Page 4 of Seek & Destroy

“I love you too, baby.”

I hung up the phone and placed it back in my fanny pack. Grabbing some more towels, I walked over to him as he looked up from his phone and smiled.

“I didn’t want to be rude to your coworker, but I would like it if you were the one to help me out.”

“Well, I usually don’t do pedicures, but I’ll make an exception this one time,” I lied.

“That’ll make me very happy—especially since I’m trying to shoot my shot.”

I blushed slightly.

“Oh really? Well, you better not miss.” I flirted as I sat on the stool to do his pedicure.

Some odd hours later,I found myself extremely intrigued by Kwame Wiles. Our conversation flowed freely, and I found out that he not only was a silent partner for the Pistons basketball team, but he was also a trust fund kid. He was single, had a home out in Cadillac, Michigan, but stayed in Farmington Hills to be closer to work. Once I was done with his manicure, he had to take a call, which prompted him to leave immediately without so much as a goodbye or his phone number. I was kind of mad about that, but I didn’t let it get to me. My plate was too full trying to juggle the men I had anyway.

“Y’all looked real cozy over there. Is he the next Mr. Simms?” Tania asked me as we prepared to close the shop.

“Esa’s ass would be a fool to play that fine ass man!” Hanna yelled from the back of the shop.

“How the hell you hear her from all the way back there? Nosy ass!” I yelled as I laughed. “And he isn’t the next anything because I didn’t even get his number.”

Tania looked at me with shock in her eyes. “What? I thought for sure you got them digits the way y’all were over there cackling.”

“Well, that’s the thing. I don’t pay ya nosy behind to think.”

“Bitch, you don’t pay me at all!” she exclaimed, handing me her booth rent as we laughed. “Are we still hitting Tropicana tonight?”

“Yes! I need a drink or five!” I told her just as the bell chimed again. I cleaned my station and put my things away.

“We’re closed,” I announced, looking up and seeing Chris standing there looking good as fuck.

“That’s perfect. I thought I was going to have to drag you out of this place,” he said with a smirk on his handsome face.

I smiled while walking over to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, baby.”

“I got a surprise for you. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Let me get my bag, and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded then turned to leave. Once he was out the door, I finished cleaning my station, grabbed my purse, and told the ladies to lock up.

Chris was standing by his Maserati with the door already opened for me. I climbed in and got settled, hoping that tonight wouldn’t be Chris’s last night with me. I asked him to buy me a car three weeks ago, and he had yet to deliver. So, if this surprise wasn’t that, then his days of being with me were over. And I’d hate it too because I was actually starting to like him a little bit.

We drove for about thirty minutes until we ended up at his high-rise downtown. I could slowly feel myself getting irritated because I wasn’t trying to stay in tonight. It was Friday, and I had been working all week. I just wanted to go out and have some fun.

“I see the way you’re looking right now, and I promise we’ll only be here for a second,” he told me, pulling into the parking garage. He pulled up next to a pretty cherry red Range Rover Sport with black rims on it. I was secretly lusting over the truck because red and black were my favorite colors.

“I need to shower. I also want to go out tonight because I’ve been working hard all week and need a drink or two,” I told him, breaking my stare down with the Rover.

“I got you, baby. Just come on.”

He got out of the car and walked to my side, opening the door for me. I stepped out as he trapped me between the door and placed both of his hands on my cheeks. When I saw him coming in for a kiss, I turned my head as his lips landed on my cheek. He frowned at me, and I felt bad, but Mama always told me to never kiss a man in the mouth. It was too intimate and gave off the wrong impression.

“You know…If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t attracted to me. It’s been six months, and all you’ve ever given me was a kiss on the cheek. What’s up with that?”

“It’s not that. I just don’t kiss. It doesn’t mean I like you any less. I’m very much attracted to you…Hell, I even gave you a blow job, and that’s something I rarely ever do, so don’t think of it like that, baby. You know I fuck with you the long way,” I told him, rubbing my hand up his shaft. He seemed to have bought my reason as he smirked at me.

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