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“Well, we better get going,” Lydia says briskly. “The show is about to start. It was great seeing you, MarSell.”
“Yeah, you too, beautiful.” I lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Again, congrats on all of your success.”
She smiles, waves goodbye to Marika, as J-Smooth quickly grabs her hand and whisks her toward the auditorium.
My forehead creases as they walk off.
“Wow, that felt awkward,” Marika says, arching a brow. “What was that all about?”
“C’mon, let’s go to our seats,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “It doesn’t even matter.”
She squeezes my hand as we stroll down the red-carpeted aisle. I lean in her ear and tell her how beautiful she looks, and how much I love her.
She smiles, then whispers out the corner of her mouth. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I groan low, letting my hand slide over her ass as we take our seats in the front row. I get settled in my seat, draping an arm along the back of Marika’s chair. When I glance over my shoulder, I catch J-Smooth seated in the third row over in the next section, staring at me behind his shades. He gives me a head nod.
Carlos’ voice replays in my head. “I had to check this muhfucka for coming out of pocket. The muhfucka was talking real slick…”
“Niggah mad ’cause his shit got dropped…”
THIRTY-TWO
Marika
“Girrrrrl, so how was it?”
I dab the corners of my mouth with my linen napkin. “How was what?”
Jasmine scoffs. “Monaco, girl?” We’re in Midtown finishing up an early dinner at Megu, a Japanese restuarant in the city. Unfortunately, I enjoy coming here more so for the décor and ambiance than its menu. The overly priced food is okay. But since Jasmine enjoys chic, trendy restaurants, here we sit.
Jasmine called me earlier stating she’d be in the city and wanted to meet for early drinks and a bite to eat. Besides, we haven’t talked in a few weeks so catching up in person instead of over the phone is always nice.
I run a hand through my hair, swiping curls from my face. “We’ve been back over a week, and I’m already ready to go back. It was fabulous.”
“I’m so jealous.”
I wave her on. “Girl, please. You and…” My voice trails off. I squint. Take in the beautiful woman who has walked into the restaurant wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans and an off-the-shoulder blouse. I blink. “Oh, for the love of God!” I hiss looking over at the table she’s being seated at in disbelief. I blink again as she has the goddamn audacity to sit directly facing in my direction. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“What?” Jasmine asks, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of my glare.
I shake my head. “Girl, nothing. Anyway…like I was saying, if you really wanted to go out to Monte Carlo, with all of Steve’s connections, he would have made it happen. And you know MarSell could have gotten you seats.”
I take a deep breath. Will my eyes on Jasmine, instead of across the room, where I can feel this bitch’s eyes on me.
Why the hell is this bitch here…? She has to be stalking me.
“I’m ready to get out of here.”
Jasmine gives me a confused look. “Why? Wait. You know her or something?”
Yeah. Real well. Marcel and I fucked her. “Not really.”
Jasmine tilts her head. “Well, whoever she is. She must have really gotten under your skin. You should see your face.”
I glance up at one of the giant lamp pillars, willing myself in my seat. But when the bitch winks and gives me a four-finger wave, smirking, I snatch my napkin from off my lap, tossing it up on the table, and quickly standing up. “I’ll be right back,” I say to Jasmine.
She eyes me as I stalk my way over to her table. “Hello, Marika,” she says, smiling. “Surprise seeing you here. You look wonderful.”
