4. Ronnie
Ronnie
I don’t know what I was thinking coming out with Sincere. I thought it would’ve been okay, but as soon as I stepped out of the building and saw the paparazzi, I wanted to turn back around. We were about to be the highlight of tomorrow’s news.
“You good? The paparazzi be all on my ass,” Sin stated once we got safely inside his Maserati. I gave him a tight smile in response.
I was too nervous to say anything, to be honest. My dad watches the news every morning. I would hate for him to see this and think something was going on between us. The old man would have a fit.
“What you feel like eating? I got another business meeting in a few hours, but I wanted to get some time in with you,” he admitted, licking his lips.
“Anything is fine. I told you I wasn’t hungry, so its whatever you’re in the mood for.” I ran my hand up my arm to cover up the goosebumps growing on my skin. I’d never been this uneasy in all my life. I don’t understand why it’s happening.
“Shit, baby. Don’t tell me that.” Sin sized me up.
“Boy, please. Just drive. This is a business meeting,” I reminded him.
He smirked, facing the road. “Baby, this act can only work for so long. You might as well cut the bullshit now.”
“What bullshit?” I frowned in his direction.
What did he think was gonna happen? I’m under the impression we were gonna go discuss this strip club situation.
“The one where you act like you ain’t feeling me when we both know you are.” I dismissed his comment, taking my phone out of my purse.
“How you figure that?”
Brushing a stray hair from my face, I cut my eyes in his direction. Sin had too much luck with women to think we all want him.
“I got yo’ ass soaked like the ocean baby,” he boasted, like he just knew what he was talking about. My thong is dry like the Sahara Desert.
“We gone fuck before the night out, believe that,” he added with so much confidence. I opened my mouth to say something slick, but he turned the radio on, silencing me.
Even though I thought it was really rude of Sin, I let it go.
This is the last time he’ll ever be in my presence like this again.
We’re only going out to lunch, no matter what he thinks is about to happen.
That was the second warning of the night I ignored.
The third happened as soon as we got to the restaurant.
We were escorted to the table with eyes on us the entire time. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. Having everybody look at me like this wasn’t something I’m used to, despite who my father was.
Sin stopped looking at his menu to glance at me. “You been quiet since we got here. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing, everything is fine. Let’s get down to business.” I took the manila folder out of my purse. “We need to come up with a plan to kill this story before it gets out of hand.”
I had the folder standing up so I could look inside, not knowing Sin was gonna reach his hand out to pull it down until it was laid flat on the table.
“We can do all that shit later, baby. I wanna get to know you better,” Sin confessed.
That wasn’t part of the deal when I decided to come out with him. I should’ve known he wouldn’t take these allegations against him seriously.
“Sin,” I sighed. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea about this meeting. I’m here to help you with your case, nothing more, nothing less.”
I made my intentions clear to him, hoping he’ll respect my boundaries. Nothing against him personally, but I don’t get involved with rappers. They’re all the same to me. None of them are relationship material.
Sin leaned up in his chair, staring me directly into my eyes.
“I want you, Ronnie, and I always get what I want.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “By all means necessary.”
My earlier statement still holds some truth, but I’ll be wrong if I said he didn’t turn me on. The fact that Sin’s willing to do whatever to get me, makes me feel good.
“I’m flattered, Sin, but I don’t date men I work with.” I put the folder back in my bag. “Besides, it’s against company rules for us to be together.”
Standing up, I was getting ready to leave, when his hand reached out to stop me.
“Where you going?” he asked, with knitted eyebrows.
“Leaving,” I answered, looking around to see if we had an audience.
“You just gone walk away from me?” he asked, with hurt in his voice. “Give a nigga some credit. I brought you all the way down here to spend a few hours with you.”
I felt bad for tryna leave now and I mean, free food never hurt anybody.
With a sigh, I plopped back down in my chair. I picked up the menu on the side of me to look it over, noticing Sin watching me out the corner of my eye.
“Damn, ma. A nigga gotta pull teeth to have date with you. Wassup with that?” he inquired, his hand ran down his jawline.
“I just like to keep my business and pleasure separate.” I shrugged, averting my eyes.
Sin sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I don’t know about that. What if yo’ future husband is in the music industry? You can be missing your blessing.”
I snickered, eyes scanning the appetizers. “I doubt that’ll happen.”
When Sin’s hand made contact with mine, I nearly jumped outta my skin. Focusing my attention on him, I saw vulnerability in his eyes and my heart skipped a beat.
“What if he’s already here?” he countered softly. “Sitting in front of you?”
My past experiences had me second-guessing if he’s being genuine or not. I did exactly what he’s suggesting once and put my heart on the line for a guy who meant me no good. I’m not sure if I’m willing to try again, especially for a man like Sin.