Page 38 of Tangled Hearts
Inside the car, Knycole looked around, afraid of touching anything. He was in a Benz, and she felt out of place. Never had she been close to something so luxurious. “This is nice,” she said out loud.
“Thanks. This my newest one, and this bitch is bad,” Christian bragged, but not in a bad way. He was used to nice things since his empire was once his father’s. He had the privilege of growing up with materialistic items.
“When you gon’ let me spin it ’round the corner?” Noir asked to make small talk.
He shrugged. “Whenever you want to.” Usually he would decline such a request, but for one reason or another, he liked her.
Knycole grinned from the back.Maybe he isn’t so bad, she thought. Maybe she had him all wrong. Only time would tell.
They pulled up to a nice restaurant that didn’t look too fancy but very different from what Knycole was used too. Her nerves started to get the best of her as her stomach rumbled and started to ache. Bubble guts were threatening to ruin her blind date.
“You okay?” Noir asked, knowing how her friend got.
Knycole nodded.
“Come on. My boy is already in here waiting,” Christian said with a smirk on his face.
Knycole had no idea what the smirk was for, but she brushed it off and followed the cute couple. On the inside, the restaurant was nicely decorated doing just as much justice as the outside. The scent of the sizzling food engulfed her senses, reminding her that she was hungry and had the bubble guts. Two things that didn’t mix. She was so caught up in trying to calm her stomach, she wasn’t paying any attention to Noir, who was trying to get her attention.
“Knycole.” Noir growled under her breath, jabbing her elbow into her friend’s side.
“Ouch! What?” Knycole finally looked at Noir, then at the boy standing in front of her. The same sensation from earlier ran wild in her belly, except this time it was butterflies.
“Sup, Knyc?” Hov grinned, looking just as nervous as she did. He checked out her outfit and nodded in approval. The bell bottom flare jeans hugged her thick thighs before covering her whole foot. Knycole’s feet were tiny and looked invisible under the wide jeans. Her nice sized breasts sat perfectly under the Tupac graphic tee that she tied up in the perfect spot, showing just enough skin.
Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him whispering for only him to hear. “I’m glad you’re not some creep that I was going to have to call you about.”
“And I was going to air this bitch out. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to get out the house?” Hov asked, still whispering in her ear.
Noir watched the two of them engulfed in one another as if they were the only two in the room. She knew there had always been chemistry between them, but they’d never been in a romantic setting before.
Knycole shrugged. “It’s not your responsibility to take me out. It was Rock’s,” she stated matter-of-factly.
He couldn’t explain it, but her words hurt his feelings a little, so he pulled back from her. “Come on and sit down. These white people already look scared.”
Knycole nodded and sat down in the chair he’d pulled out for her. He’d always done stuff like that for her and Noir. Hov wasn’t taught much of anything, but for one reason or another, when it came to the women he loved, he was a gentle giant.
“Glad you could make it. I figured you wouldn’t want Knycole out with any of the dog ass niggas I have as friends.” Christian chuckled as he dapped Hov up.
Not wanting Knycole to read too much into what Christian just said, he decided to change the subject. “What kind of food they serve here?”
Noir was hip to what her longtime friend was trying to do and played along. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Y’all know I’m picky as hell and don’t eat a lot of stuff.”
“I like to try new things,” Knycole chimed in. Not knowing when your next meal was coming, you learned to like just about anything.
Christian scratched the back of his head, bringing attention to the tsunami formed by his waves. “I ain’t never ate here,” he confessed.
Hov clutched his stomach laughing. “So, you was trying to impress Noir’s ghetto ass?”
Knycole tried her hardest not to laugh as well.
“Nigga, I’m far from ghetto.” Noir threw her napkin at him, rolling her neck.
Christian gripped her thigh. “I like ghetto,” he said with a lusty smirk on his face.
She kissed her teeth trying not to let him see her blush.
“Then you’re with the right girl,” Knycole mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear her and laugh.
