Page 2 of Gaining the Heart of a Gemini (BLP Signs of Love #15)

Lowly, I giggled to myself and followed behind him. Haze was smart to tread lightly with that conversation. I would’ve easily chewed him up and spit him out.

“Oh! Thank God, you’re here. I thought I was going to cuss Haze out if he kept messing up. I can’t tell you how many drinks I had to remake,” my best friend, Loyal, expressed. She dramatically leaned on the cooler with her hand on her forehead.

Haze pointed his finger at her and spat, “I could’ve let you drown out here, Loyal. Keep talking shit and see if you get help next time.”

“I better, or I won’t hesitate to tell Klay.”

Loyal and I slapped hands, watching Haze storm away while mumbling something inaudible underneath his breath. Playfully, Loyal turned toward me and groped my breasts.

“I see you got the twins on display. You must be trying to get some extra tips tonight, huh?”

I waved her off, adjusting my double D breasts in my shirt. “You know it’s almost impossible to keep these girls tamed. I’ve been thinking about a reduction.”

“You can always donate to the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. We stay accepting donations.” Loyal palmed her small breasts with her heavy bottom lip poked out.

Leave it to her to act up in front of the guests.

“There is nothing wrong with your breasts, Loyal. Trust me, you don’t want the back problems my girls come with.”

“You have a point, but I still wouldn’t mind a little more.”

I popped my hip, crossed my arms with my head tipped to the side, and asked, “Have you ever had a complaint?”

“Never.”

“Exactly. Now, stop complaining and let’s get to work. I can feel Daddy watching us through the cameras.”

The way Loyal spun on her heels and grabbed the first bottle of liquor she saw had me in tears.

Loyal was beautiful. She was on the taller side, standing at five nine with a slender frame and wide hips. Our physiques were the complete opposite, and that was what made us both beautiful.

We’d been friends for ten years, and I was grateful I’d met her.

It was hard making genuine friends. For as long as I could remember, I stayed to myself.

I assumed the only friends I needed were my brothers, but I couldn’t talk to them about everything.

They couldn’t relate to me on certain things like a woman could.

I found myself confiding in my mother more, then I met Loyal.

Her name was extremely fitting for her.

“Excuse me, ma’am! Can I get a moment of your time?”

My skin crawled. If I rolled my eyes any harder, they would’ve been stuck in the back of my head.

A smooth, throaty tone that used to wet the seat of my panties with each syllable now made me want to puke.

I continued to work and ignored my ex, Trent, until he came around the bar and invaded my personal space.

“Don’t touch me.” I seethed through gritted teeth, jerking my arm away at the feel of his clammy hand. “What do you want, Trent?”

“Why you gotta be like that, Parrish? You love when I touch you, especially when it’s in the right place.”

“I used to love it. That is until I found out you love touching every woman you see. Once again, what do you want? If it’s not work related, then you can get the fuck from around me. You see how busy we are. I don’t have time for your games.”

Trent’s tongue glided over his pretty, bow-shaped pink lips. “I simply wanted to come and check on you, that’s all, but I see your ass is still mean as hell.”

“I sure am. Just to let you know, my daddy is watching the cameras. You already know what it’ll be if he sees you behind here and not working.”

I turned toward Trent with my hand on my hip.

My eyes traveled up and down his five-foot-eleven frame, wishing he wasn’t so damn fine.

That was his problem. That was the reason he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants while we were together.

Trent had always known he was a good-looking man, and evidence proved he used it to his advantage.

His rich, espresso skin was the first thing that caught my attention. I loved me a melanated man. Trent’s captivating, dark amber eyes were the next thing that won me over. They pierced through my soul, especially when we made love.

We were together for two and a half years, and I wholeheartedly believed he was the man I was destined to marry. I envisioned our wedding a thousand times in my mind, thinking it would be a fairy tale, only for him to crush those dreams.

Over the course of our relationship, he’d cheated on me with five different women.

The night I found out, I almost caught a charge.

If it wasn’t for Javier calling his connections, I would’ve served some time.

Javier was the only reason he still had a job as well.

Daddy wanted him on his ass, but that big heart of Javier’s wouldn’t allow him to do it.

Trent and I had been broken up for well over a year now, and I still had hopes of getting married one day.

When I loved someone, I loved them hard.

I truly enjoyed the feeling and wanted to experience it again one day.

The next man I dated, I needed him to come correct.

I needed him to come to me with our future in mind.

I wasn’t dating only to fate. I was dating to marry.