Mona stopped chugging and nudged me ''Uh excuse me babe... but you do realise you have just caught the attention of Mistah J'' she said looking a little frightened. ''Who?'' I replied. She gave me a death glare ''Who?! bloody who? The Joker, the guy...
That was a lie. He was fucking gorgeous, but far to arrogant and smug for my liking. The man let out a laugh, knowing that indeed, my red lips were lying.
I shot him a sarcastic smile, picked up my drink from the bar and walked straight past him.
''Looking a little flustered, doll face. You alright?'' J asked as I entered the booth.
''Im fine'' I smiled, taking a sip of my lemonade to 'cool' me down. J placed his hand onto the edge of my knee, giving it a light stroke which comforted me and made me feel aroused at the same time.
''Don't you have a meeting baby?'' I asked intertwining my arm with his, resting my hand on his forearm.
''I do. Here he comes.'' J nodded, gently moving me off him and taking his cane into both of his hands. I looked up and noticed it was the British man from the bar.
'Of course.' I thought.
The man extended his hand outwards, yet J's remained stubbornly on top of his cane.
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Rookie move.
''Uh he doesn't shake hands. Sit down and have a drink.'' Kassius ordered.
The man realised that J wasn't budging so he simply nodded his head, accepted the diss and took his seat opposite us.
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''Mistah J... nice to finally meet your acquaintance. Facking came far enough'' He laughed lighting up a cigarette.
J's eyes flickered up and a sly smile appeared on his face. With this, it left me to assume that J liked him, but sometimes, one can never be to sure.
''Reggie. Welcome. Decent ride in?'' J asked.
''Ive had the misses in the ear all day banging on about going shopping. You know, its like -'' Reggie moaned, adjusting in his seat before taking a pull on his cigarette ''How many fucking pairs of shoes and bags does a woman need? She's got hundreds - thousands at home. Does my fucking nut in mate. Don't get me wrong, I love treating my girl - otherwise the nagging wont stop - but fuck me!''
