Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
“Wait, I’m sorry,” Evie chuckled sarcastically as her brows shot up in surprise. After chewing her pecan pancakes, she swallowed hard. Reaching for her ice water, she gulped down half the glass before wiping the corners of her mouth. “Could you repeat that? I'm not sure I heard you correctly.”
“Well, let me put you at ease as far as your hearing goes.” Smirking, Greg casually stroked his chin as he reclined in the booth next to his wife.
“You most definitely heard me correctly. We’ve been looking for a third to join our relationship, and we’d love for that person to be you.
” He clarified as he bit into a piece of his thick-cut bacon. “What do you say?”
Evie was speechless for a few moments. She couldn't believe this shit was happening. When Greg texted Evie Friday afternoon and asked her to join them for breakfast today at Hen’s Place Breakfast Bar, this type of conversation was the last one she expected.
She assumed they wanted to talk about meeting up for another orgy party that they were about to host. She’d definitely enjoyed the one she attended at their summer home a few months back.
Or at the very least, she figured that they’d invite her over to their place to spend the weekend with them.
But being asked to be a third was most definitely not on her bingo card for the day.
“Uh, well,” Evie said, after which a soft chuckle slipped from her lips before she took a sip of her pineapple mimosa. She rubbed the side of her face in contemplation as she tried to think of a way to let them down easily. “I’m flattered for sure that you both even?—”
“Oh wait, one more thing,” Nia interrupted as she sat up with a warm smile after drinking the last of her orange juice.
“Before you give us an answer, we need to make one thing clear. If you agree to be ours, the guy that disrespected us at the Drill and Spank can no longer be a part of your life in any capacity.”
“Yeah, absolutely not.” Greg turned to his wife with a nod and a smile before averting his attention back to Evie. “I almost forgot all about that asshole, honey. Good job. But yes, Evie, any ties with him are non-negotiable.”
“Mm, got it,” Evie nodded as she met their intense gazes with a thin smile. “So y’all want to control me and only want me to associate with people whom you all allow me to be in contact with? Do I have that correct?”
“No, not at all,” Greg quickly shook his head almost frantically as if he was desperately trying not to piss Evie off.
“We just can’t have him intervene in our relationship, especially after the way the guy spoke to me and my wife.
So we’re just saying it would be in all our best interests for you to completely cut ties with him.
Then he would have no doubt as to whether or not you belong to us and us only. ”
“Uh huh, I see. So of course, I’m flattered that you all even asked. But I’m just not interested in a relationship right now.”
“Would you have said otherwise if we had said yes to your little boyfriend?” Nia asked, her brows slightly raised, as she sat back and folded her arms over her chest defensively.
“Listen,” Evie chuckled sarcastically as she pushed back her plate, leaned forward, and placed her hands on the table.
Instant irritation settled on her face. “My answer would’ve been the same regardless of whether you included Norie or not.
Now, I was trying to be kind, but since you decided to bring out the claws, mine are going to join the party as well.
So here goes: I’m not interested in a relationship with you all because you won’t be able to keep me happy sexually or otherwise long-term.
Norie, however, has kept me satisfied. And is still doing so presently without missing a fucking beat.
Though if I were interested in polyamory with you, attempting to control who I’m allowed to make contact with, I would instantly lose interest. And lastly, thanks to your mouthing off, I now find you disturbingly unattractive and will assume that you had plans to control me and maybe even lock me up if I didn’t follow whatever rules you would’ve set had I said yes.
I’m happy you showed your true colors, though.
Even though they did just cost you the opportunity of never experiencing me again. ”
“Wait a minute now, Evie, Nia didn’t mean it like that,” She merely stated a question.
“Granted, in a very emotional way, but she didn’t mean any harm.
She’s just in love with you. We’re in love with you.
And just don’t want our hearts broken. And trust me, we can most definitely keep you happy long-term.
We also aren’t trying to control you in any way; we just?—”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Greg, keep your dick in your pants.
She doesn’t want us. She’s just been using us for sex.
She probably only comes to us when her ignorant-ass lover boy refuses to give her any dick.
Either way, you sound like a whiny-ass bitch sitting here begging another bitch for some pussy.
“Let it go, she ain’t the only pussy around. You can get the fuck on now, Evie.”
Evie didn’t know if she blinked first and then chuckled or vice versa before she lunged across the table, but her hands were around Nia's throat in a flash. And for reasons she couldn’t process at the moment, the more Nia clawed at Evie’s hands while struggling to breathe, the tighter Evie squeezed.
“Evieeeee,” Greg roared as he shoved Evie back while trying to pry her hands away from Nia’s compromised airway.
But it didn’t help any because she had a death grip around Nia's neck.
So when he pushed Evie, she pulled Nia with her across the table.
“Let my fucking wife go now! “She can’t breathe. Evieeeee!”
When Evie still refused to let go, Greg bit her and was about to bend one of her fingers back, but the throbbing pain immediately caused Evie to let go.
“Ouchhhh!” She yelped as her irritation morphed into fury behind her eyes.
As pain radiated through her hand while Greg tended to his wife, Evie shot them a hard death stare before she grabbed her clutch from the bench next to her and slipped out of the booth.
She stood, walked over to Greg, and backhanded the fuck out of the side of his head.
She smiled when it hit the back of the booth with a loud bang before she sashayed to the exit and out the door.
While three other parties were seated in the breakfast bar as well, plus the staff of about eight, no one seemed none the wiser to what had just transpired.
Evie didn’t care one way or the other if someone had intervened or called the cops; she was fuckin’ tired of muthafuckas saying whatever the fuck they wanted without consequence.
After sliding behind the wheel of her ride, Evie called her sister and bestie as she pulled off and headed to her massage appointment.
When neither of them answered, she slid her 12PM Studios, Toronto Smoke shades on, and instructed Siri to play her dilly dally playlist and sped toward the highway while blasting and singing “Morning Dew” (DONK) by Beyoncé.
An hour later, she pulled into the parking structure behind Luxurious Lady Massage Spa.
Evie got out of her ride feeling sexy as fuck in her green fitted cargo pants and cream belly top.
After sliding her red glamaholic crossbody across her chest, she opened the trunk to grab her umbrella when another vehicle pulled up behind her and slowed to a stop.
At first, Evie thought whoever was driving was about to ask if she was about to vacate the spot.
But when the driver rolled the window down and the sound of familiar deep, rumbling laughter followed, she froze.
“Shit, I’d notice that lil peach-shaped birthmark on your leg anywhere. I see you still ain’t lost that weight yet? You still sexier than a muthafucka though. But you need to get in somebody’s gym, quick. Her ex, Gavin Nickerson, laughed as he licked his lips while eyeing her ass.”
Evie’s frustration tried to boil over into fury as she stood there, clutching the edges of the trunk with her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and counted to ten.
She never knew she could hate another soul so fucking deeply until the day this nigga showed his true colors.
Though the pain from her past life with him tried to break her down like it used to, Evie quickly remembered that she wasn’t that woman anymore and finally shook that shit off.
Turning around, she smirked, her full lips curving into a sinister smile.
“And I see that you’re the same narcissistic bitch ass nigga, that I walked out on because you let other muthafuckas control your thoughts instead of thinking for yourself.
” She paused as she arched a brow and tapped a finger against her lips in contemplation.
“Funny how you never had a problem with my fat when your dick was balls and chin deep in my pussy and ass. And when your tongue was digging for gold in my pussy and ass. Matter fact, you literally begged me countless times to give you the pussy in private, but then dogged me about my weight in public ‘cus yo’ niggas ain’t approve of you fuckin’ on a big girl.
Which I found extremely hilarious, since yo’ homies and cousins all tried to talk to me, both when I was big and when I was small.
But especially when I gained weight. Them niggas was begging for a taste of my pussy in the same breath that they were asking me on dates and to meet their moms. Hell, all eight of them niggas still hit me up to this day, begging me to change my mind. Bet you didn’t know that, did you?”
“Evie—"