Page 53 of Body Language
“Kendrix, are you deadass right now? You really gone embarrass me like that? After everything we been through?!”
I was calm as ever. “Arlette, lower your voice. Ain’t nobody in here but me, you, and my patience.”
She threw her hands up. “Oh, so now I’m crazy? That’s what you doing? I been calling you all day and now I see why you ain’t pick up. She had her mouth on your phone and your dick probably, didn’t she?”
I leaned back further, lips twitching. “Sound like you picturing it too hard. You jealous or turned on?”
“Nigga, I will—”
“You will what?” I asked. “Cuss me out in a private room you weren’t even invited in? Make yourself look even more pressed than you already do?”
Her mouth opened, then closed. She glared, chest heaving.
“You out here playing in my face, Kendrix. Like I’m some random bitch you just stumbled across,” she snapped. “You really think I’m about to let you embarrass me like this?”
“Arlette, let me be real with you one time.”
She folded her arms, chin tilted high. “Please. Enlighten me.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The only thing embarrassing in this room is you. You’re still acting like you hold a place in my life when truth is… the only place you hold is in the past. And you stuck there, running your mouth, while I’m over here building a future you’ll never be a part of.”
Her mouth opened, but I wasn’t done.
“You keep saying you know your worth,” I said. “but you’re begging for a man that don’t want you. That’s desperation, and it’s loud as fuck.”
She took a step closer, jabbing her finger at me. “Oh, I can show you better than I can tell you.”
“The last time you said that that shit, all you showed me was why I left your ass where you at now.”
I had just finished flicking the last bit of ash into the tray when a dancer strolled, swinging her hips like she was auditioning for my attention. She leaned on the doorframe, licking her lip gloss like it was supposed to hypnotize me.
“Well, well,” she purred. “The famous Kendrix Givelle. I was wondering when you’d let me keep you company.”
I didn’t even look up all the way, just side-eyed her. “You wondering wrong, sweetheart.”
She fake pouted, walking closer, tits damn near spilling out her top.
“Aw, come on, baby. Just one dance. I promise I’m worth it.”
I leaned back, lips twitching into a smirk. “Nah. You gorgeous, but you’re not my flavor.” I slid a few hundreds from my pocket and held them out. “Go buy yourself something nice and tell MissCommunication to come see me.”
Her eyes lit up at the money even while her ego took a hit. She snatched the cash with a grin, “Sure thing, Big Daddy.”
“Don’t call me that again,” I said smoothly.
She laughed nervously and bounced out the room.
Two minutes later, the door opened again andfuck.
Pretty walked in. Leather hugging every curve and ass sitting. She had her hair pulled back, hoop earrings glinting under the dim lights, and a look on her face like she knew she was the baddest thing breathing. My jaw tightened. The way that outfit was squeezing her had every nigga out there wanting her.
She laughed as soon as she saw my face. “What you want?”
Before I could even answer, she climbed right into my lap, facing me like she owned my throne. Her arms wrapped around my neck, lips just inches from mine.
I gripped her thighs tight, leather creaking under my hands, and smirked. “What I want, Pretty? Hell, you sitting on it.”
I licked my lips, staring at her. “Nah. But I got something for you that’ll shut you up for at least five minutes.”
