Page 3 of Legend's Legacy
“Him.” I pointed to a man sitting at the bar, vibing to the music. He was gorgeous, with caramel-colored skin, pouty lips framed in a perfectly groomed goatee, long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, and beautiful curly hair. The only problem was the tattoos on his neck and hands. I usually didn’t go for guys like that, but he was too gorgeous for anyone not to find him attractive. Also, he was a pretty boy, the exact ones who I stayed away from.
“Approach him.”
“What?”
“Approach him. Ask him for a dance, offer to buy him a drink. Hell, throw the pussy at him.”
“What?”
“Regal out there snatching up throats to fuck; go throw your throat out or, hell, your pussy out for some nigga’s use tonight, seeing as how he don’t appreciate either one.”
“Mauri, have you lost your damn mind?”
“No. Girl, go do it.”
“I don’t know that man.”
“Like I thought. You want to sit and cry over that sorry ass nigga.”
“He’s a pretty boy. Pretty boys are usually fuck boys.”
“Except in Regal’s case. He’s definitely the definition of a fuck boy, and there ain’t nothing pretty about that ugly ass nigga. You’re scared he’ll turn you down. That’s why you won’t do it.”
That lit a fuse in my ass. Pissed, I crossed my arms over my breasts, mimicking her posture. “He won’t turn me down. And you think I won’t do it?”
“I know your ass won’t do it,” she declared as Josi walked up.
“Won’t do what?” Josi asked.
“Approach that nigga. Fuck another nigga just to spite Regal or, hell, even as a distraction from her heartache.”
Josi waved her hand. “Bitch, please. That ho ain’t about to do shit with her boring ass. You my day one, and I love you, boo, but I know yo’ ass ain’t about to do shit.”
“You really have no faith in me?” I asked my best friend, pouting.
“I love you, girl, but no, boo.” She kissed my cheek and sashayed away from us.
“Bet, I’m going to go fuck a nigga tonight.”
“Mm-hmm.” Mauri tossed her drink back and walked away.
I looked at my friends in disbelief, finished my drink, and headed to the other end of the bar.
“Hello.”
He slowly turned those pretty, russet-brown eyes my way and smiled. “Well, hello, gorgeous.” Two big diamond studs twinkled in his ears, and a nice Cuban link chain hung around his neck. It wasn’t too big, but definitely not too little, and it gleamed perfectly against his neck, a nice contrast against the royal blue shirt that he wore.
I bit my bottom lip and then looked away briefly before I looked at him again. “May I buy you another . . .?”
“Macallan,” he answered with a smirk, holding his drink up. “Sure . . .”
“Legacy.”
“I’m Legend.”
“Look at that, Legend. We’re destined just based on our names alone.”
He smirked and tipped his almost empty glass at me. “To our names.”
