Page 48 of Heart of a Savage
“Here you are, gentlemen. If there is anything else that you need, my name is Charmaine. Don’t hesitate to hit the button on your table, and I’ll be at your service.”
“We didn’t order this, baby,” Mo told her.
She smiled politely. “This is courtesy of the wife-to-be, Mrs. Quinton. She called ahead and told us to make sure you all are taken care of.”
“Aye, I fucks wit’ sis!” Mike exclaimed.
“Glad you do. Now, pull out that money roll, and pay it forward, my nigga,” Harvey said, jutting his chin at Mike’s pants.
Mike laughed as we gave her large bills to get us some singles. Once she returned, about six dancers entered our section. I couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on us. As I looked around, seeing that no one was paying us any attention, I grabbed one of the dancers by the hand and pulled her toward me. She was looking like a one-nighter. If she played her cards right, I’d definitely be taking her for a short stay at a nearby hotel for the night.
I know this motherfucka lying!
I had been watching Messiah since he walked into my club. My first instinct was to deny him entry, but when I saw Paige’s fiancé and his brothers tagging along, I decided to let him stay. He was looking good as hell with the all black Nike Tech fit, and black Jordan Fours on his feet. Even something as simple as his outfit had my pussy throbbing at the sight of him.
The way he stalked me, fucked me, then ghosted me, made me want to get his location, pull up to his house, and slice his good dick-having throat. I had never been so vulnerable in my life. I allowed him to enter my space and strip me of my dominance, then ghost my ass the next morning. That little funky-ass breakfast and arrogant-ass, two-word note with hisnumber on it pissed me off so badly that I tossed all that good-looking food in the trash.
Now, his ugly ass, crack-having dick was in my club, allowing Angel to shake her ass in his face. She had been grinding on him all night, and all that talking they were doing made my ass itch. It’s been a week with no word from him. I surely thought after not hearing from me, he’d come looking for me, but I was wrong.
But he was about to hear a few choice words from me tonight.
I walked away from the two-way mirror, grabbed my gun from the drawer, tossed back a shot, and then headed downstairs to check me a nigga.
As I moved through the crowd, someone grabbed my arm, and I quickly turned to cuss whoever it was the fuck out when my eyes landed on Marcus.
“Kali. What’s up, baby?” he asked, pulling me into him and kissing my neck.
I pulled away, giving him a fake smile. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been calling you. Ain’t seen you in a while.”
“It was purposely. The last time we were together, you were displayingtoomuch affection, and I don’t like that. Then, I texted you last week, and it took you almost a day to respond back.”
“I’ve been busy, baby. Cases out the ass—you know I wouldn’t have ignored you at all. As far as me being affectionate, that’s just who I am.
“I get it, though. You don’t like too much affection, and I crossed the line. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t. It was fun while it lasted, but I’m going to have to resign from our fuck sessions. You be good, baby. I’ll see you around.” I pinched his chin, then turned to walk away.
He grabbed my arm. “Hold up. Don’t be like that, Kali…”
“Marcus, you have five seconds to unhand me and let me walk away, or you’re going to wish you never fucked with me.”He looked shocked as he let me go and held his palms up in surrender.
“I don’t want no smoke. I’ll see you around.”
Weak ass. He could have at least put up a fight.
I walked away from him, continuing my stride to the other side of the club. I pushed through the double doors, laser-focused on the second VIP area where my problem sat. Angel was now sitting next to him, while he whispered something in her ear, and she laughed. My heels stabbed the linoleum floors with aggression as I climbed the stairs into their section. Harvey saw me first as he tapped Messiah to get his attention. Messiah looked at him as Harvey pointed at me. His eyes found mine, and he smiled.
“I’ll shoot that fucking smile off your face, nigga. Don’t play with me.” I sneered at him as my tone commanded everyone’s attention. His smile instantly dropped as he closed his eyes, seemingly trying to reel in his emotions.
“Angel, beat it. You know there’s a three-song maximum before you move the fuck on to drain the next nigga’s pockets.”
“My bad, boss lady. I was just?—”
“I care less what you were just doing. Move around. And don’t ever give this man another lap dance again.”
“I don’t want you to lose your job, sweetheart. I’ll get at you later. I’ll be here when you get off at three,” the good dick bastard said as he winked at her.
