Chapter 10
Ahmad
Istepped into the restaurant to put in a to-go order before going home. I had been tatting all day and had only been snacking, so I was hungry as hell.
The hostess asked me to hang out while she handled some issues with another customer. I went into my pocket and pulled out my work phone to review my calendar for tomorrow. Looked like I had a full schedule again, but thankfully my first appointment wasn’t until one.
I finished looking over my calendar and went to my messages. A few people were texting me about appointments.
After responding to them, I put my phone back into my pocket. Business was really booming, and it seemed like it was only getting bigger. Word of mouth was a good thing. A lot of my recent push of customers was from people recommending my shop and me.
I looked up, growing impatient. My stomach was touching my back and I was about to say fuck it and go grab something else until someone caught my eye.
Bypassing the hostess stand, I walked deeper into the restaurant.
“Eating alone?” I looked down at Fatima, who was texting a message on her phone. She looked pissed off. Her pretty little face was balled up and her fingers were moving a mile a minute.
Looking up, she looked surprised to see me standing there. I grabbed the empty chair across from her. “You mind?”
She shook her head. “Don’t look like anyone else is going to occupy it.”
I pulled the seat out and sat down. Sitting across from her, I took a moment to look at her. It was obvious she was out on a date or was supposed to be out on one, which lowkey had me feeling some type of way.
She had her hair twisted in the front and pulled into a natural ponytail in the back. She wore minimal jewelry, silver hoop earrings in the first hole and diamond studs in her second. She wore a diamond necklace around her neck.
Fatima had on a nude color top that cut low but not in a trashy way. I looked to the side and saw she had on some black shorts. My eyes went back to her face. Her glossy lips were pouted up. I could see from her eyes she was irritated but she was staring at me curiously.
“What are you doing here?”
“I just got off and came to grab something to eat. What about you? Date?”
She rolled her eyes and placed her phone on the table. “No, not really. I was supposed to meet someone, but as you can see, that didn’t happen.” She shook her head. Her phone vibrated on the table. Both of our eyes cut to it.
“You need to get that?”
She released a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Nope.” Grabbing the phone, she turned and put it in her purse on the back of her chair. A sense of relief went through me, knowing that she had no interest in responding to whoever was hitting her up. I assumed it was whoever stood her up.
The server came over. “Oh, I see your date is here. Can I get you something to drink?” she asked me, smiling.
Fatima was about to speak, but I cut her off. “Water, and bring out your favorite wine, white though.”
“Bottle or glass?”
“Bottle.”
The waitress smiled. “Will do.” She turned and walked off.
“What was that for?” Fatima asked me, looking around the restaurant. It was busy right now.
“We're both hungry. It’s obvious whoever you were waiting for isn’t coming, and I don’t have any plans after this besides heading to the crib, so I figured we could eat together. That cool with you?”
She lowered her head, trying to hide her smile. “Yeah, uh, that’s fine.”
I smirked and nodded. “Good.”
I grabbed the menu and scanned it. A few times, I glanced up and saw Fatima smiling. That made me happy. A few seconds ago, she looked upset and annoyed, but now she seemed happy.
The server came back with our wine and my water.
“You two ready to order?”
“You go first, pretty girl.”
Fatima blushed.
After she gave her order, I gave mine. The server took our menus and left us alone.
“So, tell me why I walked in and saw you sitting here alone, looking like that.”
“Like what?” she asked quietly.
Gnawing on the corner of my bottom lip, I slanted my eyes. “Good as hell, like you want a nigga to eat you up.”
A shocked expression appeared on Fatima’s face that she quickly switched up. Her cheeks flushed and her mouth turned upwards.
“Well, I was meeting a friend here, but something came up that he didn’t think to tell me until I had been sitting here for a half hour.”
Outlining my bottom lip with my tongue, I leaned forward. “Well, he’s stupid because if he’s missing out on you looking like this right now willingly, then he needs his ass whooped.”
Fatima’s eyebrows shot up. “Ahmad, are you flirting with me right now?”
I grunted lowly. My name rolling off her tongue sounded good. It was soft and innocent, yet it pulled me into her.
Chuckling, I sat back and crossed my arms. “I’m just telling it like it is.” I shrugged.
Fatima smiled brightly at me. “You know the way your sister described you is completely different from what I’ve witnessed.”
Tilting my head slightly to the side, I gave her a lop-sided grin. “And how is that?”
“She warned me you could come off standoffish and rude, but I don’t get that. You’re always nice when I see you, sometimes nonchalant, but never in a mean way.”
Showing off all my teeth, I rubbed my beard.
“Autumn always running her mouth, but nah, she wasn’t so far off. I don’t really deal with too many people. I like to keep people at arm’s length.”
“Does this have to do with the stupid hoe your sister mentioned at your shop the other day?”
Usually, the mention or reference of Kylie would instantly shift my mood, but when Fatima did it, it didn’t. I was shocked she remembered Autumn mentioned that.
“You can say that,” I vaguely told her.
She nodded. “Well, she needs her ass whooped if she let you go.”
Chuckling softly, I watched her grin get bigger. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, you don’t seem like you’re a bad guy. In fact, the way your sister talked to me about you, you seem damn near perfect.”
That caused me to laugh again. Damn, I was doing that a lot with her.
“Nah, I ain’t perfect. A nigga got a few flaws, but I was good to Kylie.”
“Kylie?”
“The stupid hoe,” I smirked.
“Mhm.”
The server returned with our food and couldn’t have come any sooner.
The conversation with Fatima was flowing so well that it didn’t even bother me to talk about Kylie.
She was easy to talk to, and the fact that she didn’t push the subject with Kylie was nice.
Still though, it felt like things were too good with her.
I was growing too comfortable with her, as if I’d known her forever.
Fatima and I made small talk, ate and drank the wine the server had brought out.
Well, she mainly drank the wine. I only had a glass and a half.
Throughout the night, I learned a little more about her.
She told me she grew up in a single-parent home with her mom after her dad abandoned them.
Just like at the shop, I could tell there was more to the story, but I didn’t push it.
She also told me how she was going to take the leap of starting her own photography business, which made me happy that she took my advice.
By the end of the night, Fatima had loosened up a lot. She wasn’t nervous or reserved like she normally was when I was around. She had dropped the guard she built around herself, and I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like what was behind that guard.
The server had come over and brought the check. Fatima and I both went for it. I gave her a look.
“I got it,” I said, taking the check. Without looking at it, I grabbed my wallet and placed my card inside.
“Thank you, Ahmad. I know sitting here eating with me was not what you had in mind, but I had a good time.”
“I didn’t mind. You were splendid company. I lowkey don’t want the night to end. Since I skipped dessert, I could use something sweet.”
Instead of Fatima looking embarrassed or shocked, a lustful expression formed on her face.
“I think I have something sweet that could satisfy you.” She pulled on her bottom lip, her eyes showed a look of hunger.
My eyes dipped low to her visible cleavage. My dick twitched in the jeans I had on. Looking back at her eyes, I tried to see if she was being for real. I know she had consumed a lot of wine and I wasn’t sure if that was what was talking right now.
“Fatima, you drank a lot of wine and I don’t want to—"
“I know what I drank, but that has nothing to do with what I’m saying. I want you tonight.”
She seductively licked her lips. Her small, pink tongue lingered for a second before she pulled it back into her mouth. Blood rushed to my dick.
“Thank you, guys, and come again,” the server said, setting the checkbook back down. I hadn’t even noticed she had come and grabbed it.
Grabbing the book, I quickly signed it, grabbed two twenties out of my wallet and placed them inside.
“Come on,” I told her, standing up.
Fatima stood up and sluggishly walked towards me. Her black high-waisted shorts hugged her small waist. I grabbed her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into me.
“You sure about this?” I whispered in her ear. I know she could probably feel my dick through my jeans.
Fatima looked behind her. “I’m sure.”
That’s all I needed her to say. I guided her out of the restaurant and she walked to her car. “You cool to drive?” I asked, helping her into the car.
“I’m not drunk, Ahmad. I’m just feeling it.” She paused and giggled. “Follow me to my house.” Her eyes went to my center and she licked her lips.
“I got you.”
Closing her door, I went to my car.
I was waiting for the irking feeling of me doing this to happen.
I was waiting for that small voice that told me to take my ass home, but neither showed up.
In fact, the urge to be inside Fatima, hitting her with slow, powerful strokes, filled my head.
I had imagined how her sex faces would look, how her moans would sound, and how sweet her pussy would taste for too long.
Nah, I wasn’t turning around. I was about to go fulfill my hunger.