Chapter 2 #2
“You better not bring your triflin’ ass to my place, or my family’s house to check on MJ.
From here on out, he’s a distant fucking memory for you.
If I find out you came lookin’ for him, or you send the police at me again, I’m going to chop your ass up with my machete and feed you to the sharks.
If you think I’m lying, try me, bitch!” I affirmed with venom.
I rose to my full height and stared into her frightened brown eyes. Starry nodded as a few tears rolled down her cheek. “Good. You can keep that shit you packed. I’m starting him over fresh.” I trotted down her stairs then climbed into my SUV. I was officially over Starry and her antics.
After dropping MJ off to my parents, I made it to the event with not another minute to spare.
Since I was an hour late, I gave the hosts and their guests one free happy hour.
Drake’s blasted loudly from the speakers as I mixed and poured drinks and vibed to the beat of the song.
This song was definitely a summer bop, and from the way everyone swayed in the crowd, they thought so too.
I poured a round of shots then handed the filled tray to the customer, before I turned my attention to a beautiful, brown-skinned woman that waited patiently for my attention.
“What can I get you, beautiful?”
“You,” she stated brazenly with her brow raised and lips pursed.
Her brown skin shimmered and so did the hair jewelry that was placed randomly throughout her long locs.
A red, skin tight bodycon dress molded to her slim physique, and I stared approvingly at the material.
Lust ran rampant throughout my body like a wildfire, but I couldn't allow my hormones to overpower me.
I had to remain as controlled as possible.
Chuckling at her, I wiped down the bar. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’m not on the menu. Would you like for me to make you a drink?”
A daring grin stretched across her face as her elbows rested on top of my portable bar. “How much?”
“It depends on what you want. The drink list is right in front of you.”
“I’m not asking about the drinks. How much will it cost to take you home? Name your price. I can afford it,” she responded in a seductive tone.
I was so taken aback by her question that I almost sprayed her with the beer hose I wiped down.
She popped a cocktail cherry into her mouth, then savored it like fine cuisine.
My eyes trailed over her small plump lips and down to her erect nipples that were quite visible through the sheer red, lace dress she wore.
She was absolutely stunning and hard to resist, but I had to. My dick twitched in my pants and ready to burst through the seams to fill her up. Damn, I hated all the pussy I declined, but I was adamant about finding myself again and sex would only distract me.
Nowadays, women were bolder than men. I wasn’t mad at them at all for going after what they wanted.
Hell, I loved to see it. I just wanted to get my shit together all around and this time, target the woman for me and not out of sympathy.
Exiting my thoughts, I exhaled and sharpened my smile for the blow I was about to deliver to her ego.
“I’m not for sale, beautiful. Between you and me, I’m celibate, and I don’t like the habit of repeating myself. Now, I can make you the ladies’ favorite, Suck Me shot, or you could politely turn away and leave. What will it be, beauty?”
Her sparkling eyes never wavered as she stared deep into my eyes and swallowed the remnants of her cocktail cherry.
“I hear you, and I respect the whole the celibate thing, but are you absolutely sure? My friend over there is more than willing to join us.” Her head slightly nodded to the left of her, and my eyes traveled to the mocha beauty wrapped in a skintight wrap dress, while she danced sexily on the dance floor.
She blew me a kiss then lustfully curled her finger for me to come to her.
Damn, these island women knew how to drive a hard bargain, but my willpower was stronger. “Thank you both for the generous offer, but respectfully, I have to decline. I’ll make you ladies two Suck Me shots on the house though.”
“Alright, handsome,” she replied. I set to work making one of the ladies favorite drinks.
In a tall glass filled with ice, I poured in tequila, white grape flavored vodak, triple sec, black raspberry puree, then pineapple juice.
Afterwards, I took my time and mixed the mixture together, before I poured two perfect Suck Me shots in a glass for both ladies.
“Here you go, beautiful. You ladies enjoy your night.”
“Thank you, handsome, and we will.” She sauntered away, and my eyes were glued to her two round best friends that she dragged. Geez, she packed ass for days. Damn, it was hard to turn down one woman, but it was torture declining two at the same damn time.
Hill walked over to me and poured a glass of beer for a customer. “Man, you are a different breed, my brother because I don’t know how you turn down women left to right the way you do,” he stated while shaking his head.
The tall, bald, and toned dark- skinned brother had a different girl every week, so of course he didn’t know how I did it. I laughed at him while I wiped the bar down.
“It takes a lot of willpower, cold showers, and medicated ointment.”
Hill burst into laughter before he walked away. “I bet it does,” he tossed over his shoulder.
I went back to doing my job until the night ended, and I headed to my parents’ place to pick up MJ.
My playlist crooned at a decent volume while I drove past the huge extravagant compound that was maybe twenty or more miles away from my parents’ modest home.
My mother was a retired school teacher, and my father was still the ambassador of our country, but they were nowhere near balling like the person who owned that estate.
The compound was heavily guarded, and bright lights were all over.
Quite a few times on my drive by, there were parties going on. I’d have to drop my business card off to one of the guards. I could make drinks in any capacity—from hood to classy—I had it on lock. Yawning as I drove past, I examined the mansion.
When I looked up at the windows, the silhouette of a woman sitting on her patio caught my eye, and I swerved a bit.
I grabbed onto the wheel and focused back on the road, and my mind trailed to the peanut butter coated beauty dressed in the white two-piece bikini a few weeks back. If God was willing, I’d see her again.