Chapter 87
“Oh, I can tell you something, alright.” He nodded. “Your ass aint going home tonight.”
I pursed my lips. “Ion know ‘bout all that. I have to catch some calls, and you’ve already shown me that you can’t keep it player.”
“I can,” he claimed. “But that behavior is reserved for the hoes.”
Immediately, my eyes skated over to the girls, and they were both too engrossed into their phones to pay any attention to our conversation.
I lightly laughed. “Boy, you a trip.” I took another sip from my drink.
He leaned in to speak in my ear. “I’m trying to eat that pussy from the back. So, stop playing.”
Grabbing his face, I directed his head sideways, and spoke in his ear. “Ion know what type of timing you on, but this aint your pussy. So, you just can’t have it whenever you want.”
“I beg to differ,” he whispered. “You fucked up, when you gave me a reason. Had you just apologized for denting my car, then maybe none of this would be happening, right now.”
I sighed. “Okay. Then I apologize.” He smirked. “It’s too late now.” “And what does that mean?”
“It means that I’m applying major pressure. Until I get every-thing I want.”
Hearing that, a chill crept up my spine. “And what do you want?”
He kissed my cheek. “You.”