Page 44 of Welcome to the Table
Seduction
She hadUsherplaying like she was getting dicked down in her apartment, and that shit sent me to hell in seconds. I banged on the door repeatedly until I heard shuffling. The music went low, but I could still hear it. I heard her feet padding to the door, and I was ready for whatever she was on with that nigga. The steps got closer, and I stood, ready for whoever answered. The door swung open, and there she stood, looking sexy, seductive, and thick as fuck. She had on a red silk robe with her lace lingerie peeking out the top that had her titties sitting nicely. I took her entire body in before I looked at her face. Shorty was stacked as fuck. I knew she was fine, but to see her in this element had me ready to bust her thick ass down. With one hand on her thick hip and a glass of wine in her other hand, she stood in the door with an attitude.
“Why the fuck are you banging on my door at 3:00 in the morning like you ain’t got no fucking manners?!” She was mad,but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to know if that nigga was still in her house or not.
I waved my hand dismissively.
“Man, fuck all that. Who was the nigga that was all on you when we were on the elevator and had you acting like you didn’t know a nigga? That yo’ man or some shit?” I asked, ready to chop his head off. I didn’t know what the fuck got into me.
“If you wanted to know who the fuck he was, you should have asked him. Direct yo’ anger somewhere else, nigga,” she spat, and I lost it.
I grabbed her neck and pulled my knife out, putting it under her chin. Her glass of wine dropped to the floor as I pushed her into her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me.
“Let me fucking go. You mad at yourself for not asking. And move that fucking knife before you make a mistake and cut me, nigga, and we both die,” she said. For every step I took forward, she took one backward. Her ass didn’t even trip over my feet.
I ignored her pleas.
“Where that nigga at, and who the fuck is he?!” She thought I was playing, but I wasn’t.
“Look the fuck around. Do you see him here? He ain’t hiding nowhere, and you made me waste my fucking wine. Now, let me fucking go!” she yelled in my face.
I threw her ass on the sofa hard as fuck and walked around her shit, looking for the nigga like a maniac. I went into every room, even the bathroom, and came up empty. I even looked in the refrigerator, and he wasn’t in there. I walked back to where she was, and she was still on the sofa. Her robe was half open at the bottom, and the tie was holding on by a thread. She was laughing so hard that she had tears coming from her eyes.
“Did you find what the fuck you were looking for, sir?” She thought the shit was funny, but I didn’t.
I shook my head from left to right because I knew my words would hurt her feelings.
“I knew you wouldn’t. All this shit could have been avoided had you just fucking asked if he was my nigga or not. Now I got wine on my fucking carpet, and you damn near cut my head off in the process, but it’s okay. I like the taste of blood,” she said, and I knew she was fucking crazy, and I needed her on my team.
“I see you like that crazy shit, huh?” I said, laughing.
“No, you pissed me off. Now, get my carpet cleaned, Mr. ‘I own the building,’ and I need another glass of wine because you fucked up my groove with your bullshit,” she told me.
I gave her a look that made her back down.
“Who was that nigga?” I asked her as kindly as I could without going off the edge.
“When you see him again, ask him, and he will tell you. Now, get my fucking wine and get the fuck out. You have caused enough of a ruckus for one night,” she told me calmly, and I was in love.
“When and if I see that nigga again, I will ask him then kill him on sight since you not trying to spare his life,” I told her and went to where the glass was and picked it up.
“That sounds like a you problem if you kill him, and I ain’t sparing nobody’s fucking life but my own. I expect my carpet to be cleaned by this evening.”
I thought she was this sweet woman, but she was showing me how grimy she really was, and that shit was turning me on.
I walked over to her bar, grabbed another glass, poured more wine in it, and took it to her. This shit was not like me. I didn’t cater to bitches, but Raven had me drawn to her, and I wasn’t so sure that I liked that shit. A woman could be a man’s weakness, and the life I lived, I couldn’t afford them. I walked back over to her and gave her the wine.
She sat up to receive the glass and looked at me while smelling the rim. I laughed.
“I hope you didn’t slip a bitch a mickey and have me out here losing my mind behind you,” she said and sipped her wine.
“I don’t need medicine to have you losing your mind behind me. That shit gon’ come naturally, sweetheart, and you gon’ love it here,” I told her, licking my lips while giving her body a twice-over.
She looked so fucking good that I wanted to talk her out her clothes because I knew I could, but I would wait. I wanted her to come to me. She was talking big shit, but I wanted her eating from the palm of my hands and not the other way around. Her eyes met mine, and she blew me an air kiss. I knew then that she was bad for me, but I didn’t give a fuck because anything gold wasn’t worth having. I put my blade in my pocket, and she noticed it.
“You are weird as fuck. What if that nigga had a gun, and you brought a knife to a gun fight?” she asked, and I chuckled.
“Before that nigga would have pulled his gun, his throat would have been sliced. That’s why I don’t like guns. They make too much noise for me,” I told her.
