“What is wrong with your anti-social, introverted ass? Did someone hurt your feelings or something growing up? Who raised you?” I mocked him, but he wasn’t amused by my humor.
He tipped his head to the side and continued to penetrate me with his eyes. His lack of response left me frazzled and I tried to straighten up in front of him, but he jumped ahead of me. The aggression in his strong hands when they gripped my waist left me charged, and when he slid himself in front of me in my chair, I was captivated. Slowly, he brought himself to his feet and his arms fell behind my back before his palms were all over my ass cheeks. Frequency lifted me to my desktop and pinned me in place resting his palms on either side of me. His crazy, enchanting eyes bounced around mine and he simpered sexily. The slyness behind his stare had my center hot and wet.
“Don’t play with me, Harbor. Play with them sucka ass niggas out there.”
He nodded his head to the door but held my stare.
“I fucked up… in Puerto Rico. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized the impact that might have had on you. I didn’tmean to hurt your feelings. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. You deserve the truth, and that’s what I thought I was doing. My relationship… with Ivana…shit was a long time ago. That man doesn’t exist anymore. Losing her changed me. Then yo’ ass showed up in my life. You defied everything I ever thought I wanted in a woman.”
“Why are you telling me all this now?” I asked, feeling like I had been holding my breath the entire time he’d been talking.
“Because yo’ ass needed to know. I don’t give a fuck about you or that attitude you walking around with because sooner or later we both know you giving me that good shit again. And when you mad, it only makes the shit better.” He straightened himself between my legs and my sex caught an irregular rhythm.
Frequency didn’t blink, and when he spoke, I felt that shit. My breathing picked up and he turned even more cocky. He knew what the hell he was doing. His hand drifted down to my thigh and he gave a squeeze while biting into his bottom lip.Shit!Like he had been doing that shit for years, he pecked my lips gently.
“Just don’t make a nigga wait too long.” His warm retinas bounced around mine before he backed off and crept along to the door.
I was in a daze staring after him long before he left. He left me hot and heavily fucking bothered. The rest of the day was spent checking out other properties to bring in while updating them to our website. When it was time to clear out and head home, Chevy and I were the last to leave. I met her up front as she cleaned up and turned some of the lights out. After she slung her Hermes bag over her shoulder, she led me to the door. To my surprise, Ledge and Frequency were parked at the curb. They were leaned against Ledge’s Mercedes sharing a blunt as we exited our building.
“Oh, curbside service.” Chevy purred, beaming brightly at her man as he took a tug of the blunt.
He cut his eyes at me, never happy with my presence. By now I was able to ignore his ass, and my attention was on Frequency anyway as his hooded gaze lingered over me appreciatively.
“Me like.” Chevy went on.
Ledge passed the blunt to Frequency and he grabbed it between his two fingers and took a drag. He opened the passenger door for me, and I realized that Deviance was parked behind his car, watching us all. Nodding to the passenger’s seat, Frequency blew smoke from his mouth and I huffed before waving to Chevy and climbing inside.
“Later girl. I’ll catch you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Harbor.” She hopped into the car and Ledge closed the door behind her.
“I’ll catch up to you later, bro.” Ledge nodded to Frequency and got in his whip.
Frequency did the same, and when he settled in his seat, I didn’t bother glancing his way. He took another pull from the blunt, pushed his car to start and maneuvered from the curb well above the limit down the street. The Audi was known for its speed, and he seemed to be pushing the limit tonight. Opening the sunroof, he let the wind carry the smoke away and it ripped through my hair. I tossed my head back into the seat and let the sounds of DMX’sI Can Feel Itflow through my ears.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life
Hold on, hold on
The best of y’all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped a nigga from going under
Lock
“So, how was your day?” Alba asked, wolfing down mashed potatoes as we sat outside on the dock of the seafood restaurant we decided to have dinner at.
Most of my time was spent thinking about Harbor and seeing her. Shit felt like it was just my imagination, and then the scent of her as she passed me invaded me again. It brought back a sea of memories, bringing back the time we spent getting to know each other, and me falling in love with her.
My mind wasn’t focused, so Alba was basically having a conversation with herself. She had a nice spread of food in front of her too: steak, shrimp, salad and biscuits. Harbor had shaken a nigga down for the day so my appetite was nonexistent. I reached for my drink and sipped while staring across the table at her.
“Are you even listening to me?” She snapped.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I found a house,” I conveyed, and she stared back at me with interest, both brows lifting.
“You did?”
“Yeah. I thought we could go and look at it, maybe early next week?” I suggested. “It’s just what we have been looking for.”
