Chapter 85
Face was seemingly determined to cross every boundary. One minute I was supposed to be paying of a debt, and the next he has me moving around the city publicly, knowing that I was in a committed relationship.
Then the nigga had the nerve to bring me to a midtown rooftop restaurant that was owned by his friend. Admittedly, the place was nice and the food was bomb, but it was apparent that his boy was from Acres Homes, because the patrons’ faces were a bit too familiar.
Then I couldn’t even make it seem platonic, as he opted to sit right beside me, while the kids were across from us. Like I was his fucking date.
Needless to say, I was on edge, and was sipping a strawberry mango margarita mixed with Don Julio to calm my nerves.
“Babi, how that drink tastes?” Face questioned, as his arm was thrown across the back of my chair.
“It’s good,” I told him.
“Let me see.” He grabbed my drink and took a sip from the straw.
Sitting there, I stared at the side of his face. Cause that mutha-