Page 76 of Dare You to See Me
The blood drains from my face when I see Wesley standing there with a drink in his hand. He’s dressed in his usual chinos, button up shirt and loafers and I’m not at all surprised that this is basically his uniform. Usually this is what I would love to see a man in. Hell, Malik wears something similar while at school. But I’ve grown a fondness for his black jeans and black shirt and black boots that he always changes into as soon as he can.
Plus, it doesn’t help that Wesley looks like an absolute douche who doesn’t understand the wordno. It’s apparent by the number of times I’ve declined his proposals but he just keeps asking.
“Hello Wesley. How are you?” It’s difficult for me to be rude, so I opt for politeness.
“Well my night just got immensely better. Mind if we join you?” He doesn’t waitforan answer before sitting down right next to me, causing me to glue myself to the wall.
What I didn’t notice was his equally douchey friend who was standing behind him who now sits comfortably next to Kyle with his arm thrown over the back.
“Oh I’m sorry. Did I invite you into my space?” She tells him, not the least bit polite. “Please take your Axe using ass and scoot over.”
I bring my water to my mouth to hide my smile. Sometimes I question my friendship with that woman. But most days, I’m so grateful forher.
“I’m Wesley Collier.” He reaches out to Kyle, introducing himself to a woman who couldn’t give two flying fucks.
“I’ve heard of you, Weasley Collier. Kyle.” I don’t know if he quite got what she said, but I sure as shit did.
“And this is my friend, Jaco–”
“Doesn’t matter. Don’t care.” She picks up her highball glass and sucks the last of her drink through the tiny straw.
When she’s done, she lifts the glass and catches our waitress's attention, shaking it and asking for another. Our waitress smiles, having already made friends with her, and walks off to fill her order.
She returns with a fresh gimlet for Ky and an ice cold water for me. She winks at us both then looks skeptically from man to man.
“Hey sweetheart, we’ll take two more Sammies.” Wesley picks up his bottle then clunks it back on the table.
She looks from me to Kyle and we both give her the eye that saysplease help us. She stands back, her hands crossed over her chest and a smirk across her face.
“Are you both guests of Mr. Dare?” she asks them.
Wesley, thinking he’s being slick, says, “We got a personal invite. So whenever you can, two more.”
She narrows her eyes and nods her head then struts off.
“What’s with her?Are you guests of Mr. Dare?Just because he’s the owner doesn’t mean we can’t be here. We’re paying customers. That thug should be happy people even bother to come here.”
My eyes grow large and I gulp down a ball of fear while Kyle simply laughs.
“Thatthugis a millionaire who doesn’t need two dollars from you to be happy.” Danté comes walking up just at that moment and sends Wesley into a deathly shade of pale.“I don’t think you were invited to sit here. Was he ladies?”
Wesley opens his mouth and says, “yes,” while Kyle blurts out, “abso-fucking-lutely not.”
“Let me fill you in on something. This is my personal table that I reserve for wanted guests. And Soleil and Kyle are my guests. You two are not. Now, I will tell you nicely once, and one time only, get thefuckout of my table. You’re bothering my girl,” he winks at Kyle, both knowing it isn’t true but sending a message. “And my brother’s girl. I’d hate to have to call him and let him know you’re intruding on their girls night. He’s almost as crazy a fucker as I am when it comes to our women.”
Wesley’s ears are red and his nostrils flare with silent anger. But I bet my whole damn life he won’t say one word to Danté. He sniffs, slams the rest of his beer back, and worms his way out of the booth.
“Isn’t your brother Malik Dare?” He asks Danté.
“He is. So is Hendrix. You know, the one who probably fixes your shitty ass car. Remember that.”
Wesley’s friend stands, having not said one word the entire interaction, and slides past Danté. Wesley flattens his palms on the table and leans in the slightest bit.
“Isn’t that interesting? You’re dating his brother.”
“Yes. One of them, as he has two.” My annoyance for this man has reached its boiling point.
“Right. But your daughter’s teacher is Malik Dare. Who showed up at the park a few weeks back? Malik Dare, who is constantly asking you for ‘help’ at school? Malik Dare, who gets mighty upset when Italk to you? Malik. Dare.” My body shakes but I clench my jaw from making that visible. “Interesting, indeed. Have a good night, Soleil.”
