“I knew what the orders were. That’s all on me.”
I took a long sip from my glass, peering at him over the rim. I finally accepted that I wasn’t going to change his mind. Hell, I couldn’t even coax a smile out of him.
“Well, just so you know… I appreciate everything you’re doing,” I said.
I was leaning forward about to give him a kiss on the cheek, when I was jerked back suddenly.
“I’m not your daddy, huh?” Mekhi whispered against my ear.
I glared at Steel.Traitor, I mouthed at him. Of course, that nigga chose then to finally smile.
“Let me go,” I ordered.
Mekhi surprised me by releasing my waist, but then he stepped in front of me. For a minute, I was speechless. He looked so fucking good, brown skin gleaming, dreads woven into a complicated style, white teeth perfect. And his body… Mekhi was so fine. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to move my eyes, but not before he smirked at me.Asshole.
“I’m not going home,” I announced.
He raised one eyebrow. “Did I say you were?”
“No, but you always tryna send me in the house. I want to have fun and?—”
“Cool.”
I looked at him suspiciously. “What?”
“We not going home,” he said, pulling out a chair at the table.
Seth, who I hadn’t even realized was with him, grabbed the fourth chair. Mariah shot him a look, and he licked his lips. She rolled her eyes and walked over to me.
“I hope you letting his bossy ass know we having a good time,” she piped up.
She refilled my glass of Rémy as Mekhi watched us.
“Ay, why you in their business?” Seth asked her, speaking over the music.
“Why you in mine?” she snapped back.
They argued lightly as I nursed the glass of alcohol. I felt myself growing warm under Mekhi’s gaze as he looked me up and down.
“Come here,” he finally said.
I almost pretended not to hear him, but the look on his face warned me not to even try it. Slowly, I walked to where he was sitting. He surprised me by grabbing my hips and pulling me between his legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Sit down, Farrah.”
I moved, about to go to my seat, figuring he had something to tell me.
“Nah,” he said, tugging me into his lap.
“Mekhi, what?—”
His hand wrapped around my glass and pulled it loose. I watched as he set it on the table.
“You need to have your head on straight. You being stalked, remember?”
My face heated up, but I didn’t acknowledge his comment verbally. “Why am I in your lap?”
