Page 11 of Gotta Jones For Ya
“You don’t think I know you got your own money? Still not gon’ stop me from showin’ you what’s up wit’ me.” She blinked but didn’t say shit. Again. And I loved the fuck outta her for it.
Chapter Six
I should’ve never let this man in my apartment. Should’ve never let him stay the night. Should’vedefinitelynever let him bring my breakfast and plan an entire “day for me” like we really go together. There was no doubt in my mind that Knuck was crazy. Certifiable. And yet… There I was, riding shotgun in his truck, trying to keep my damn pussy from throbbing. I was in his world, following his lead.
The boutique was small and exclusive with clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I’d barely made it through the door before his hand was on my lower back, guiding me through like he owned it.
“You gon’ let me pick somethin’ for you?” he asked, already walking toward a rack of dresses.
“No,” I said, but my voice had no backbone. “I’m just looking.”
He glanced over his shoulder, lips curled into that cocky-ass smirk. “That’s cute. You gon’ be tryin’ shit on, baby.” I tried to pretend I didn’t hear the sales associate giggle. Knuck pulled a wine-colored dress from the rack, held it up, and looked at me like it was already on my body. It dipped low in the front and was short as hell. “Try this.”
“Can’t I—”
“Nyomi.” His tone dropped, soft but firm. “Just try it on.” I rolled my eyes, but something in me warmed at the way he said my name. So I went into the dressing room, put on the damn dress, and came out to have his eyes swallow me whole. “Damn,” he said under his breath, shaking his head. “You just got my dick hard as fuck.”
Heat crawled up my chest, but I kept my chin up. “It’s a little revealing.”
“Good. Ain’t nobody else gon’ be lookin’ at you but me anyway.”
“Keon—”
He waved a hand. “We’ll take it. And three more in her size but different colors.”
I stepped back. “Now you're doing too much.”
He leaned close, whispering in my ear, “Relax and let me do me.”
After that, we headed to a nice rooftop restaurant, and my stomach growled upon entrance. He walked me in like I washis, like I was supposed to be there, and that confidence did something wicked to my insides. Before we sat, he pulled my chair out. Before I could speak, he ordered my drink: a mango mojito, no mint, extra cold.
My brows lifted. “How do you know I don’t like mint?”
“You posted in your story about it like a month ago. Some waitress had you fucked up,” he said, not even looking up from the menu.
I blinked. “You remember that?”
He glanced up now, eyes locked with mine. “I remember everything ‘bout you, baby.” My stomach flipped.Chill, girl. Don’t melt. He’s missing a few screws.But the moment sat with me even after Knuck ordered us both the surf and turf. He leaned back, eyes still on me. “So what’s up wit’ you? What you do for fun?”
I snorted. “Fun? I’m a slave for my eyelash line, you know this. Aside from that, I pay bills, link with my girls occasionally, and be disappointed by niggas. That count?”
He frowned. “Damn. That’s the saddest shit I ever heard.”
I laughed despite myself. “I’m just saying, I don’t be outside like that. Every once in a while, I step out. I do like art shows, food trucks and good music. I got a skincare obsession and I read smutty books by Thee Tasha Marie when I’m feeling spicy.”
Knuck raised a brow. “Smutty books, huh?”
“Don’t start.”
“Nah, I love it,” he said, leaning forward. “So you nastyanda bookworm.”
The way he looked at me just then? My thighs clenched under the table, and heknew it. “But what about you?” I asked. “Besides crime, felonies, and excessive dick-slinging, what do you do for fun?”
He barked a laugh. “You wrong for that, baby. I’m not that nigga anymore. I dibble and dabble wit’ the drug shit, but mostlyjust collect. I’m a businessman now. Own a car dealership back in East Hollis.”
That shocked me. He never posted pictures in reference to that on social media. Judging from his crazy ways, appearance, and slang, I would have guessed Knuck was just another thug. I sipped my drink, eyeing him curiously. “So what’s your obsession with women you barely know? Threatening folks over them and taking them shopping?”
He grinned. “I’m really tryna get to know you, Nyomi. Aside from that good pussy.”
