Living in a different city from Darius didn’t make me love him any less. I loved him more.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Jay flipped open his cell phone and looked at the time. “One more question and then I’m out—do you think a man is obligated to be patient and teach a woman who’s horrible in bed how to please him?”
This time my pussy chilled out, now that I knew he was more concerned about which woman he might be taking home with him than trying to be my bedmate for the night. Couldn’t blame him.
Exhaling, I replied, “No. Life is short. And although handsome, you’re a little too grown to be teaching a woman what to do in bed. A real woman would already know. Find someone else to give your heart to, or whatever it is you’re giving; there’s plenty of lonely women looking for a good dick to sex properly.” I could’ve penciled myself in as number one.
He smiled at me like I’d never been smiled at before. “Easier said than done—unless you happen to know a lonely woman that fits the description?”
I started grinning again. This man had better leave me the hell alone, or he’s going to pay dearly for all my pain and suffering.
I knew what my problems were—I was beautiful, wealthy, and too damn polite. My throbbing pussy easily fell in love with a good dick and then, by default, I fell in with the man attached to the dick. After every breakup, I hated men but loved sex. I especially disliked the guys that used me, then threw me away like recyclable trash.
Handsome raised his finger in the air. “Waitress, give this lady whatever she’s drinking on me before she misses last call.” His eye winked at her. His dimple smiled at me. There was that sexy-ass smile again.
Let him lick your pussy and make you feel better, if only for a moment. Then I’d risk falling in love with him…but at least you’ll temporarily forget about your pain.
I wanted him to stay; he needed to leave. Was he just not interested, or was it another woman? Deep down inside I wanted him to stay; no, I didn’t want to be the one who asked him, I wanted him to ask me to go home with him. But he didn’t.
“A dirty Grey Goose ’tini,” I said to the waitress. She stood staring at Handsome as he handed her a twenty-dollar bill, like she wanted to get dirty with him right there in front of my face. Slut! You’re the reason why men treat us like sex objects.
“Keep the change.” He eyed her ass as she walked away. He continued, “I’d love to talk to you some more, but I really have to go. Here’s my card. My cell number’s on the back…just in case you wanna get together some time.” He placed it on the table in front of me and turned his body away, leaving me to chase behind him.
As I glanced down at the Department of Justice logo, my eyes froze. I didn’t want him to see my dejected expression. “Thanks, Jay,” I said, giving no indication I’d contact him later. “Have a nice night.”
Before the waitress returned with my drink, I tore Jay’s card in half, placed it on the table, and then started to walk away. Halfway to the door, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Crossing one foot over the other, I pivoted slowly.
“Excuse me, miss.” The waitress stood in front of me, my drink resting on her tray. “Here’s your dirty ’tini.”
I removed the drink. “Thanks,” I said faintly.
The waitress looked around. “So where’s the cutie? I know you didn’t let him get away.” She seemed a little bit too happy to be sincere.
I didn’t bother responding. Returning to the table, I leaned on the stool, sipped my martini, and ate two of the three olives. Swallowing the third olive almost whole, I noticed a woman drooling in Jay’s face as she fingered his curly, thick hair, kissed his juicy lips, and then strolled toward the door.
Yeah, she definitely had “free pussy” swaggering in her hips for him, and by the way he nodded while staring at her ass, he was definitely fucking her tonight. It should have been me. Her pussy wasn’t better than mine, so why should she have all the fun?
Oh, now you want to get mad. If you weren’t so damn passive, he could’ve been yours.
Since I hadn’t given Jay the option of calling me, I tossed back the remaining Grey Goose, picked up the torn card, and placed it inside my purse. “You may have him tonight, bitch, but tomorrow he’s all mine.”
CHAPTER 3
Jay
I could hear her starting to stir as I zipped up my pants and reached for my shirt across the back of the chair. If I was lucky, she’d stay asleep for the five minutes I needed to button my shirt, slip on my shoes, and head out the door. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on my side.
Two seconds later, she lifted her head and began questioning me like she was one of the cops on Law and Order. “Where are you going?”
I turned toward her just as I finished buttoning my shirt. Her lips were poked out like those of a spoiled child who wasn’t getting her way.
She sat up slightly, and the sheet fell to her lap, exposing her flawless breasts and tempting dark brown, silver-dollar nipples.
My eyes drank up their beauty, but I continued to get dressed. If she was anyone else, I would have been removing my shirt, stepping out of my pants, and jumping into the bed headfirst to finish what we’d started late last night. However, she wasn’t someone else; she was Monica, the head bartender at the club.
Once again she’d proven why she was, by far, the worst piece of ass I’d ever had. Why I was stupid enough to come back to her place last night for a second time, I don’t know, but I’ll tell you this much—she didn’t have to worry about me being this stupid again.
“Jay, I asked you a question—where are you going?”
“I’m about to go home,” I replied in a rather vanilla tone.
“Home?”
I could hear the shock in her voice as she glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand.
“But it’s only eight o’clock.”
I gave her a cross-eyed look. “And…” I slipped my feet in my shoes.
“It’s Saturday; you don’t have to work. I—I thought we were going to spend the day together.”
I froze for a second, then smirked as I shook my head. “I don’t know where you got that from. I never told you I’d spend the day with you.”
“I know, but I figured after last night you might wanna spend some time with me. Go to IHop or something like that.”
I bent over to give her a kiss, hoping to get out of her apartment without incident. “Look, Monica, I’m sorry, but I got shit to do today, okay?” I was trying not to have an attitude, but it was getting harder because I absolutely hated when someone wasted my time. And last night was a true waste of my time.
“All right, but how about one for the road?” She kissed me, then pulled back the sheet, exposing the rest of her naked body.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You’re what’s so funny. Do you really think offering me sex is gonna get me to stay?”
She gave me this confident smirk, then nodded like she had me wrapped around her fingers. “I don’t think, Jay—I know. Now, get your ass over here so Mama Monica can put this pussy on you like you’ve never had it before.” She gestured with her index finger for me to come closer, but I didn’t budge. She really thought she was the bomb; that wench actually thought her shit was gold. “C’mere, Jay. Stop playing hard to get and come here; you know you want this.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started to laugh again. It was time to tell her what every brotha before me should have told her long before