Page 26 of Trading In A Broken Heart

“You’re gorgeous as hell,” he spoke as he admired her. All I could think about was stabbing him in both eyes with this butter knife so he wouldn’t be able to look at what belonged to me anymore.

Solei’s eyes cut to me. She probably noticed the fury burning in me, because a smirk crept on her face. She then turned back around to where the guy sat. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.”

The bastard grinned. “Not too bad?”

“Don’t let it go over your head,” she replied.

“Too late. A beautiful woman just complimented me.”

Solei laughed.

My grip tightened around the glass in my hand.

“So, are you from around here?” he questioned her.

“Unfortunately.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Why?”

“Because if I lived here, I’d probably spend all my time trying to take you out.”

“Trying?”

“Well, I’d have to convince you first.”

“And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

“Because you’ve smiled at me three times already.”

The glass in my hand shattered. I dropped the shards onto the table.

“Savion!” Ma shrilled. She grabbed a napkin and placed it into my palm, applying pressure.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t seem very talkative.”

Solei glanced toward me. That was when I realized she wasn’t even wearing her fucking ring. Bet.

“He’s not,” she responded with a smile.

“Good.”

Her brow lifted to her hairline. “Why is that good?”

“Means I don’t have much competition.”

Competition? Who the fuck did this nigga think he was? I stared at him, and he grinned.

The coroner gon’ be smiling, too, when I drop his ass on that table.

Grabbing my phone, I went to my text messages.

Me: I got another one coming your way.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and kept my eye on the mufucka that thought he was gon’ steal my shit from directly underneath me.

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