Page 61 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“True.” I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth playfully. “I ain’t gon’ lie, I gotsome dog ass homies. Men like to fuck, that shit is predesigned in us though. I know niggas that genuinely loved they girl and stepped out on her.”
“It’s so easy for men to just slide up in something because of how a woman looks. Y’all fuck around and fall for a bitch because her pussy is good or she gives A1 head.” Scoffing, she shook her head.
“I can’t speak for every man out there. Only myself, mama.”
“So what was your longest relationship, and did you cheat on her?” she challenged, lowering the visor to check her reflection.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she flipped it back in place and leaned forward with a squint to view my phone.
“I ain’t never had a relationship,” I told her softly, eyes squinting at the road ahead.
Somehow, Six made me vulnerable. I had almost forgot the camera was rolling. She had me spilling tea I didn’t mean to. Shit was the truth though. Couldn’t no bitch ever claim she was my bitch.
“How old are you again?” She turned to me.
“Twenty-five.”
“Wow. So no high school girlfriend, nothing?” she questioned. “I don’t believe you. Ladies, he lying!” She leaned toward the camera and giggled.
“I’ve had women I fuck, women I hang with and fuck, but never one I called my girlfriend. You can ask my mama that. I don’t even bring chicks to my house.” I reached for my blunt in the ashtray and sparked it.
Okay, y’all cute together or whatever.A viewer spoke up.
We had given them enough, and we were getting closer to the restaurant. I hadn’t expected the level of interest that Six sparked in me, but the vibe was there, and I lowkey was interested in having a real conversation with her off camera.
“We’ll leave it at that for now and holla at y’all later.” I tapped the button to end the feed, and Six tossed her head back in the seat with a cackle.
“Getting a little too personal for you?” she teased.
The little half smile on her full, juicy lips had my dick waking up.
“Nah, just want to save some for us,” I told her, watching her smile wilt and her eyes gloss over seriously.
She didn’t say much else the rest of the ride. Had a nigga wondering what I said wrong as she gazed out her window, taking in the city.
“Where you from?” I asked, pulling into the lot of Epicurean Bay.
There wasn’t anything on the menu in here under $100. The parking lot was crowded, and valet stood out front checking cars. I’d been here with my family once or twice, and they even had outdoor seating with a view of the lake in the distance that gave some cool vibes. I reserved a private table for us outside to enjoy since it was a nice night.
“Here and there.”
“Six, don’t play with me, mama. The camera ain’t rolling.” I pulled in front of the modern-style building and parked.
“Is this the part where you turn into the asshole you really are?” She cut her eyes in my direction.
“Keep fucking with me, you’ll see what it really is.” I winked at her and got out the car.
When I got to the sidewalk, I opened her door for her, eyes slowly raking over her slim curves and the arch of her back before leading down to her peach-shaped ass. I tossed valet my keys and slid my arm around her waist. She was all warm and smelling like cocoa butter and YSL perfume. I checked in with the hostess, still keeping Six close as she took in the warm ambiance. It had a rustic charm to it, but the walls weredecorated in vintage art and different scripts on the wallpaper as we were escorted through the dining room to our table. Baked bread and the familiar smoke from a grill going smacked us in the face.
“My name is Dana, and I will be your host this evening. Is there something I can get you to start with?”
“A bottle of your best Cabernet Sauvignon and two shots of the MarekReserve, neat,” I requested, pausing behind the chair so I could help Six sit down.
“Coming right up. Here are your menus, please let me know if you need anything,” she let me know in a sugary tone that immediately had Six side-eyeing her.
She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and I noticed the diamonds I’d gifted her sparkling as she bowed her head and pretended to be into the menu. Little mama was flirting, and she was attractive in her little tight black and white tuxedo uniform, but I only had eyes for the beauty in front of me. Somehow, Six had me coming out of myself. I was never a nigga for sweating chicks, but ever since that live, she had me on her ass. The shit even shocked me when I picked up the phone to call or text her just because.
“That’s it for now, thank you.” I took my seat, not bothering to even glance her way as she sauntered off.
