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I cut through the niceties, getting right to the point. “What are you doing here? Following me?”
She laughs. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” She glances around the restaurant, lowering her voice. “Yes, you were definitely good in bed. Not as good as my papi, though. But you’re definitely in my top five Clit Lickers category. And you know how to work a strap-on like no other.”
I cringe.
“Still, last I checked, this was a public place, so why would I be following you?”
She tilts her head.
I place a hand up on my hip. “Well, that’s what I’d like to know.”
“If I were going to stalk anyone, sweetie. I’d be stalking that fine-ass husband of yours. After all, he’s the one with the real dick. And big at that.”
“You have some serious issues, hon.”
She glares at me. “I’m not your hon. So do us both a favor and run along or you’ll be the one with the issues.”
I shoot her an incredulous look, trying to keep my tone even. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
She flashes a smug smile, then tosses me a dismissive wave. “Look. I’m here to have a delicious meal and enjoy the ambiance. We’re not friends, remember? Nor will we ever be. You made that perfectly clear. So go back over to your table. Leave me to my own dining experience. And stop letting your imagination get the best of you.”
I stare at her, hard. Then arch a brow. “Good day. Enjoy your meal.”
“You do the same,” she says acidly. Then she says, as I’m turning on my heel to walk away, “Tell my papi I said I miss him. Me and mi coño.”
The bitch starts laughing and it takes everything in me not to snatch her glass of water from off the table and toss it in her face. She smirks. “Relax, mami. I’m only teasing. He’ll be all mine in time.”
My face flushes with anger. “In your fucking dreams,” I hiss.
“And, oh, what sweet dreams they are.”
My nostrils flare, indignation flashing in my glare. I walk off, annoyed; yet relieved she hadn’t raised her voice at any point.
“What was that all about?” Jasmine asks, eyeing me the minute I return to our table. “Who is that?”
I huff, taking my seat and signaling for the waiter to bring the check. I clench my teeth. “Some psychopath bitch.”
She blinks. Shakes her head. “Wait a minute. Name-calling. Dropping the B-bomb at another woman. Oh, it must be serious. What’s the deal?”
I pull out my compact. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” I glide a fresh coat of lipstick over my lips, then snap my compact shut, tossing it back in my purse.
The bitch is eyeing me.
I glower over in her direction. Then roll my eyes.
“Where the fuck is our check,” I mutter.
“Ooh, now the f-bomb. Oh, she’s really bad news, then. Do I need to take off my jewels and tie my hair up in a knot?” She starts sliding off her diamonds, slipping them into her purse.
I can’t help but laugh. “Girl, no. She’s annoyingly harmless.”
Jasmine glances back at her. “Well, who is she?”
I sigh. Then hold a finger up at her. “Not a word. But I think she’s stalking me.”
“What? Why?” I pull out my wallet. Jasmine stops me. “Oh, no. My treat. Now tell me who this heifer in back of me is before I go over there and introduce her to a hometown ass whooping.”
“No, that won’t be necessary.” I lean in and whisper, “She wants MarSell.”
