Page 14 of All The Smoke
“I want to know you though.” He smirked, tucking his lip between his teeth.
Lord, this man is fine as hell.
Solomon Sr. had rich chocolate skin littered with tattoos with the prettiest set of straight, white teeth, and the dimples in his cheeks were the icing on the cake for me. He had sort of a rugged look but a baby face at the same time. He was dressed nicely as well, in a yellow Nike T-shirt with an orange and green design, green Nike shorts, and matching dunks. The cutest thing to me was both times I saw him and his son they were dressed alike. His son was neat, clean, and happy; he was clearly a good father.
“KK, let’s go, bruh,” Jamal barked from behind me, causing me to look over my shoulder at him. He wasn’t pleased.
“I should go,” I said to Solomon, successfully able to pull my hand away that time. “See you around, Solo.” I tapped his little cheek and smiled.
“And I’ll see you around, KK,” Solomon said and smirked before taking his son’s hand and walking in the opposite direction.
I wanted to spend more time watching them but Jamal was already pissed so I turned and walked in his direction. He walked out of the door first, not bothering to hold it for me. When we made it to the car he didn’t open the door for meeither. Those were things he always did, so I knew he had an attitude.
He turned the music up to the max and drove like a bat out of hell when we got on the highway. He was silent all the way to my place and didn’t pull into a parking space when we got in front of my townhouse.
Turning the music down, I asked, “You’re not staying?”
“Got moves to make,” he mumbled.
My brows furrowed. “Since when? We had plans…”
He cut me off. “Since you was all in that nigga’s face. Rico called me about some business shit, so yeah..”
“I was not in a nigga’s face.” I frowned. “And that can’t wait? Rico can’t handle whatever business y’all have? You know I don’t have much free time these days.”
“And that’s my fault?” he quipped. “I don’t got shit to do with ya free time being damn near nonexistent now, that’s ya mother’s doing. Talk her head off about it.”
“Oh wow,” I replied, completely shocked at his response. He was really being an asshole.
“Yeah, so hop out so I can peel.”
“Okay, Jamal, what’s your issue for real? I get that Solomon was a little…”
“Solomon?” he cut in. “You and the nigga on a first name basis.”
“His son is my patient.”
“We ain’t talking about his fucking son.”
“Then what are we talking about, Jamal?”
“You were legit holding hands with this nigga, carrying on a conversation after he just disrespected me, Kaori,” he snapped. “If that would have been me, you would have tweaked the fuck out.”
He was right. If he would have done what I had done it would have for sure been a problem.Damn, Kaori.
“Okay,” I sighed. “You’re right. Even though I don’t know him and it wasn’t anything between us, it wasn’t cool, so I apologize.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Babe,” I whined, unbuckling my seatbelt and climbing into his lap, peppering kisses all over his face and lips. “I’m sorry, okay?” I peered into his eyes. “Just come upstairs and let me make it up to you.”
The corners of his lips curled into a smile even though he was trying his hardest to fight it off. Jamal was extremely jealous, he always had been, so I knew seeing me talk to Solomon would ruffle his feathers. I apologized, but I couldn’t lie and pretend like it didn’t feel good to see him bothered for a change.
“You gon’ make the shit up to me for real,” he mumbled against my lips before kissing them again. “But let me go handle this shit with Vick, then I’m coming right back.”
My stomach caved hearing him say he was about to go meet with Vick because moments ago he was going to meet Rico. Fighting the urge to question him, I just nodded, kissed his lips, then climbed out of his lap. Once back in my seat, I grabbed my purse from the floor, making sure toaccidentallydrop my AirPods case under his seat before climbing out of the car. He waited until I made it inside to pull away so I hurried to change my clothes and shoes in the guest room before calling Mo.
“What’s up, bitch?” she answered, sounding like she was in traffic.
