Page 37 of Heart of a Savage
Both of his friends laughed as he stood with that arrogant smirk on his face still.
“I know you’re upset because those few strokes I gave you got you playing with that lil’ pussy at night. If you apologize for being mean to me, I’ll let you have all the dick you desire,” he stated through his thick lips.
“You’re a funny-ass nigga. Those two seconds ain’t worth a second helping of this pussy. I let you hit, and you fumbled. Move around… You won’t be getting an apology from me.”
“Okay, wait. Wait. Everybody, just calm down. Please, have a seat.” Paige gestured for them to sit, trying to tame the conversation.
I could see eyes on us from the other patrons. This restaurant was upscale and very intimate. I wasn’t trying to be ghetto, but his ass had me fucked up. They took a seat, and to further piss me off, he sat next to me, scooting his chair as close as he could get it. When I attempted to move over, he held on to the arm of my chair so I couldn’t move.
“Calm your little ass down, Juicy. You trying to embarrass us in this restaurant. Don’t make me act the fuck out.”
“Harvey, getyour brotherbefore his brains be on your dinner plate,” I warned.
“Aye, shorty… You need to chill with the threats on my bro. He ain’t did shit to you,” one of the friends countered.
I could kind of see a resemblance to the asshole next to me, so I was assuming they had to be blood brothers. However, I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. They didn’t know that I would make good on my promise if tempted.
“Okay, this is going in a totally different direction than I expected. Can we just take a five-minute recess to get our heads right?” Paige asked. “AP. Restroom. Now!” She stood, and I grabbed my clutch and followed her.
Once we made it to the restroom, she checked the stalls to make sure they were empty, then turned to me.
“Before you say anything, that nigga invaded my damn space being fucking reckless at the club the other night,” I told her.
“What happened? Clearly, y’all fucked, and you’re mad about it.”
“We did not fuck... it was more like a…tease. After I left from talking to you and Uncle Lamont, I bumped into the nigga, and he spilled his drink on me. It was an accident, but I was drunk and angry already, so I kind of went off on him.
“Next thing I know, he’s in my office, bending me over, then abruptly stops after a few pumps. I thought the nigga came, but he was fucking teasing me. That pissed me off even more, so I shot at him. Paige, the bastard didn’t even flinch when that bullet missed his head. The motherfucka smiled and walked out of my office.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you like him and hate him at the same time?”
“I don’t fucking like him!” I scowled at her.
I liked that he was unafraid and unbothered, but I didn’t know him to like him outside of that. I didn’t fuck with nobody, especially niggas that could give a bitch five strokes and have her ass yearning for more. I would never admit that shit aloud, though.
“You do, Arieana. Admit it…”
“I ain’t admitting shit that isn’t true!”
“Fine. Can you just play nice for me? This meeting is important to me. I want to vet the people he’s associated with, and I need your eyes and ears too. I really love him, Arie. Do this one thing for me, please.”
“Fine, Paige, but I want a full spa day, on you! I need that shit like yesterday.”
“I got you, Paris Amour.” She beamed and took my hand. “And, please, give the man an apology. Do it for me, sissy.”
I snapped my teeth at her, and she laughed.
“You really are a mean ass.”
“Go to hell!”
She laughed as we headed back into the dining room. Upon our approach, the good, five-second dick slayer stood and pulled out my chair for me. I gave a flat smile and sat.
“Everybody good now?” Harvey asked.
Paige nodded. “Yeah, we’re good, babe.”
“Splendid,” I replied. Paige cleared her throat and looked at me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Mister Tease with my famous fake smile. “Sorry…”
