Page 59 of Tangled Hearts
“You think so?” She shied.
“Hell yea. You’re a boss in your own right, so don’t let none of these hating ass hoes make you feel otherwise.” His gentle hands lifted her chin.
Her fingers glided through her naturally coiled tresses. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
“So what brings you out here?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood. Their interactions were both heavy and freeing. Being in L.A. was like being surrounded by superficial people, so having someone from home come visit was a treat for Cash.
“None of that matters. Show me your town,” she asked with conviction.
“Say less, even though my town is Jade City.” He winked before telling the driver to take them to his favorite restaurant.
The driver dropped them off at a tucked-away spot in the city, dim lights and soft music humming in the background. The air smelled like butter and grilled steak, the kind of place where the waiters already knew Cash by name.
“Oh my goodness! This food is so damn good. You eating like this every night?” Noir asked, stuffing her mouth with a spoonful of bourbon ice cream.
“Shit, not every night because I ain’t trying to be in the gym twenty-four hours a day, but I do eat good damn near every day. I haven’t found a good soul food spot yet though,” he told her.
“I feel you. I should probably stop eating,” she joked, silencing her phone again.
“You know you can answer that. I won’t say shit.” Cash nodded to her phone that was lighting up again, vibrating across the table.
Her eyes roamed around the room. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Then what you want to do?” He sat up in his chair.
She only shrugged because she didn’t know exactly what she wanted to do. All she knew was she didn’t want to think about or talk to Christian.
“Is it really that bad?” He tried again.
She nodded.
“What that nigga do? Cheat?”
Again, her head went up and down.
He waved her off. “That ain’t that damn bad, Noir. You can forgive him for that, can’t you?”
She sat stone faced.
Cash’s head cocked to the side because it was deeper than that. “He made a baby on you, didn’t he?”
Glossy eyes pierced his. “Y—yes,” she stuttered unable to contain the dam of tears from falling.
“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “Come’re, man.”
She obliged, taking a seat on his lap. “He hurt me, Cash.”
“I know, pretty girl, but you can’t let him kill your spirit. Get you a good cry in so you can get the sad part out of your heart. Then throw some shit around. Hell, fuck shit up. That way, you’ll get through the mad part. Then you get to the reality of shit.”
Nodding, she knew what he was saying was what she needed to do because honestly she didn’t know if she was going to throw in the towel on what they had. “Let’s go fuck some shit up.”
He smiled, blinding her with his gold top and bottom grill. “Say less.”
“Oh my gosh! That was so much fun,” Noir bounced in her seat once they left a movie set where she was allowed to fuck shit up.
“Hell yea,” Cash agreed.
He had never done anything like that before and only came up with the idea because she needed it. Now, it was something he was going to add to his life at least once every few months. When you had money and connections, you could make anything happen.
