Chapter 7 #2
“Stop calling me that. For all we know, Ashaun can be lying. He looks like the type that lies for free,” I commented, sending death glares his way.
“He is, but he ain’t lying ‘bout this. If he said you’re the thief, then I believe him. The judge gon’ give us ninety days to test run this thing before that annulment you so pressed about is granted.”
Chuckling, I corrected him with, “Six weeks my love. I’m a resident of Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“That shit don’t make me no never mind. You ain’t leaving a nigga so what we talking ‘bout. I had one marriage in me, and although you robbed me of it, I’m not letting it go.
Get used to me, Mama. Now that I know my wife ain’t Ursula, I’m cool.
You are a beautiful woman, Clover, that most definitely got it going on,” he complimented wearing a look of approval.
His compliment caused me to blush. I didn’t know why it did, but it had my goofy ass cheesing as if I didn’t know this already.
He apologized for his rudeness like a man and offered gentle gestures.
He knew what being a gentleman was all about and he gained a little respect for that.
I finally removed my hand from his and pierced those dark brown eyes with mine.
Not once did my body reject him and that made me feel like he could get away with nibbling at my physical satisfaction once more.
“I’m not doing anything other than meeting you at the courthouse.
This was a mistake and regardless of what the fuck you say, us staying married ain’t happening.
” Standing, I looked down at his fine ass and took deep breaths.
It ain’t make no sense how goddamn sexy this man was.
He remained squatted down in front of me but gave me the eye contact I deserved.
He was softening me up without realizing it.
“Happy birthday, Arion. I really hope you enjoy it.”
He was on his feet before I had the opportunity to walk away. With his arm circling my waist, he replied with, “Take a shot with me before you go and maybe I will.”
“Boy what?” I asked with dipped brows. The last time me and this man drank together, we got married. Us and liquor didn’t mix.
“He said take a shot. Please take it, Anna Mae. I don’t need him showing his ass in here tonight or the crazy nigga really is going home with you. Here,” Ashaun chimed extending a shot in my direction.
I instantly locked eyes with Arion. I didn’t play that hitting shit. The only time I beat a nigga with no understanding was if it was a requirement for the job. Regardless of having my family in my corner, I wasn’t trying to test a man to see how it felt to be tore out the frame.
“Crazy? Yes. Ike Turner? No. Hitting women is sucka shit. I wouldn’t want my mama, sister, or future daughter to go through it, so I refuse to create that kind of karma. Plus, I prefer beating that golden pussy up instead,” he stated with a sly grin appearing seconds later.
Rolling my eyes, I threw back, “You wish you could taste this pussy again.”
“Grant it then. After all, it is a nigga birthday.”
“Ha. If we granting wishes, grant mine. I want that annulment,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck simply because he’d yet to let go of me, and I’d yet to make him.
“That’s not ever gon’ happen, Ma. It’s either live happily ever after or catch an early grave. Those yo’ only options.” Finally releasing my waist, he walked back over to the sofa and took a seat.
I was entertained by his threats; I couldn’t hold you.
A hearty laugh belched as I looked back to Akira.
While I thought she would be ready to have my back, Ashaun had her caught up in a shots battle.
Nevertheless, I could fight my own battles.
One of the big booty bitches in the section stood in front of him before I could walk over and express my thoughts behind his threats.
I’d be a liar if I said it ain’t bother me.
Strolling over, there was no hesitation behind my reaction. Just as soon as she bent over in Arion’s face, I snatched her up by her loose ass frontal, tossing her ass onto the table. With a spare bottle being in reach, I cracked it across her forehead splitting that bitch open.
“Bitch, I know you seen us having a fuckin’ conversation. You that thirsty for some fuckin’ attention?” I shouted.
“Bestie, what the hell?” That seemed to capture her attention then. “These are my employees at the end of the day. Dammit Diamond, are you okay?” Kira asked immediately checking on her injuries.
“Call the police on that wild animal. The crazy bitch needs to be put down. Why the fuck would she do that, Akira?” Diamond questioned.
“Aye, she was quick to fuck you up the first time. Why insult her so she can do it again? Choose yo’ battles shawty.
Dammit. Come on. You really do need to go to the hospital.
” Akira grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins and pressed them to the hoe forehead.
When they were on their feet, she looked at me and said, “I’m not hosting no hiring event because of you, Cedees.
It’s a strip club. Bitches ‘spose to throw ass in nigga’s faces including yours.
If you don’t want a hoe giving him attention, then take him home,” she advised as she helped her out the section.
“Fuck her, you, and this entitled muthafucka. I ain’t want to celebrate in the first fuckin’ place!” I shouted at her back.
I was pulled down onto Arion’s lap and held tightly. Leaning forward, his soft lips were pressed against my ear. “How you expect me to give you up when you doing shit like that behind me? If we were anywhere but here, I would’ve dropped dick in you by now.”
I didn’t expect anything from him to turn me on the way it was, but my pussy was throbbing uncontrollably. My wild and crazy ways were nothing more than a seduction for him. Ashaun labeled him right. He was definitely mentally challenged.
“If we were anywhere but here, I probably would’ve deaded you by now,” I threw back.
His chest rumbled against my back sending more chills down my spine. The warmth his body exuded onto my flesh felt damned good. Denying him in this very moment would be foolish. Yeah, I was a strong independent woman, but a bitch was melting in his embrace.
I could feel him smiling, turning around wasn’t needed. “I’m unethically pleased, Clover. Finish riding out our birthday with me. I’m starting to finally enjoy myself.”
“And if I do, what’s in it for me?” I challenged.
Arion was undeniably attractive. From the way he spoke to me to the way he held me, I was thoroughly intrigued.
My pussy was pulsating, and I couldn’t figure out exactly why he had me so discombobulated.
On one hand, I wanted him to bend me over and tear this pussy out the frame better than he did in Vegas.
On the other, I knew he was nothing but trouble, and I needed to keep my distance.
However, I was a glutton for fuckin’ punishment.
“You know good and goddamn well what’s in it for you, Mrs. Greek. One thing I do know how to do is please my wife. It’s my birthday, and I intend to eat my cake before the night is over with,” he stated confidently.
His arrogance was doing everything for me right now.
I was annoyed whenever Royce showed his, but a bitch was leaking at this point from Arion.
Vegas was on a loop, and all I wanted was a taste of it again.
I enjoyed the many positions he put me in and how many times he asked me to cum for him. He was a good time.
“I’m not nearly drunk enough my guy.”
“Good. I don’t need you mistaking shit tonight, aight?” he countered.
“All this for an annulment?”
“I refuse to repeat myself, Ma. You got every right to be skeptical ‘bout me, but don’t misunderstand this. I’m a man that takes care of business, whether it’s with my organization or family.
As the only woman who’s wearing my name, you’re considered family.
This gon’ be a lifetime of happiness, I can promise you that… pinky.”
I never in my life wanted to know what marriage was like until I was in one, and I was barely giving this shit any thought.
I watched my family grow and become enthused ‘bout loving only one person.
Now it was my turn to do the same, even if it was granted by Don Julio.
Arion moved and talked like a boss so much that I was starting to see myself with him.
Finally turning around, I looked Arion in the eyes. His chiseled jaws complimented his full beard. Those dark buttery brown irises that stared back at me were softening me up once more. Those thick brows were just as thick as his lips. There was nothing negative I could say about him.
“Make my birthday a memorable one. I only turn thirty-five once.”
Smirking, he asked, “Anything else, Mrs. Greek?”
“You better eat the whole cake muthafucka!”