Page 107 of Stoplight
“Uh, excuse me. I’m going to have to ask you all to leave,” the manager of the restaurant requested.
All eyes were on them, making Irish recoil in her seat. She had never been in a confrontation like this. Being confronted by a woman, who Noble obviously damaged, wasn’t the way she envisioned spending her evening.
“Fuck this!” she spat, grabbing her clutch off the table. Irish rose from her chair and stormed off toward the exit.
“Yeah, take your ass home to your husband!” Shay yelled.
Irish would’ve doubled back and slapped some sense into her, but she was far beyond embarrassed at this point. Walking away was her only remedy to end this humiliating scene.
“Irish!”
She heard Noble’s voice and normally it would’ve stopped her in her tracks, but she was filled with too much embarrassment to obey his command.
“Look at you! Running after her ass!” Shay snarled bitterly.
Irish hiked the stairs at a fast rate. As soon as she got to the underground parking, she realized that she had been escorted to the restaurant.
“Shit,” she whispered, walking down the structure. “I should’ve drove my own damn car.”
“Irish!”
“Leave me alone, Noble!” she raged, stomping in her five-inch heels.
“Aye, stop fucking playing with me!”
Irish came to a halt and spun around. Right away, she was greeted by Noble’s grimace. That was appalling since he was the person who had contributed to the embarrassing altercation.
“What the fuck you storming off for?” he fumed, towering over her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you used to be married, huh? How come I had to find out like this?”
“Why does it matter?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious? You don't think it mattered that I knew your ass was married?”
“No!” he snapped, running his tattooed hand down his fade. “Daysha ain't no factor, so no, I ain't tell you.”
“Well, you should have,” she countered, pointing toward his face. “That way I would know when bitter-ass hoes would run up on me. You're dead wrong.”
Noble’s pinched brows unveiled how annoyed he was, but Irish didn’t care. Their magical night had been ruined by a quarrel she didn’t see coming.
“Listen, she’s my son’s mother and yes, we were married but we’ve been divorced for three years. So no, I wasn’t about to bring her up, especially to your married ass.”
Irish’s eyes expanded. “Oh, so, now it’s a problem that I’m married?”
“It’s always been a problem, Irish. Don't act stupid. But I fuck with you, so I ain't really harped on the shit like I should have.”
She chuckled but it lacked humor. Her marriage had never been an issue but now that Shay had come and given him a reminder, now it was somehow a barrier.
“Fuck this! I don't need no more drama in my life.” Irish walked away but was snatched back by her arm.
“Stop playing with me, Irish,” he warned, inches away from her face. “Me and you don't even be on this type of time. Stop letting her ass get inside your head.”
“No, fuck you! You got hoes coming up to me talking shit because of you.”
“You act like I knew that shit would go down. I don't know why you letting Daysha even get to you.”
Irish snatched out of his grip. “It’s always the woman’s fault, huh? What did you do to her? Sounds like you did a number on her.”
