Page 24 of A Kingpin's Weakness
She didn’t stop me either. Gone was the jeans and sweater. Now she stood in a black satin bonnet and a pink, silk, two-piece pajama set that hugged her curves a little too well. Tiny shorts, tank top. If she bent over, that ass would be fully on display. She was thick in all the right places. Made no damn sense. Especially for somebody who wasn’t even fucking. Well, maybe Jo was just running her mouth like always.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, arms folded, but no real attitude behind it.
“I wanted to check up on you.”
“Sorry about the breakdown earlier. I’m fine now.”
“You don’t have to lie to me. I know this is a lot for you.”
“It is,” she admitted, softer now.
“Listen,” I said, stepping a little closer. “I want to take you out.”
“On a date?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah. What else would I mean?”
Before she could say anything else, Jo’s loud ass came stumbling out her bedroom, half-dressed, with some random dude trailing behind her. The guy’s eyes immediately locked on Stormi’s legs then her ass.
“You too old to be sneaking boys in this house, Stormi,” Jo said, pointing, her voice heavy with judgment and alcohol.
I caught dude staring hard. “I can fix your eyes, my nigga,” I snapped, squaring up just enough to make my point.
His creepy-ass smile dropped quick. “My bad, Seth.”
He laughed it off like it was funny, but it wasn’t.
“Well, she got her ass out,” Jo added, sounding dumb as hell.
I shook my head and reached for Stormi’s hand, pulling her toward the bedroom across the hall far away from whatever Jo had going on in that room.
Once we were inside, I turned to her.
“Why you don’t have on clothes?”
“I do have on clothes,” she replied, clearly annoyed. “Night clothes. It’s one in the morning, I was in bed.”
“You need to put on something else. You don’t know the kind of dudes Jo brings around here.”
“I keep my door locked. Always have something up against it, too. Been doing this since I was a kid. I know the routine.”
That part stung a little. She said it like survival was second nature. Like being in danger was normal.
“Just be careful,” I said, my voice quieter now.
“And you’re really here at 1 a.m. asking me on a date while my brother is in the hospital fighting for his life?”
Her words hit hard. I wasn’t blind to the shit she was going through. But still, I had to say what I felt. “I know it’s bad timing. You were on my mind, and to be honest, this was the first time I’ve ever seen you.”
She just said, “Ummm,” like she wasn’t sure what to say, caught off guard.
I shook my head with a small grin. “Listen, with your mean ass, I know you got shit to handle. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait till all this is over. I just need your number.”
I walked over to the nightstand, picked up her phone, and handed it to her.
“Unlock it.”
Her mean ass actually did it. No fight. I dialed my number, handed it back.
