Page 29 of He Snatched My Soul

“You lucky I like you and you're fine as fuck.” He shook his head. He placed one of his lamb chops on my plate, and immediately, I cut into the tender meat and placed it into my mouth. It was like an explosion of flavor that hit my taste buds and made me dance in my seat.

“Damn, baby. You don’t get that happy when I’m about to give you this dick.”

“You know what, I’m not even going to respond to that,” I replied and continued to eat my food. I was getting used to Jamian’s bluntness. He didn’t care what came out of his mouth. I learned that from the night we first met.

As Jamian and I enjoyed our meal, we made small talk about the soft opening next week. I was so hyped. I couldn’t wait tosee how everything turned out. The night was for sure going to be epic. Jamian said that I was doing too much for one day, but people paid a lot of money for a membership. To not show them a welcoming, grand time was unacceptable. Not only does the resort offer rooms for guests who just want to gamble and enjoy the amenities of the hotel, but Armstrong Hotel and Casino also offers special rooms for those who have a bit of a kinky side and like to indulge in a little BDSM in private. It’s going to be a night to remember.

A bottle and a half of champagne later, Jamian and I ended our date. He paid the check before escorting me back inside so we could leave. With his hands protectively on the small of my back, Jamian led us through the sea of people to the entrance when something, or rather someone, caught my attention. Sitting at a table near the entrance was none other than my ex, Greg. The restaurant lights were dim, but I knew for sure it was him.

I abruptly stopped in my tracks as my breathing elevated and my nostrils flared in anger and hurt. It’s been three years since the last time I saw Greg. Three years since he broke my heart by doing the unimaginable by fucking my best friend, then left me without closure. There were days I blamed myself for Greg cheating on me. I felt like maybe I pushed him away because of the long hours I put in at work. Perhaps I let my job come between what we were trying to build. But fuck that! If that was the case, he could have said something. I at least deserved an explanation. Right?

“You good, Juicy?” Jamian broke into my thoughts. “Do you know them?” he inquired when he noticed me staring at Greg and Talisha, sitting cozy as they enjoyed their meal. The more I stared, the angrier I got. My mind was telling me to keep it pushing and let the past go, but my feet obviously didn’t agree.When I approached the table, Talisha spotted me first. The bitch eyes widened bigger than the loose-ass dick suckers on her face.

“M-Modesty. H-Hey. How have you been?” This nigga-stealing hoe had the nerve to be shocked to see me. She had to know she’d run into me sooner or later.

“Modesty. What are you doing here?” Greg's voice grabbed my attention and I looked at him. I was prepared to lock eyes with him, but he was too busy lusting over my body to notice.

“Something wrong with your eyes, my nigga?” Jamian stepped in front of me, blocking Greg’s view.

“Um, no…” Greg stuttered.

“Then keep them shits on snaggletooth over there. Stop looking at my woman like you wanna fuck,” Jamian spoke calmly but firm. Hearing him claim me as his woman had me a little taken back, but I wasn’t going to correct him. Not at this moment, anyway.

“Damn, Modesty. I always knew you would get with a ghetto nigga from the hood. You're supposed to upgrade, boo-boo, like I did.” Talisha winked at me and flashed the big rock on her left finger. The look on Greg's face showed that he wasn’t pleased with her gloating about their infidelity in my face.

“Nah, bitch! You got my sloppy seconds!”

Whop!

Before I could stop myself, I cocked my hand back and brought it down across Talisha’s face. Blood immediately gushed from her nose as I repeatedly whaled on her. I was trying to rearrange the bitch face. I was unloading all the pent-up anger from the past three out on Talisha. She tried to swing back, but my hands were quicker. As soon as I went to wrap my hand around her fucked up ponytail to drag her ass, I was being hoisted up in the air, breathing like a madwoman while Talisha sat crying. Greg hopped up and assisted her with her bloody nose. I hope the shit was broken!

“Chill, Juicy, before these folks call the people on us.”

Modesty was wildly flaring her arms, kicking and cursing as I walked across the parking lot where our ride was parked.

“Let me go! I ain’t done with that hoe!” Modesty shouted.

The driver hopped out of the truck when he saw me walk up. I told him I had it while I tried to keep Modesty’s feisty ass from getting free. As soon as I got the door opened, I placed her down on her feet and pinned her against the truck, smashing my lips with hers. She tried to resist, but I kept kissing her no matter how much she tried to fight it. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, she latched onto it, sucking it like a hungry newborn baby. We stood there kissing like horny teenagers. My dick began to brick up, so I eased back, leaving her breathless with her eyes closed.

“You good now?” I smirked, knowing that I got Layla Ali’s ass to calm down from just a kiss. Her eyes shot open, and a mug formed on her pretty face as she stared up at me.

“No, I’m not. I still want to go in there and finish what I started, and whip that nigga’s ass, too.” She was still mad.

“You did enough. Come, Layla Ali. They are probably gonna call the people. Let me hit up my boy, Jace. I know I’m gonna have to drop some bread to keep this shit on the hush,” I said as we climbed inside the truck.

Modesty was quiet on the ride back to the villa. Our date was going well until she saw her ex and his bitch. I didn’t blame her for putting shorty on her ass; she deserved that shit. Not only did you fuck your best friend nigga, you rub that shit in her face. And I didn't miss the way ol’ dude couldn’t keep his eyes off Modesty. I knew that look all too well. It’s the same look I get when I look at her fine thick ass. That nigga still has feelings. If I peeped it, I know his bitch did. My reaction might’ve been a bit different. A nigga like me probably would’ve killed my homie for going against the grain and for breaking the “bro code”. In my opinion, fucking your best friend’s bitch is a major no-no in my book. But on the flip side, I wondered did she still have feelings for the nigga?

“You straight, Juicy?” She didn’t answer, so I repeated my question. This time, she looked at me. Her eyes were red and wet with tears. Unbuckling her seatbelt, I lifted her into my lap so that she was straddling my waist. “Why are you crying, baby girl?” I thumbed at the tears that dropped from her eyes.

Modesty sniffled, dropping her head to her chest as she spoke. She told me how she found out that her nigga and best friend we’re fucking. “I was so hurt. I thought what we had was solid, you know? I was foolish to think that nothing could come in between us. What hurt the most was finding out it was with my best friend. Niggas cheat, I know. But my best friend? I feltlike such a fool, knowing they were doing this right up under my nose.” She buried her face in my chest as she sniffled. I gave her time to get her thoughts together before I spoke.

“Look at me, baby.” She did as I asked. When her wet, red eyes were on me, I couldn’t help but get lost in her beautiful face. Modesty’s urban skin always had this glow to it, like it was kissed by the sun daily.

“Yo’, I get that you are hurt, but make this the last time you question yourself or shed another tear for a nigga who didn’t value you, your heart, or your time. Now wipe your face.” I handed her some napkins from the tissue box in the cup holder.

“I know I must look like a fool, crying over something that happened three years ago.” She laughed nervously.

“Nah, you look like a beautiful goddess.” I bit my lip, gliding my finger between her supple breasts.

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