Page 55 of When Love Becomes A Need
“Thanks, pretty girl. Laci, you can head out too,” I let her know.
She nodded at me and got her stuff together.
Isabella cleared her throat. Fatima giggled and pulled away from me. “Isabella, this is Ahmad. Ahmad, this is my best friend, Isabella.” I nodded at her.
“Nice to meet you.” Even though Fatima had told me a little about her and I’d seen her before, this was the first time we formally met.
Isabella grinned. “Likewise. It’s nice to meet the man thatfinallybroke down the walls around this one!”
“Bella,” Fatima whined.
I chuckled and pulled her into me. She rested her head against my chest. “I’m glad I was able to. Fatima’s too good not to let a nigga love her properly.” Fatima looked up at me with her mouth ajar. I looked down and kissed her lips.
“Aye, Ahmad, I’m about to head out.” Neal walked up to us and said but paused when he saw Isabella. “Damn, what’s yo name, beautiful?”
Isabella giggled while blushing. “Isabella.”
Neal bit down on his bottom lip. “How you doing, Isabella? I’m Neal.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it, causing me to shake my head.
“Your friend is funny,” Fatima whispered, giggling softly.
“Man, don’t pay him any attention.”
Neal looked at me. “I remember you. You’re the girl that was in here with Autumn that one day.”
“Yeah, I’m Fatima. Nice to meet you.”
“This is my brother, Neal. This my girl, Fatima.”
“Your girl?” both Neal and Fatima said. She turned and looked at me, cheesing.
I gave her a lopsided grin. “Am I wrong?”
She gave me a bashful look. “I guess not.” That shyness was coming out and that was sexy as hell to me. I loved when I got her all nervous and bothered.
Neal gave me a surprised look too. “Well, I didn’t think I would hear that come out of your mouth.”
I shrugged. “Shit happens.”
He smirked and then turned to Isabella. “So, beautiful, you got a man?”
“No, she doesn’t,” Fatima spoke up. Isabella gave Fatima a look.
“Let me take you out.”
He grabbed her hand again and held it. “I don’t know,” she said quietly.
“You should go,” Fatima encouraged.
“Yeah, listen to yo girl.” She smiled at Neal.
I can’t blame Neal for trying to holler at Fatima’s girl. She was bad and thick as fuck. Right now, she was dressed in a dress that clung to her body and showed her shape off nicely.
“I guess it can’t hurt,” Isabella giggled.
I bent down and kissed on Fatima’s neck. “Aye, y’all good while I steal her away?”
“Yeah, go ahead, bro,” Neal said, looking at Isabella.
