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“Hell yes and with him too.”
“Where is he?”
“Still up there, probably handling himself. He definitely wanted to fuck but I said no.” She reaches for my glass and pours a few cubes of ice into her mouth. “Let’s be clear, I’m going to fuck him, just not tonight. I felt his dick through his jeans while I was on his lap. He has what it takes.” She laughs and I smirk.
“Your crazy ass.”
“I’m just telling the truth.” After eating the last cubes in my cup she asks, “You ready to go? I’m so satisfied; I can climb in my bed and sleep like a baby.”
“Yes. I’m ready. Let me order the iDrive and get our check.” I spot our server and when our eyes lock, I motion for her to come over. “Can you please get our tab?” I ask her.
She nods then taps something on her handheld. “It’s taken care of,” she says after a swipe up the screen. “Yes. Paid for already. Cash.”
“Cash? Who paid for it?”
“Probably my vamp,” Shae says but I have a feeling it was Noab.
“It was paid at the bar. I can ask,” our server says.
“No. It’s okay. Did they tip you?” I ask.
“The cash definitely covers the drink and my tip but a girl won’t say no to more,” she says, then smiles.
“Can I tap a tip?”
“You sure can,” she says, then turns the handheld in my direction. After I choose twenty percent and pay, she checks the screen. “Thanks.”
I order our iDrive, then look at Shae. Her ass is still smiling, basking in the aftermath of her encounter.
“How long before it gets here?”
“There are several in the area, so six minutes. Let’s start to walk out; it’s thick as hell in here,” I suggest and we stand.
We make our way through the crowd and out the door, barely waiting a minute for our ride, a black Nissan, to pull up. Shae slides into the back seat first and I follow. The driver confirms the ride then pulls off. As he drives back to Shae’s, my cell rings. It’s Langston. It’s almost two and I know he’s looking for me. Ready to tell him I’m staying with Shae tonight, I answer.
“Yes.”
“Yes? E, it’s two o’clock in the fucking morning. When are you coming home?” he asks.
“It’s late. I’m going to crash at Shae’s.”
“I’m up. Come home.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you home.”
“I want to be happy,” I fire back. “I need some space. I might just stay here through the weekend.”
“But you’re not going to leave me though, right?” he asks and all of my grand plans to stay with Shae seem to evaporate.
“Right,” I utter, even though it feels like bile on my tongue.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Then I’m coming to get you.”
“I drove.”
