Page 13 of His Aries Heiress
That threw her for a loop. Not many men asked about zodiac signs. She lifted a brow up. “I’m an Aries.”
His eyes lifted from his phone in shock. “Bullshit.”
“I swear. Why?”
“So am I. That means ya birthday just passed. When was it?”
For a second, she smiled, but then she remembered what her birthday meant now, and tears filled her eyes as she muttered, “April 19th.”
She noticed the small tilt of his head as he watched her. If there was a way to master hiding her emotions, she wished she could learn it. Thankfully, he didn’t question her.
“Mine’s April 15th. You must be one of the last days of Aries.”
She nodded. “The last day.”
“Barely made it,” he joked. He actually joked with her. That was wild to her. He seemed so intense the day before. This man sure was hot and cold. She wondered if she would be around him long enough to figure him out. That thought sent her down another spiral. She didn’t know what her plan was for that night or going forward in general. She had to figure something out quickly.
“We’re here,” Goldie said as he let down the partition.
Cassydie snapped out of her thoughts and looked around. They were in a modest neighborhood with cookie cutter homes. This neighborhood reminded her of the one she grew up in, and another bout of sadness hit her.
“Come on,” Marcellus said as he opened the door. She slid out on his side since it was closest to the curb, and he held his hand out to help her, a gesture she hadn’t expected from him.
“You seem like you’re in a good mood today,” she commented as they walked up the steps to a cream-colored home.
He shrugged. “I’m tryin’. I ain’t really the type to be in good moods, but Tato needs me. I’m just doin’ what Grim would want me to do.”
His voice cracked slightly as he said the last part. Without thinking, Cassydie grabbed his hand just as he knocked on the door.
He looked down at their intertwined hands and then into her eyes. They stared at one another for a long moment, something passing between them that made Cassydie’s insides flutter.
The door snatched open, snapping her attention to the woman standing in the doorway.
“Sup, Nicole? Tato ready?” Marcellus asked.
The woman didn’t look happy. She crossed her arms as her eyes dropped down to their hands. Cassydie tried to pull away from him, but he held onto her hand tightly.
“Who this bitch?”
All empathy Cassydie may have felt for this woman went right out the door. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused, bitch. I was speaking to my man.”
Cassydie’s eyes bugged, and her temper flared. Her free hand balled into a fist, and she was about to reach back and cock it, but Marcellus grabbed her waist and pulled her into him.
“You gotta chill wit’ that shit, shorty. I ain’t ever been ya man.”
The light-skinned beauty propped her hands on her hips and cut her eyes at him. “I been breakin’ you off with this good pussy for years. Now all of a sudden, we don’t go together? That shit don’t matter, Cell?”
He shook his head, and Cassydie glimpsed the tired man with short patience from the night before. “Nah, it don’t, and it never did. You know that. Where Tato at?”
“He’s inside, but I’m tryna figure out who this bit?—”
“Say it again,” Cassydie said nonchalantly.
A major fact about her was she never lost a fight, and she’d been in many. It came with the territory of going to public school with ugly bitches who felt threatened by her beauty. Cassydie could be the nicest girl a person had ever met, but she could also be their worst nightmare. It was up to them to choose the version of her they got.
“What?” Nicole had to be stunned by Cassydie’s calm tone if she was at such a loss for words all she could think was to ask Cassydie to repeat herself—something she never did.
