Page 2 of Love Sanctioned

“Nah, I’m good.” I shook my head and Junnie laughed. She knew me well enough to know I didn’t party with randoms because half the time I didn’t party at all. Tonight I was blowing off steam, and celebrating a win, something else I didn’t do often.

“What do you mean you’re good?” Stassi asked.

“Means she isn’t up for you bringing randoms to the section you didn’t pay for and neither am I. Sorry y’all, this isn’t that type of party,” Junnie responded.

Stassi rolled her eyes, about to respond, but a big butch type stood at the end of the other entrance to the section. His face was familiar. I knew exactly who he was and who had sent him.

“Ay, y’all are gonna have to move the fuck around. This ain’t that type of party.” Diablo’s voice was heavy and irritated, as he and his glasses had all of his attention on the two fools behind Stassi.

I shook my head and sat back in my seat. He didn’t want me yet would send big Debo types with shades on in the club to cock block. The audacity.

I had never been the type to play games or do all that heart warfare with a man. It was what it was and wasn’t what it wasn’t. I never forced anything, or begged a soul, but God he was different. He was everything my mother told me to steer clear of because he would undoubtedly break my heart. He was everything about Watertown that my father hated and everything I was drawn to. If I was correct in my ear hustling, Daddy hated him with a passion because he wasn’t from our world and didn’t want to be. Instead he was from his own world and made his own world work for him.

“Kars, Psy wants to see you in the office,” Diablo said after the dudes and Stassi had dispersed. It was just me and Junnie in the section, watching the next act go onto the stage. She was beautiful and a straight up performer.

“Tell him I’m good.” I didn’t even look at Diablo. I kept my eyes and attention ahead. One of us had to break this cycle.

“He ain’t gonna like that.”

“I don’t like a lot of shit, but that doesn’t change anything. Have a good night, Diablo.”

He laughed, then walked off. “Yeah, okay.”

When it was just me and Junnie, she busted up laughing. “So, let me get this straight, you want him to come out here and act up?”

“Nope. I want him to leave me alone.” I was lying, but it sounded good.

“No you don’t. You want him but you don’t want to share him.”

“Same thing.” My eyes went from Junnie to Stassi reentering the section with a round of drinks. I loved my girl, but she could drink a fish out of the tank.

Junnie laughed. “It isn’t but I understand. Which is why I said you need to decide what it is you really want from him. Because you cannot change nor grow a man up, Kars. He’s my cousin and all, but you’re my girl, so I’ma tell you how it is before I let you get hurt.”

I sighed, my eyes on the stage watching the performer. Then randomly, the music was cut, and everything grew quiet before a crisp voice cut through the space. Diablo’s voice filled the speakers of the venue.

“This is a message for Karsyn Curr in the VIP section. Psy said to make your way to that fucking office before he shuts all this shit down.”

My eyes momentarily bulged. I could not fucking believe him. I immediately cut my eyes to Junnie. She was cracking up laughing like this was funny.

“Ten seconds, Kars.” Diablo’s voice flowed through the speakers. Then, as if he wasn’t embarrassing enough, he started counting down.

“Nine…eight…seven.”

“Go see what he wants, Karsyn. I’ll be out here. And tell him I’m telling my auntie he’s acting like a bitch.” Junnie laughed, reaching for her drink.

Begrudgingly, I was on my feet by five and moving toward his office, which might I add was right fucking behind us, behind thick, two-sided glass. He was only part owner of this club, yet he had an office he barely used.

I didn’t bother knocking, but instead opened the door and walked in. What greeted me was him sitting against the crushed blue velvet sofa in dim lighting with a scowl plastered across his handsome face. Posydiann was the richest form of deep brown with warm russet undertones. His features were dangerously alluring. He had a strong, square jawline covered fully by his beard, with striking cheekbones and these deep, dark set, weighted eyes. They said the window to the soul was in the eyes, but Posydiann’s eyes were intentionally blank and always masking. His eyebrows were thick and always slightly drawn, adding to the intense naturally mugged up expression he always wore. He was a no-nonsense type of man who spoke less than most but made up for it in the almost genius-like thought process he possessed. His hair was cut into a crisp, old-school, low-cut fade, with waves running rampant. Posydiann Murphy was dangerously handsome, but deeply complex in a way that would have you up in the middle of the night pulling your eyelashes out one by one with tweezers.

“Since when do I tell you to come here and you don’t come?” His voice was every bit of pissed off, interrupting my mental tallying of his features.

I shook my head, then put my body against the door. I could barely hear the music that was back on outside the office. “God, you’re psycho. You know that, right?”

He nodded. “Nothing new. You knew that before you let me in.”

I shook my head and sighed. “What do you want from me, Posydiann?”

“Whatever you are willing to give me, Syn.”