Page 17 of Welcome to the Table
She thought the shit was funny, but she was gonna find out if she stuck around long enough or if I let her. I wasn’t known to lock a female down, but she had me reconsidering. I wasn’t worried about her nigga. He was disposable. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and that says a lot about my fucking life.
“Hellcat, I am not your child, and I don’t know you, so I don’t have to listen to what the fuck you say!”
She was feisty, and it was making my dick hard. Yeah, she was dangerous, and I needed to stay away from her, but something told me that the shit was gonna be harder than I thought. She tried to wiggle her wrists from me, but she was no match for my strength.
“Let me go, sir!” she tried to scream, thinking someone would help her, and I laughed.
“I own this fucking city, so you screaming ain’t gon’ get you any help. So, again, if I let you up, are you going to behave?”
She was lightweight. Instead of speaking, she nodded her head up and down, but that wasn’t enough for me.
“Use yo’ words, or we gon’ do this shit all day because I got nothing but time to kill, beautiful,” I whispered in her ear.
Raven’s head fell forward like she was battling something in her mind. Her hair dropped all over her face, and she was exhausted. I knew she was blushing because her body turned hot.
“I’ll behave. I promise,” she said in a low tone.
“Pinky.” I just had to be petty. I was trying to calm her down.
“The fuck? So you’re pinky promising now? How old are you? Nigga, I don’t even know you.” She was back with the attitude.
“You know enough. I see you are hardheaded, but I can tame that, and yes, I do pinky promise. My mother taught me that. That’s the only way I know a person won’t lie to me and will keep their promise. You keep saying you don’t know me, yet here we are again, running into each other. Either you want to know me, or it's destiny, but either way, it’s happening,” I told her and let her go, but didn’t move.
She was stuck between the car and me, but she managed to turn and face me. She was so fucking beautiful. Her fucking skin with the freckles splattered all over her face was gorgeous. Her lashes were long, and I got lost in her blue eyes. I had to get the fuck away from her, but I didn’t want to. A tug-of-war was pulling my heart strings in different directions. I wanted her, but I needed to get the fuck away from her. An internal battle of emotions that I wasn’t familiar with and didn’t have control over.
I needed Athena in that moment, so I wouldn’t lose my mind, but I’d tell her about it later. I knew she would be my downfall. If her looks made me weak in the knees, I could only imaginewhat her pussy tasted and felt like, and I didn’t even eat pussy. I must have zoned out because she was waving her hand in front of me, and it got my attention. My eyes met hers, and she looked flustered. Face crimson. My hand went to the side of her face, moving her hair behind her ear. She was a natural beauty, and that was rare in the city.
“Where you from? I know you ain’t from here,” I asked her.
“Can you back up a little? You a little too close. I can’t breathe.” She was exaggerating because I wasn’t that fucking close.
“Answer my question. Where the fuck you from? Then I’ll back up just a little,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.
It was then that I noticed that she had clear contacts in her eyes, so she wore glasses on any other day.
“Stop the profanity, and I’m from Tennessee if you must know. I came here for school and decided to stay, not that it’s your business.” She swirled her neck. She was lying. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she spoke, a dead giveaway.
I grabbed the back of it to stop the movement. My lips were inches from hers, but she didn’t move.
“You got somebody out here with you? Where yo’ man at? Why the fuck he ain’t came and got you yet?” I remembered the phone conversation she had earlier, and was being nosy.
“That’s not yo’ concern. If you don’t see him, then he doesn’t exist.” She had a mouth on her, but she was right, fuck that nigga. He wasn’t here to protect her from me, not that he could. Her face was so innocent, but I knew that shit was a front from how she talked.
I leaned away from her but took her with me by her waist. She tried to resist, barely, but I wasn’t having that shit.
“Don’t ever pull away from me.” I was used to having control, and she would soon learn that.
“You can’t control me, sir.” She tried to get away, knowing that shit was a lie. Her being this close to me explained a lot.
“You know my name. Cut the sir shit,” I told her.
I opened the door with one hand, then sat down and motioned for her to sit on top of me. She looked from my face to my lap and shook her head.
“There is another seat I can sit in. I don’t need to sit on your lap. What do you want anyway?” Her country ass attitude was back.
“You were all in my shit, and now you asking questions? Man, stop playing with me and come sit on Daddy’s lap.” I grabbed her thick ass thigh, and she had no choice but to fall onto my lap. I pushed the button to push the seat back, so she could straddle me comfortably.
“Who said I wanted to straddle your lap?”
