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That took about thirty minutes, and during that time, we continued to talk about Reggie.

The owner, Jeff, came over, just like I knew he would, so that he could speak to me, since he hadn’t saw me when I arrived.

As always, Law and I let him know that the food, and the customer service was amazing.

He wanted a picture with us, so he came and stood in the middle, while Law and I were in our seats.

One of the head chefs had come over with him, so he snapped the photo of the three of us.

I just prayed that he didn’t post it on his social media because then we would really have the world in an uproar, thinking that we were getting back together.

When it was time to leave, I removed the cloth that had been in my lap, and I stood up. My legs felt like noodles, so for a second, I wobbled. I was able to quickly catch myself though. Law noticed it, so he turned his head, and he looked at me.

“How you got out here?” he asked me.

“I have a driver,” I let him know.

“I’ll take you back to the crib. You about to bust your ass, so that lets me know that you had one too many glasses of wine,” he offered.

“Its fine. The driver is Julio. I’ve rode with him before,” I explained, and he shook his head, basically like he wasn’t trying to hear a damn thing that I was saying to him.

“I don’t give a fuck if its Julio, Jorge, or Estaban.

You tipsy. I’m not about to willingly let you sit in the backseat of another man’s truck, while you stumbling like this.

Come on,” he said, stepping out of the way, so that I could walk ahead of him.

I wasn’t going to challenge him because then we would be in this restaurant arguing.

I went ahead, and walked ahead of him, keeping my head held high, trying my best to walk confidently, and not showing this entire restaurant that I was tipsy.

I was able to successfully make it out, and once we made it to the door, Law reached over me, so that he could open the door, and I walked out.

When we made it out, I noticed that there was a group of about three young boys standing outside the restaurant.

They looked to have been in their early twenties.

You could smell the loud ass weed that was coming from them.

They were talking amongst each other, but the second we made it outside, they all turned to look at us.

With them looking, it caused for us to look back.

It was almost like a natural feeling for Law to put his hand on the small of my back, move me out of the way, so that he could be the one that was closer to them.

He told me to go tell Julio that he didn’t have to take me home.

Julio was already standing outside of the truck, ready to open the back door for me.

“Julio, it’s okay. You don’t have to drive me back home. I’m sorry,” I let him know, and with a smile on his face, he just waved me off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“It’s okay. No problem at all. Enjoy the rest of your night,” he responded.

I’d already paid Julio for the night, and I tipped him a nice, hefty tip, so that would explain the big smile on his face. He closed the back door, and he walked around the truck, so that he could get into the driver’s seat, and he eventually pulled off.

Law eventually walked over, and we headed for his Maybach that was parked in front, along with the other luxury cars.

He fished around in his pockets, trying to find his keys, and as he was doing that, we could hear movement coming from behind us.

Movement that caused us both to turn around, and look.

Those same three boys that were staring at us when we came out of the restaurant were walking over, approaching us.

“Yo! You law? You the nigga that’s supposed to be representing Reggie?” the dude in the middle asked. I sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to end well. I knew Sevyn. This man wasn’t going to stand here and let three lil niggas come at him like that. It just wasn’t in his nature to do so.

“Ay lil nigga, get the fuck from behind me! I don’t know who the fuck you think you questioning, or who the fuck you feeling like, walking up on me, but I’ll pull some shit out on you, and permanently sit you, and these other two niggas down.

I’m a grown ass man. Watch how the fuck you talk to me!

” Law spat, and when he did, it came out like a growl.

Just that fast, the dude managed to piss him off, but I knew that was going to happen.

I could tell that by the look on all their faces that they were shocked by Law’s reaction.

They probably thought that he was a green Lawyer, that didn’t have a street side.

I knew Sevyn. I knew him. He was a different animal outside that courtroom.

He still had that street side to him, and that side where he would always demand his respect, so it didn’t matter how well put together he looked, he would get dirty if needed.

“Yeah, aight. I heard you supposed to be the nigga that’s representing Reggie. Reggie like our brother. A lot of people love him. You better do your job in that courtroom or-

“Or what motha fucka? Huh? Or what?” Law spat, taking off, going over to the dudes, and he stood right in front of the one in the middle. I mean, they were so close to each other that I’m sure they could smell each other’s breath.

“Ion know what the fuck you found online about me nigga, but don’t let that suit and tie fool you.

I live for bullshit. Where I’m from, I don’t take too kindly to threats.

I feel like you threatening me. Hoe ass nigga, I’ll really do that shit to you.

I will make this the last place where you motha fuckin stand.

Fried chicken and lemonade will be on the menu next week fuckin with me!

” Law roared. I wasn’t going to step in, but I eventually came behind Law, grabbing his arm, basically telling him to stop.

I think the dudes could just see it in Law’s eyes that everything he was saying to them was in fact a true statement.

Whatever he was telling them that he would do to them, he would do it because Law has proven to get down with the best of them.

It’s like they didn’t even want that smoke because the main dude that was talking, he just nodded his head, and when he turned to walk off, his crew followed him.

Law stood here, watching them walk away, and until we couldn’t see them anymore, that’s when Law turned around, and he headed for his car again.

He opened the passenger side door for me, allowed me to get in, and once I was in, he closed the door.

He walked around, going for his side of the car, and he got in as well. He quickly started the car up, and then he pulled out of the parking spot.

“My timing is probably fucked up, but Law look. The bullshit starts now,” I released.

“That’s okay. I like bullshit,” was all he said, and I left it at that.

Law had his phone connected to the CarPlay, and he had an old school, R&B playlist playing.

I knew that Law loved rap music, but he was a sucker for slow jams as well.

We were cruising together, and he drove with his left hand, and every few moments, he would snap his finger along to the song that was playing.

Judging by how chill, and relaxed he was, I knew that whatever just finished taking place outside that restaurant had already left his mind. He wasn’t worried about it.

We were now cruising on the highway, and he was going about 75 miles.

It wasn’t many cars on the highway. By this point, all the wine that I’d drank at the restaurant had fully emerged itself to my pussy, so as I was sitting here, I could literally feel the mess that was being formed inside my panties.

The glances that I kept stealing at him weren’t making it any better.

I wanted to get fucked so badly. Like, I was in dire need.

Almost to the point that it was pathetic.

I’ve never been the kind of woman to be scared to go after what I wanted.

In the past, I would pull that dick out any time that I wanted to, but I just remember a few months ago, when we fucked the day of our divorce, Law told me that he would never put his dick in me again, and I believed him.

He said that I wasn’t going to use him for dick.

At the same time, I knew him. If I wanted to lean over and give him a little head, he wouldn’t stop me.

I had to butter him up, get him aroused, in hopes that he could do me just one last time like he’d done me the last time on the couch.

The worst that he could tell me was to move, and not to touch him, and I could live with that, so I went ahead, and I removed my seatbelt.

I reached over, so that I could remove my heels too.

It was one thing for me to take the seatbelt off, but when I came out of the heels too, that’s when he turned his head, and he looked down at me.

“What you doing?” he asked.

“Sevyn, I’m horny out of my mind,” all pride went out of the window when I said that.

“You forfeited all access to this dick in court, love. On my kids, I only fucked you the same day that we divorced so that you could get that shit through your fuckin head what you had given up on. I ain’t touching you, Ya.

I made that clear to you,” his mouth was saying one thing, but I could look down at the print of his dick through his slacks and see that his dick was saying another.