Chapter 8 #2
“I realized that love ain’t shit but a disappointment.” My response was dry and unenthusiastic.
Fatima got quiet. I knew she was probably thrown off by how harsh I sounded, but it was the truth.
“What about you? Any siblings?” I asked, finishing her tattoo up.
“Uh yeah, two younger brothers by my dad.”
“You close?”
“No,” she blurted. The way she said it I knew it was more to the story. She had a faraway look in her eyes as if she was in deep thought.
“All done,” I told her, giving her wrist one final wipe.
Fatima brought her attention back to me and looked down. She brought her wrist to her face and examined the tattoo.
“It looks great. I love it!” She flashed me a smile.
A smile that warmed my heart. What the hell is wrong with me?
I always had people compliment my work, but hearing Fatima do it gave me another level of satisfaction. One thing I never needed was approval or hype from other people, but hearing Fatima give it to me had a nigga feeling good inside.
I stood up and grabbed the stuff to wrap her wrist up. Walking back, I stood in front of her and grabbed her wrist.
“You gone let me do another one for you?” I asked, staring down at her.
Fatima’s eyes found me. They were low.
“Uhm, yeah, sure.”
“You gone let me pick out the next one?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You won’t do anything crazy, will you?”
I smiled.
“Nah, you can trust me. I’ll take care of you.” I licked my lips and tucked the bottom one between my teeth. Standing over her, I had a good view of the top of her chest since her dress was off the shoulders. My dick twitched.
Fatima pierced her lips together while her eyes eyed mine. Usually, when I was close to Fatima, she was nervous, but right now her body was relaxed. Her breathing was soft and calm.
My words meant more than just a tattoo. Whatever perfume Fatima was wearing had been driving me crazy since she walked in here. When I started doing her tattoo and she was closer, it only got worse. It was a fruity candy smell that would normally give me a headache, but on her, it was subtle.
“Whatever perfume you’re wearing smells good as fuck,” I grunted lowly.
“Thank you. It’s Prada Candy.” I stepped closer to her and bent down until my mouth was near her ear.
“Whenever you’re around me wear that shit, alright?” Fatima’s breath hitched. Now her chest was rising and falling quicker.
I ran the tip of my fingers up and down her bare leg.
“What are you doing?” Fatima whispered.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I found you attractive, Fatima.”
I pulled back and looked at her.
Fatima was lustfully staring at me. Her legs had spread some since I stepped closer to her and her hands were planted on her sides.
“I think you’re attractive too, Ahmad.” My eyes narrowed. Her saying my name sounded like music to my ears. It rolled off her tongue effortlessly, but it made me imagine how it would sound while I was hitting her shit from the back.
I rested my hands flatly on her thighs. She looked down but didn’t seem to mind. “The moment I walked into the coffee shop, I knew it was something about you,” I told her.
“Like what?” she asked quietly, slowly bringing her eyes to meet mine again.
“Hey, I’m back,” Autumn busted into the room and announced.
Fatima jumped. I kept my eyes on her but casually removed my hands and stepped back.
Autumn walked over and stared at the both of us. “What’s going on?”
Fatima looked at me. “Nothing, we were just talking. Y’all tatts are on the house,” I let them know.
She looked like she didn’t believe me. “Yeah, okay.”
Fatima got out of the chair and straightened her dress. “Thank you for the tattoo.”
I nodded. “Get my number from my sister. Hit me up if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
Fatima quickly looked at Autumn then back at me. “I will.”
Autumn smirked at me. “I’ll see you at mom and dad’s,” I told her, giving a snarky grin of my own.
“Mhm, I know something went on when I was gone, but I’ll let y’all live. Bye brother.” She walked over and hugged me. I pulled her into me before letting her go.
Fatima turned to follow her. My eyes went to her ass. I noticed how freely it was moving. Her ass must not have on any panties. “It was nice seeing you again, Fatima.”
Fatima looked over her shoulder and gave me a small smile. “You too, Ahmad. Hopefully, I’ll see you again soon.”
I watched her and Autumn walk out of the room and I sat back in my chair.
I don’t know what the hell happened to me a few minutes ago. It was like I had this sudden urge to touch Fatima. Her skin was smooth as hell, and the way her perfume had filled my nose, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. By how her body reacted to my touch, I could tell she didn’t mind it either.
If my sister hadn’t brought her ass in here, I would have been tempted to try and take things further.
The way Fatima’s eyes lustfully ate me up, I knew I could have her.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I wanted her to wrap her long legs around my waist while she bounced up and down on my dick.
I wanted to run my hand through her natural curls and run my tongue down her neck while she moaned my name in my ear. Just replaying how my name sounded leaving her lips made me want to call her back in here.
Fatima had me feeling things I hadn’t felt about a girl in a long ass time without even trying. She was different, a breath of fresh air from the girls that normally throw themselves at me. Even though I made her nervous at times, she didn’t act all thirsty and shit, which I liked.
I ran my hand down my face and closed my eyes. I wanted to know more about her little cute ass. The way her voice escalated and her face dropped when I asked about her dad caused me to want to dig deeper. Even her hate for relationships, I knew I had my reasons, but I wanted to know hers.
I need to chill the hell out.
The feelings I found myself having were foreign. I had long ago shut down the thought of a relationship, yet when Fatima came to mind, I wanted to reconsider.