She said it quick, like she was trying to save the face she lost by standing up. Like she needed to convince herself she was in charge, even though the redness creeping across her cheekbones told a different story.
I smirked. I couldn’t help it. “Tell yourself whatever you need to, shorty.”
She blushed harder, pretty little freckles popping like someone turned up the heat. She hated that I could read her. Hated even more that she reacted to me—every damn time. She turned away from me, her chin lifted like she was marching into some battle instead of walking to a parking lot. But with us, I guess it was always a battle.
Sometimes, I wanted peace.
“Where am I going?” she asked, without looking over her shoulder.
“Parking lot.”
She strode toward the front of the complex. I watched her ass sway as she moved. That shit was juicy as hell in that little ass skirt she was wearing. A nigga couldn’t help appreciating that even though she got on my last fucking nerve. She stopped, waiting for me at the entrance.
“This way,” I told her, taking the lead.
We walked in silence to my car. She looked at my black Audi S8 before mumbling, “This is nice.”
I nodded once.
“Why did you make me come out here?”
Leaning against the side of the car, I stared at her. I refused to answer a question she already knew the answer to. She tried to hold my gaze, but her pretty, honey-colored eyes dropped after a minute.
“And for the record, you don’t get to command me!”
I stayed quiet because I also didn’t respond to shit that wasn’t true. She rolled her eyes before sighing loudly.
“Stop looking at me and say something!” she demanded.
That little attitude gon’ get her in a lot of trouble, I thought. It was a kind of trouble that I just might want to pursue…
“You must think I’m that lame ass nigga you was talking to the other night?”
She kissed her teeth. “Ron is not lame, just because he not out here in the streets like you.”
I shrugged, but she wouldn’t let it go.
“Don’t be insulting him because you wish you were half the man he is?—”
Her words ended on a shriek as I grabbed her and switched our positions so that she was pressed against the car. I bent down until my lips were right beside her ear.
“Now, what’s that shit you were saying, shorty?”
“Get off me, Mekhi!”
I leaned back so I could smirk at her.
“Nah. You just had so much you wanted to say. So, talk.”
“You—”
“Is this why I can’t see you later, Mekhi?”
Samaria’s voice cut off whatever Farrah had been about to say. We both turned our heads to see her standing in front of my car, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Trying to check me? This girl was out of her mind.
“Ay, not right now, Samaria,” I warned her.
She laughed. “I never knew you liked fat bitches, Mekhi.”
