Chapter 6 #2
“Yeah. She just wants to finish her drink, and then she’s leaving. I have to run.”
“You can’t wait for her to finish her drink?” I angled my head to the left.
Tesha sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Are you worried about her or worried about where I’m about to go? I’m single, Love.”
I held my hands up in surrender and gave a curt nod. “That you are, sis. Be safe.”
“I will.”
If Ryder knew Tesha was about to go get some dick, he’d probably throw up.
The thought made me chuckle. My boy was going through it.
I hated it for him but like my grandma used to say.
A hard head makes a soft ass. As I sipped my drink, Persia looked over her shoulder and spotted me.
I eyed her over the rim of my glass. When she slid off the barstool and walked in my direction, my dick jumped at the sight of her.
With heavy lids and a serious expression on her face, Persia slid into my booth.
“I just want you to know you ruined my life.”
My brows hiked as I placed my glass on the table. “I ruined your life. How did I do that?” my tone held a hint of amusement.
“You and your silly ass proposition. That shit was weird. My husband feared for his life, and you put him in the position to do some foul shit.”
“That’s what you’re telling yourself, so you won’t have to admit that you married a lame ass sucka?
It didn’t matter what kind of proposition I made.
As your husband, it was his job to tell me to go fuck myself.
That nigga is supposed to be your protector, and he was ready to hand you over to the big bad wolf to save his own ass. If you ask me, I did you a favor.”
“Well, I didn’t ask you.” Persia sat with her back against the booth and pouted. Fuck, she was fine.
“When you first walked in, it looked like you’d been crying. You and that nigga were arguing?”
Persia’s lip curled and she eyed me with disdain. “Don’t worry about what me and my husband were doing.”
“I’m not worried about your fuck ass husband. But if that nigga made you cry, I can handle that.”
Persia sighed. “Why are you like this? What’s the motive? You want another notch on your belt? It’ll stroke your ego to know you bagged another man’s wife. What were you going to do with me for twelve hours? Please enlighten me.”
“Try to make you feel everything that fuck nigga never could.” I watched her chest swell.
“You’re a very charming man. I’m sure you’re quite a hit with the ladies. However lame you might think my husband is, I’m still married, and I don’t cheat. And honestly, even if we separate, I don’t think I’d deal with you.”
“And why is that?” I asked interested.
“I’m not interested in being a notch on a man’s belt or an ego inflator. What could you possibly want with another man’s wife? You have good intentions? What you want to marry me next?”
With a smirk, I finished off my drink. “I’m not a fan of repeating myself, but here goes.
Had I been given twelve hours with you, sex wouldn’t have been on my mind.
A woman can’t pay her man’s debt to me with pussy.
And I damn sure wouldn’t try and make a woman sleep with me that didn’t want to.
I’m too muhfuckin’ fly for some rape shit. ”
Tears filled Persia’s eyes, and her jaw muscles flexed. Quickly, she turned her head. She didn’t look away fast enough, and I saw the tear spill over her eyelid. My brows crumpled from confusion. What about my comment would make her cry?
“Yo, I’m sure you don’t care to know anything about me, but a fun fact is I can’t stand to see a woman cry. On God, I can’t. You gon’ make me empty my pockets, give you the keys to my car, shit, anything to stop you from crying.”
Persia dabbed at the corner of her eye with her knuckle while chuckling.
“I don’t like you.” She sighed and looked at me with sad eyes.
“He really thinks life can just go back to the way it was. You have your money, and all is well. David really acts clueless about why I don’t have anything to say to him.
And before I came here,” Persia swallowed hard.
She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.
“He wanted to have sex. And when I said no, he did it anyway.” Fresh tears filled her eyes while my blood began to boil.
“He did what anyway?” I leaned forward wanting clarity. The regret from letting him live knawed away at my gut and made my stomach churn.
Persia’s lips parted slightly. She appeared confused. It didn’t take long for her to catch on. “Nothing. I should go.” She made a move to exit the booth.
“Persia,” authority filled my tone making her pause. “Look me in my face,” I commanded. When she did, I spoke slowly. “That nigga raped you?”
Panic consumed her irises. She knew I’d hurt that nigga.
Nah, I didn’t know her, and I didn’t have to know her.
Besides being a pedophile, a rapist was one of the worst things a man could be.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to fix this. It’s not your job to do anything.
I was mad when I blamed my ruined marriage on your actions.
David did that all on his own. I’m not going back there. I’m staying with my sister tonight.”
“And the night after that?”
“That doesn’t concern you, Kastian. Thank you for the drinks. Goodnight.”
Persia slid out of the booth, and I watched her saunter away. Her hips swayed effortlessly. They almost had me in a trance. Hearing her refer to her marriage as ruined ignited a flame in me. I was gon’ get that ass.