Chapter 1 #6
Fresh in Armani with the matching shoes, I came downstairs and was on my way out the door when I heard someone in the kitchen.
Checking my waist, I made sure my pistol was secure as I padded down the hall.
Harbor had her back to me, ass and thighs looking succulent and rich against the little ass shorts and tank top on her skin.
She was trying to grab a big bowl off the top shelf but was too short to reach it.
Walking up on her, I startled her as I reached past, my pelvis brushing against her soft bottom in the process while one hand rested on her waist. My mans was already trying to stiffen up from the graze of her against me.
I snatched up the bowl and handed it to her, then took a step back.
She turned, taking me in from head to toe.
“Thanks. You going somewhere?” she asked, leaning against the counter.
“Just going to have a drink.” I told her, pulling the black, suede blazer tighter around me.
“I see.” She grabbed the bowl and went over to the counter with it.
“You didn’t come down for dinner. Why?” I stepped behind her, and her body immediately tightened.
“I wasn’t hungry.” Her response sounded like she was far away.
Not present with me right now anyway. And she was fucking lying because I had seen her eat a lot in the last year or so. She didn’t like skipping anything Celine made, much like the rest of us.
“You can talk to me. If that’s what you need, Harbor.”
“I can’t get close to you like that.” She dropped her head to the bowl and kept it there. “And it’s for the best. You have an entire life, a family—”
“And I got room for more than just that.” I whispered, stepping closer so that my lips were near her ear.
She scoffed, unbelieving of my words. I watched her move her head from side to side and then spin to face me.
“Since when? Last time I checked; we were nowhere near the same page. We aren’t even in the same fucking book. What has changed?”
I couldn’t put into words what I actually wanted to say to her.
Shit was too much. She was too much. She overwhelmed me.
Being around Harbor breathed something new into me.
Shit blew my mind because I had never dug a woman like this, not even Ivana.
That fact alone had me walking light with this girl because the situation was new.
Sadness draped her upward slanted eyes and they glossed over.
“That’s what I thought.” She nodded and turned back to the bowl. “Have a good night, Frequency.”
An icy chill swept over the room. I didn’t know what she wanted or how to get through to her.
We both had some emotional barriers that we had to push through, and it seemed that we wouldn’t be able to do that standing in our own way.
She was scarred, but so was I. That left us both with wounds that we had no idea how to heal.
Maybe the best way for us to move on was to do it separately.
The problem was our future was entangled now because of the business side of things.
I had to figure this shit out, that was for damn sure.
Tonight, I wasn’t about to stress over it though.
The club was packed, and me and Ledge were held up in a booth with the walls vibrating and bitches everywhere.
Smoke cascaded around us and I bobbed my head to the beat while puffing on a fat ass blunt that he had rolled.
It was easy to focus with all these bad ass women around us, and Ledge was trying to holler at any ho that wasn’t tied down to the floor.
He had a girl to his left and right, and another in front of him bending over so he could see her fat ass while she twerked.
I bobbed my head to the beat and exhaled a thick cloud upward into the air.
From across the room, something caught my eye.
It was Lyra. She sat with a group of her girls, all clocking me and my boy turning up in our section.
She glared in my direction, but underneath all that I felt the lust through her stare. Our sexual escapades were vividly memorable. Her ass was flexible, and was a squirter so the thought of fucking her again got me swelling against my pants and shifting in my seat. Ledge leaned toward me.
“Looks like somebody checking for you again. You ain’t talked to her since you put her out?” he asked with a playful grin.
Shaking my head in response, I watched Lyra hop to her feet and start over my way like she was on a catwalk.
Her wild ass eyes drew me in when she stopped in front of me.
I grabbed my glass of champagne from the table and peered over the rim at her.
One hand landed her waist, and she raked her bright ass orbs all over me.
“Funny running into you out here of all places.”
“You over there watching like you missed a nigga.” I told her, simpering in her face.
“I missed something.” She eyed the bulge growing in my pants.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I let my eyes wander her glowing golden skin and tight ass little body. Right now, it didn’t matter who she was, all I wanted was what was between her legs.
“So, you just gon’ keep standing there, or you trying to do something about it?” I toyed with her, guzzling the last of my drink.