Page 47 of For the Love of City
My jaw clenched as I watched him take in what we’d both said.
Finally, his tension eased before he smirked at me like his behavior right now was normal. “It’s a dangerous thing to play around with my heart, P.”
“Which is exactly why I’m not. But if you would please let me finish this up I will see you at home. I mean your house.”
“You had that shit right the first time. Good lookin’ on the designs and shit. I know they not on no bullshit because you see she got a fool behind her if you try to play with her. You got another hour of our time before I gotta come and retrieve what’s mine. Make it count, Jax.” He stood up from the table before extending his hand for Jax to shake. To his credit he did so earning him a nod of respect from City.
When he turned his attention to me, this smile turned soft, but there was still a measure of foreboding in his eyes as he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. He slid his face down toward my ear before he spoke.
“Make sure you eat up on this man’s dime, pretty. When you get to the house, I’m going to drain every bit of energy from you that you got. Feel me?”
“Corey—” His lips on mine abruptly shut me up before he deprived me of the pressure just as quickly as I’d been given it.
His hand went to my chin and rubbed it softly as he smirked. “Nah, you don’t feel me now, but you definitely will later.”
That warning sent Jax coughing, while I could only grin at his advice. With a wink, City walked back out of the restaurant and I couldn’t help but wish I was walking out with him.
“So, I’m assuming we need to get this order in as quickly as possible. He doesn’t really look like a man that says shit he doesn’t mean.”
I laughed and finally turned back to the menu because I knew better than to keep City waiting.
“Jaxon, you’d be exactly right.”
CITY
PORSHA’S ASS KNEW she had me fucked up.
I was trying to surprise her ass but she wasn’t even at the house. Then she had the audacity to not be answering her damn phone. So I did what any normal man would do and I tracked her shit to see she was at that bougie ass restaurant. Imagine my surprise when I pull up and she with another man.
I knew she wasn’t on no bullshit but I couldn’t help but get irritated. This shit with the Laws was pissing me off and having me miss out on the time with my baby was an even bigger reason for me to make sure they died slow.
I’d made it home, showered and threw on some ball shorts to wait for Porsha to get here. She only had about thirty more minutes to walk through the door before I was about to hop back in my car and get her ass. For now, I was sitting on the deep chocolate sofa that Porsha had picked out. Nearly everything in my place had her touch on it, which is why when she called this place home, I knew it was how she viewed it.
I took a pull from my blunt as I thought back to a few months ago. I hoped that Porsha’s pretty ass was going to walk up in here as tipsy as she had back then. She had me pick her up from a bar after warning me that somebody was fucking with Yzzy. Since I was cool with Samp the first thing I did was let him know where I was headed. He understood that I was closer and said he would wait up for us to drop her off.
Her home girl had to check her on how it was clear to her that I had feelings for her, but somehow it came as a shock to Pretty. Even the first way I told her I love her was wild as hell.
“P, don’t make me pull this car over and fuck you on the side of the road until you have some gotdamn sense.” I’d gotten up outta my bed the second she said that she needed me. There was no way she’d said she needed me and I wasn’t going to be right there.
She’d sat back like the spoiled baby she was and grinned. “I’m sorry. Was that supposed to sound like a punishment? Because what I’m hearing is I need to question your ass far more often if that’s the consequences.”
I could only laugh at her because with how we got down I couldn’t blame her for speaking up the way she was. “Fine, I’ll just withhold my dick and make you walk home.”
Her jaw dropped as she stared at my profile, trying to intimidate me. “Oh, that will get you shot.”
“What you trying to ask me, Porsha, for real?”
She gasped dramatic as fuck and had me glancing around at what could be wrong. “First name?! Not P, not Pretty, not Pretty P. My damn name, Corey? Damn you must be mad at me.” Her voice kept getting higher and I knew she was going to cry if she kept on.
“Not mad. I’m trying to figure out what the fuck you on.”
“What you mean what the fuck I’m on?”
I looked at her letting her see how frustrated she was making me and even with the liquor in her system she had the good sense to look contrite. “Ask me what you want to ask me, P. You act like it ain’t the middle of the damn night.”
“Right and you got out of bed.” She said that shit like it was a probing statement instead of a definitive one and I really thought about putting her ass out my shit.
“You asked me to!”
