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“You will.”
“Are you ready now? It’s a two-drink minimum if you are sitting at the bar.” She came back, and her attitude had escalated.
“See, let’s go because I refuse to have anybody with a bad spirit serve me anything.”
“You got that, baby.” Prince rose while we both ignored her presence. We walked out the door again, and his phone rang again.
“For somebody that doesn’t get a lot of calls, you get a lot whenever we are together,” I snapped, folding my arms as we stood on the concrete in front of the restaurant. That shit was so triggering to me.
“Tell me what happened.”
I snapped my head around. He didn’t have to clarify his question, and something so deeply personal should not have been asked publicly. A couple walked past us into the door. With no need to ask, I still uttered the words.
“What are you talking about?”
“Apparently, I have some walls to break down. Lucky for us both, I don’t have a problem doing so. What happened? He wasn’t trustworthy.”
That made me speed-walk to his car. We were not about to talk about my embarrassment out in the open. I was in the car in the passenger seat before he even walked two steps. The frown on his face was stated when he got in the car.
“Don’t frown up at me, Prince. You don’t ask someone that shit around people.”
“You need to stop touching doors around me. Be mad all you want, but in my presence, there are things I am responsible for doing, no matter what your feelings may be. I wasn’t disrespectful to you in the least bit. You are the one acting crazy. Is it gone be like that every time my phone rings?” He spoke with an extreme calm and that shit triggered me even further. I was so used to the back and forth and it was clear to me that Prince was not the type to do it.
“Prince, I already told you what it was. I don’t give a fuck who calls your phone or who you fuck in your spare time. You keep trying to push something I clearly don’t want. Take me home!”
It pissed me off even further because this nigga didn’t flinch.
“So now you don’t hear me?” I fumed with my arms folded.
“I’m trying to figure out who the hell you're talking to. It can’t be me. You let that nigga fuck your head up. You can’t even see that you are worth every requirement you have, but to be honest, that shit ain’t my problem, Le. The problem is I fucking like that shit. It makes me want to tame your ass. It makes me want to close your mouth and gag yo ass until you learn who the fuck I am. The more you talk crazy the more you will have to beg for pleasure. But, see, that was the mistake I made last time, and I’m not doing it again. I don’t care how I feel about you. You won’t talk to me crazy. Ever. Respect is non-negotiable both ways.”
I pulled my lip between my teeth as tears sprang to my eyes. It was so many emotions. My pussy tingled while he tugged on my heartstrings. There was so much control in his voice. Noelevation or name-calling. Then I started to put together the things he was saying and excitement flooded me.
“Last time?” I choked out.
“We all have a past,” he answered flatly.
“He was cheating on me. I mean, that was clear, but a few days ago, I found out he married someone else less than a week after he proposed to me,” I spoke softly. Just thinking of it made me so disgusted with myself that I wasted so many damn years. “That would fuck anybody’s head up. I was with this man for damn near twelve years, and he just spit in my fucking face.”
I turned my face to the window as I felt the tears come. I had been thinking about all the failed pregnancies and how I would never be enough for anyone else, and he would still do me like that. I was lifted out of my seat and onto his lap. Prince could never look bad, but the way his face was contorted, I could see his displeasure.
“I know you ain’t fucking crying over this nigga.”
“These tears are not for him.” I pushed against his chest and he locked both his hands on my hips so that I couldn’t move. His erection throbbed underneath me while the seat of my panties was holding on for dear life.
“Who are they for then?”
“Me.”
“Then dry them the fuck up because yo’ life ain’t over. I’m not minimalizing what you went through but fuck that. That’s your past and I’m going to show you everything you need to see so you won’t have to take my word for it.”
“I’m sorry, Prince. I just don’t know if I’m capable. I’m too fuckin’…”Broken.That was the word I was looking for but couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. I was fucked up, and I hidbehind so much to mask my real feelings. I wasn’t out of touch in the least bit about where I was in my life but I truly didn’t know how to change. How to take my guard down to see if someone new could love me. Could anyone love someone like me? A murderer. A stripper who couldn’t bear the next generation.
“You don’t need to be capable, Le. All you have to do is make a choice.” He locked eyes with me. I nodded. Small conversations with Prince could leave me exhausted simply from the emotions he pulled from me so quickly. His hands dropped and I tried to take that opportunity to move. My hands once again pushed against his firm chest. My pelvis raised a few inches before his right hand found my neck and I slammed back against him. That shit felt so damn good my eyes rolled in the back of my head. When my eyes fluttered open his lips crashed against mine. Heat flooded my body like a sauna. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move my arms to clutch onto him, I didn’t grind my hips. Not a damn thing. All I could do was feel and damn did I.
“Oh my God. I want you so fucking bad, Prince,” I spoke breathlessly as he broke our connection. Shame couldn’t hold my words.
“Now that we have established a standard of communication, the next time you feel the need to talk crazy, just know that pussy gone be the one to pay. Let’s get you home.” He released me. I sat there cursing myself for even mentioning home. Hell, at this point I could’ve changed my address to his from the way he just handled me.
