CHAPTER TWO
Sin’s POV
I groaned the moment my eyes opened clutching my forehead with one hand. I couldn’t move my left for some reason and when I turned to make sure it was still attached to me I noticed the blonde laying on it. I didn’t recognize her but it was hardly the first time I’d woken up next to a strange bitch. Hopefully she’d leave the moment she got up. I had faint recollections of doing body shots out of her belly button but the rest of my memories were buried underneath a massive headache and what felt like a gallon of tequila. I had a toxic ass relationship with that liquor but I wasn’t worried about that right now. At twenty six, I’m pretty sure my Liver can handle it.
According to my phone, it was eight twenty seven A.M, more than enough time for me to get ready for work. I dragged my ass into the shower and by the time I’m done cleaning up, I could hear movements in my bedroom. I hoped that was the sound of my ‘date’ picking up her things so we can get this morning after shit over with. I wanted some breakfast before work and I planned on eating out because this nigga don’t cook. I come out of my bathroom in a sports bra and a towel and I'm relieved to see her fully dressed. Well, as much as she could be in the tiny ass tube dress she was wearing.
She gave me an expentant look.
“Um. Did you need something?.”
“Well I was wondering if you'd like to do this again sometime? I had a really great time last night.”
If ‘this’ meant drunk sex I didn't even remember the next day, I wouldn't mind much but I got the feeling Becky meant something else.
“Uh…” What was the nicest way to tell her hell no? I rubbed a hand at the back of my neck.
“I mean, I guess Imma see you around sometime.”
“Um… cool. Maybe we can do drinks tomorrow night? Or…?”
She waited for me to suggest a suitable date. My eye twitched from a combo of pressure to say something, lack of caffeine and the hang over from hell that I coulda sworn was getting worse by the second.
“Shit, I mean… I’m hella busy right now and I don’t really know I got the time for that.”
Her hopeful expression fell. “Oh. Okay. I get it.”
Goddammit. I did not have time to baby sit her feelings right now. As much as I don’t remember last night, I’m dead ass sure I didn’t offer this bitch marriage or anything so I don’t see how this is any of my problem. My head was aching like a dick on viagra and I really wanted coffee and bagels or something as equally sugary right about now and I
“Look Becky. I had a fun time last night but I ain't looking for anything more right now and I’ve got a million and one things to get done today so you gotta go. Like Now.”
She stared at me for a moment and then her brow furrowed.
“Did you just call me Becky?”
Shit. Had I said that part out loud? From her sour expression, I guess I indeed had. I gave her a sheepish smile. “Er…your name ain’t Becky?” Her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes hardened.
“No. It’s Theresa. And you’d know that if you bothered to listen to anything I said last night. I get that you were only up for a one night stand but Jesus. Becky? That doesn’t even sound close. Wait. Is that a dig cause I’m white?”
I winced in admission but didn’t really know what to say so I remained silent. She rolled her eyes. “I guess being an asshole isn’t limited to just guys. Have a nice life Sin.”
And with that she stalked past me and headed out my bedroom. Seconds later, I hear my front door slam.
I low key felt guilty at first but soon enough I was pissed off. What the fuck was up with these bitches? So I liked women a lot. Big fucking deal. Why was everyone bent over giving me so much shit about it? I made it clear to the women I brought home with me. One night then we outta here. If the pussy extra tight and the vibes extra good then we may have an occasional arrangement but I was not in the market for a wife or any of that shit. If it wasn’t my mama giving me shit about my dating habits, it was Chantel dumb ass shooting judgy glares at me every time we ran into each other outside or one of my ‘dates’ acting up the next day. So she thinks I’m a slut for ‘changing women like pennies’. Big deal. I didn’t wanna be tied down to one bitch like she now was.
I can’t lie though, being compared to a man kinda hurt. My own daddy did the typical up and bounce so I didn’t appreciate the contrast.
I managed to scarf down a bagel and Starbucks coffee as I drove to work. I cut hair at my Uncle's barbing salon and Fridays were usually busy for us so I'm clipping fade after fade for most of the day. At lunch, I get a text from my best friend.
Dom: Yo Sinclair! You there?
I send back the googly eyes emoji and she sends one laughing before typing again.
Dom: You coming to the thing today? I’m picking up Shawne from the hospital right now.
It took me a moment to understand what she meant. Her girlfriend Shawne had been in the hospital for almost two weeks after getting shot in some really bad shit storm. It still freaked me out when I remember that I’d almost died last month. Dom had this idea to do a sort of ‘welcome home’ celebratory party and I’d promised to set it up. I groaned. Why did it have to be today of all days when I was already suffering from my partying last night.
Me: Oh cool. She good now?
I’d only been over to see her once in the two weeks something that would have made me feel bad with any other person. I was friends with Dom however, not her Napoleon complexed girlfriend. The bitch was half midget and half crazy and we weren’t each others biggest fans. I absolutely did not spend more time than necessary with her.
Dom: Uh huh. You’d know if you came over…
I roll my eyes.
Me: Yeah. So she can assault me while you watch? No thanks. What you need me to do?
Dom: Nothing. I got Kira to handle it. Just get yo ass there.
At least there was that small blessing. She lets me know the details and I promised to be there after work. I was even low key looking forward to it tired as I was. True Shawne irritated the hell outta me but she made Dom practically glow so I managed to put up with her in small doses. I hope Dom doesn’t invite just studs to this private party of hers. I wouldn’t mind going home with a cute chick today.
After work, I head home so I can shower and change into something more party-ish. Black skinny jeans, a fire shirt and white Jordans complete the whole package and I head over to Dom's club, Xtasy. There weren’t a lot of cars in the parking lot because Dom had closed one part of the club to all but Shawne's party. Only the dancefloor downstairs was available and people were turning shit up inside there. The crowd was fewer than usual though.
Dom probably loosing a lot of money to keep this place light tonight. I shook my head. They fall in love one time and niggas start doing stupid shit like this.
I found them upstairs. Dom had converted the space to a kinda hang out spot. A pool table stood at one of the corners. There was a TV on one of the walls where some serious gaming was going on and the chairs here are far more comfortable than the ones downstairs. Lil Baby is playing out the speakers but not at that ear splitting volume they got downstairs. To top it all off, I saw a couple of bad bitches around and I hadn’t fucked one or two of them. This place was just what I needed tonight to take it easy. I headed over to where Dom and her group are playing pool.
Dominique Fraiser is probably the only bitch I know that’s actually taller than me. I mean, I’m not a giant but not a lot of women are taller than five’ ten. She’s six fucking foot tall and got the muscles and tattoos to match. I woulda been scared of her if not that she is dead ass one of the friendliest mudafuckers I’ve ever met. Her girlfriend Shawne is another story all together. Where Dom is dark, tall and nice Shawne is… not. She’s lightskinned, tiny as fuck and a total pain in my rather small back side.
I dap up Dom and we watch Shawne concentrate on her shot. I knew better than to talk while she was taking it. I didn’t wanna end up eating that cue stick again.
She plopped a ball into the hole and whooped. One of the people she was playing against cursed and I recognized Shawne’s little cop friend Cleo. She shot Shawne the finger as she celebrated pretty heartily for someone who just got out of the hospital. She looks behind Shawne to see me standing there with Dom and she immediately drops her eyes somewhere else. Her crush on me had irritated me at first but it was kinda amusing now. She wasn’t my type though so I unfortunately couldn’t oblige her but I knowing I got even studs wanting to take off they briefs for me was… flattering.
Done rubbing her victory in Cleo’s face, Shawne skipped over to us like the happy little devil she was and wrapped her girlfriend in a one armed hug.
“And that’s another damn win for me!”
“I’m only taking it easy on you cause yo ass got shot up. Keep talking smack bitch and I’ll send you back to that hospital bed.”
Shawne stuck her tongue out at Cleo and turned back to Dom totally ignoring the other whole human being standing next to her sasquash girl. Rude ass mother fucker.
“Babe I got two balls!” She informed Dom as if we didn’t just see her put said balls in them holes and Dom beams back at her like she’s just found the cure for cancer or some shit. I roll my eyes and its then Shawne decided to grace me with her attention.
“Sin.” She practically sneered my name and I gave her a grin that was more aggressive than friendly.
“Hey lil mama.” She scowled and just like that she whacked me with her cue stick.
“Ow. Goddammit! I was just messing with you.” “Well stop it.” She poked me with the stick again and I snarled then took a step forward. Dom simply blocked me with a hand. I glared at Shawne over her shoulder.
“She hit me.”
“You were teasing her.”
“Yeah. And?”
“Well call me lil mama and see if I don’t hit yo ass.” I glared at Dom, she only smiled at me back and I rolled my eyes.
“I need sumn’ to drink.”
I went to the smaller bar off the corner of the room and flirted with the bartender while she fixed my drink. When I head back to the pool table I freeze because bent over it facing me was one of the best damn asses I'd ever seen in my life. I should know, I'd grabbed it a couple of times already. It was clad in tight ass jeans that stretched all the way down to her legs and disappeared inside ankle boots. Her upper half was covered with a black top so sheer I could see the lace bra inside. I was instantly turned on.
Her back was to me but I knew exactly who that was. Like I said, I'm very familiar with that ass, both in reality and fantasy. Too damn bad I hadn't been able to tap it before everything went wrong.
I went closer and stood directly behind her. My fingers twitched with the urge to cup one of those cheeks but I would definitely end up getting kneed in the coochie.
I stood there holding my drink and staring at her ass while she took her shot. After she was done, she turned and nearly ran into me.
"What the hell nigga. Back the fuck up."
I ignore her rudeness “Chantel.”
My eyes instantly drop to her top and I nearly groan loud in reaction. Her top is transparent in the front as well and although the material here is darker, I can see the outline of her full titties wrapped up in that sexy ass lace. Why this girl insisted on dressing like a man was beyond me. I mean, I'm skinny as hell and I don't have the body to pull off a look like this. My street nigga look worked well for me. But Chantel is one of those slim thick bitches with a small waist and an ass just meant for grabbing. Not hidden behind baggy shorts and jeans.
“My eyes are up here.”
I didn't bother to act embarrassed at being 'caught'. We were way past that already. I was eye fucking her and she knew it. Some part of her enjoyed my attention and I knew it even though she'd never admit it.
I took my time to raise my eyes letting then trail slowly over her neck and lingering on her lips before I finally looked at her. She glared at me.
“You're looking fine this evening.”
She raised a brow at me. “As opposed to other evenings?”
I sighed. “Why can't you just take a compliment as it it?”
"Boy you just told me I'm ugly on other nights. That's a compliment?"
On the other side of the table Shawne was loudly celebrating her latest win again.
"Do y'all even know how to play this game? I'd be happy to give y'all a tutorial tonight."
I roll my eyes and address Shawne "Nigga the only reason you can is cause Dom taught you. Rest. I can still whoop yo ass at this shit."
She smirked at me "I'd like to see you try"
"A'ight. Fine. I'll play you and your girlfriend. To make it a lil more interesting, how bout a bet?" I glance at Chantel. "You up for this?"
She started to shake her head then sighed at Shawne's pleading whine.
“Why not?”
We ended up losing in the end and it was entirely Chantel's fault. Dom and Shawne had this smooth ass body language going on. They were comfortable touching each other occasionally in the game. Chantel however was doing everything in her power to avoid me.
I stood behind her most of the time, I won't deny it, I was focused more on her ass than her game and the more I stared the stiffer Chantel moved and the worse we played.
Shawne looked happy enough to burst into song but I didn't really care. Mind body and soul was trained on the fine ass mama in front of me and I didn't mind losing 50bucks for time spent oogling her.
"Will you stop it!"
She finally turns and snaps at me and for a moment I'm honestly just puzzled. Yes I guess my heavy flirting may come off as obnoxious but I hadn't really done anything to earn the heat in her eyes. Not today at least. I play dumb. "Stop what?"
She eyed me for a moment then dumped her cue stick on the table and stalked off.
That more than anything got me feeling like a dick.
Maybe I'm reading this wrong and I'm the only one feeling whatever it was between us. Ever since we'd 'broken up' or whatever it's been one hostile encounter after the other. I was damn tired of it. As much as I wanted to fuck Chantel I didn't want her feeling uncomfortable around me all the time.
Dom and Shawne glare at me after she leaves and I sighed. Guess I knew what I had to do.
I went in the direction she did. She's in one of the more private rooms Dom kept for small groups and smoking. I'd also fucked the occasional bitch in there.
Chantel was leaning back against a long leather sofa with a blunt in her hand and her eyes closed. I watch fascinated as she puts the stick to her lips and drag on it. A stream of smoke escaped from between her lips.
“What the fuck do you want Sin.”
I didn't know how she knew it was me but only when I remained silent did she open her eyes to look at me. I went to the sofa and sat next to her.
“Can we talk?”
“What the fuck you got to say to me?”
“Chantel. Please.” She sighed and dragged on her blunt again then blew out another stream of smoke. When she spoke her tone was at least less edgy.
“You make me so damn mad sometimes.”
“Why?”
She gave me an incredulous look.
“You seriously asking me why?”
I turn so I can face her. It's been awhile since we'd sat up close like this. Despite my resolve to behave, my eyes fall to her full mouth. Her upper lip is darker than her lower lip. They're painted nude and so kissable that I have a hard time resisting them.
“You doing it again.” Her voice was soft this time
“Doing what? Looking at you?”
“No. Looking at me like that!”
I'm a little amused at her indignant scowl and God help me but I can't stop myself from teasing her a little bit.
I took the blunt from her hand and dragged on it waiting for her answer.
“Like you want to tear my clothes off and fuck the living shit outta me.”
There's that heat in her eyes again and I let out a breath with the smoke. Damn. I really did want to though. She took her blunt back from me.
“Look I can't help that I'm attracted to you.”
Her eyes closed and she seemed to struggle before she finally said. “You managed just fine yesterday.”
“Did I?”
“I never fucking know with you Sinclair! One minute you're hot and the next I'm getting ice and I don't know what the fuck to do with that.”
“Me? I can say the same thing about you Newman. You always tryna bite my fucking head off!”
“That's cause it's always saying things it shouldn't!”
We were facing each other now and breathing hard. I had dead ass never wanted to kiss another human being the way I wanted to kiss her in that moment.
“Things like I'm going to fucking kiss you right now?”
Her eyes flashed at me, a warning? An encouragement? I didn't really care. She could slap me later if she wanted.
I wrapped the ends of her curls around two of my fingers and lowered my face to hers.
“Don't.” She whispered a moment before my lips touched hers but she didn't pull away. I ran my tongue over her full bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.
She whimpered and her mouth opened letting my tongue slide against hers.
In one smooth move, I move her into my lap so she's straddling me and my hands quickly finds their way to her ass. The moment I grab her ass cheeks we both moan.
“Chantel.”
I pull back just enough to whisper but my hands are still busy.
“Hmm?” Her lips find my neck and it's a struggle to finish my sentence.
“Come home with me tonight.”
Her eyes closed and she stilled then pressed her forehead against mine.
“I can't.”
“Sure you can. All you have to do is say yes and we can go downstairs. Take my car and go back to my place. And then—” I kiss her again
“Finish this. Once and for all. Maybe it'll finally give us both some closure.”
She freezes in my arms and pulls away for the first time to give me a careful look. Her eyes are still hot but I can't read her. “Closure?”
“I... Yeah. I mean think about it. There's all this sexual tension between us so I figured we might as well use it.” I give her my best flirty smile but it only makes her close off some more. I was loosing control of this fast.
“Oh. Then I suppose we can go our separate ways in the morning right.”
“I mean...I guess but it sound weird when you say it like that.” I was starting to regret opening my damn mouth at all.
“Don't you have a girlfriend?”
I blurt out in an effort to avoid any discussions about commitment without seeming like an asshole.
The moment I said it I wish I hadn't because just like that, warm Chantel is gone and the ice bitch is back. She climbs off my lap and stares at me.
“Chantel. I wasn't tryna be jud—”
She holds up a hand and I fall silent. “What if I didn't?”
I frowned. “Didn't what?”
“Have a girlfriend.” She stood there waiting for an answer and I don't know what to say. Her girlfriend isn't the only issue between us.
“What do you actually want from me Sin?”
How did we get to this? “I... Chantel come on. We were just having a good time.”
She let out a short laugh that sounded more bitter than happy. “Right because that's all you ever want isn't it? Christ I am so fucking stupid.”
“Chantel—”
“No. It's time for me to accept that you're nothing but a hoe. A selfish, piece of shit, homophobic ass hoe who only knows how to use people. But it's just fine long as you get what you want right?”
I can't respond. I just sit there stunned and angry but most of all, hurt. Chantel gives me a cold look.
"Stay the hell away from me Sinclair.”
For the second time that day, a beautiful woman walks away from me after calling me an asshole. The first time with Becky or whatever didn't bother me all that much.
This time though?
I was devastated.
