Page 16 of The Heart of a Capricorn
The two of them disappeared, so I pulled out my phone to keep myself occupied.
“She’s a good one.”
I jumped a little when Janae came up behind me.
“Yeah, she is. We’ve known each other since college, but life happened. We just reconnected the other day,” I informed her.
“It was meant to be then. I don’t know much about her, but something in my spirit tells me she’s good for you. I’m going to disappear unless she needs me, but she has a few things to work with. I need to check on my husband.” Janae patted my shoulder, then walked away.
A second later, Lyric emerged from the dressing room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked toward me.
“You like?” She did a slow spin, and my dick twitched.
I stood from the chair and closed the space between us. I put my hands on her hips and kept them there. I wanted to hug her, but I needed to take in the dress up close.
“Like? Does it come in multiple colors? Gotdamn.” I bit my bottom lip as I stood back a little to look at her again.
Lyric giggled.
I loved the confidence she exuded. The word insecure wasn’t in Lyric’s vocabulary.
The dress was the same red color as her hair. It dipped down in the front, showing her ample cleavage. It hugged her every curve and stopped a few inches above the knee.
A twinge of jealousy hit me because Lyric wasn’t my girl, and she could potentially wear that dress with someone else.
“It does come in multiple colors.”
“Get one in every color it comes in.” I dropped my hands from her hips and circled her like a lion does its prey. I stopped in front of her. “I can’t tell you what to do, but please don’t wear this dress with another nigga.”
She laughed, but I wasn’t joking. Her laughter stopped when she noticed the seriousness in my face.
“Real shit, Lyric. This dress and any other color of this dress are reserved for me only.”
“Okay, Chauncey.” She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was a woman of her word. “I have some other stuff to try on.”
Before she could walk away, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. I lowered my head and kissed her lips. “Thank you.” I kissed her again, then released her.
I sat back down and watched her until she disappeared. Lyric didn’t know it yet, but she wouldn’t get an opportunity to wear any of the shit she got for another dude. She was going to be mine.
After multiple dresses and outfits, Lyric and I left the boutique with my hands full of bags. She and Janae exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other.
“I really can’t believe you did all of this.” Lyric gushed as we walked down the street.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to put that smile on your face.”
Her hand was in mine, while I carried the bags in my other hand. I spotted Lyric’s coworker from the bar, and I prayed she went the other way, but I didn’t have such luck.
“Hey, Chauncey,” she spoke as she approached.
I felt Lyric’s hand tighten around mine.
“What’s good?”
The chick glanced at Lyric, then back at me. She smirked when she noticed our connected hands.
“What are you doing with her?” She curled her lip in disgust. “I thought we could pick up where we left off.”
Lyric let my hand go and stepped in front of me. “Bi”
