Page 10 of Welcome to the Table

“That’s my signature, nigga, but she was his wife. I ain’t that fucking evil, although that is a pleasure outside of slicing a motherfucker. And her mouth looked juicy as fuck. I couldn’t do it, though,” I told him as we drove off.

I dropped him at his house in the Treme and went to my condo to get dressed.

I parked in the underground garage and got out.

I grabbed the bags of money, bringing them with me.

I didn’t trust nobody, even though the garage and building were heavily guarded.

As I pressed the button, the glass doors opened, and I heard heels clacking.

My eyes left my phone and looked up. I was fucking stuck.

I’d never been the type of nigga to let a female make my heart run rampant, but this woman had me going. She was fucking beautiful.

I took her in from head to foot. She had on reddish tan Jimmy Choo diamond encrusted heels.

Her calves were thick like she had run track in her younger days, which led up to thick ass thighs and a waist with a nice set of breasts.

The pink dress she had on barely covered her ass, but in a classy way.

I had never seen her before. She must’ve been new to the building.

Her nails were neatly done and matched her toes.

I couldn’t decipher if she had on makeup or not, but the shit was flawless.

Her vanilla sun-kissed skin wasn’t flawed at all.

Her small hands held onto her phone as she held a deep conversation.

From how she was talking, I knew it was a nigga.

Her auburn hair was swept to the left side and stopped right under her breasts.

The shit was sexy as fuck. I stepped on the elevator, expecting her to step off so I could watch her walk away, but she didn’t.

She remained on the elevator as I walked on and pressed the number for the top floor.

She looked over, giving me the once-over before talking back on the phone.

“If you weren’t going to make it, you should have said so.

I got dressed and was standing outside, waiting for you to come, and you never did.

You know I hate that shit, but you constantly do it and think I’m just supposed to be okay with the shit.

That’s not how this shit works. It’s called a relationship and fucking communication.

You don’t know how to fucking communicate, and that’s why we can’t do shit together!

” she yelled into the phone, forgetting I was there.

The doors closed, and she hung her phone up, then rolled her eyes at me.

“What? You see something you like?” She licked her lips at me, and I couldn’t say shit. She was beautiful, and I didn’t want to say something stupid and fuck up her already fucked up day.

I dropped the bags on the floor and stepped into her personal space.

Then, I took a chance and moved her hair away from her face.

I was surprised when she didn’t flinch because I was a stranger.

I looked down at her. Even with heels on, I still hovered over her.

Her eyes went to mine, and my hands grabbed her chin.

“Fuck that nigga. You are too cute for the dumb shit,” I whispered and noticed the goosebumps form on her arms. She tried to step away, but I grabbed her waist, bringing her closer. “Don’t do that. Don’t move when I’m talking to you.” Her presence was drowning me, but I wouldn’t show it.

“How do you know it was a nigga? It could have been a friend,” she said, and I smirked.

“If it was a friend, you wouldn’t be that mad, so I knew it was a man,” I told her.

She smiled softly. “I don’t even know you.” Her voice was just above a whisper as her light brown eyes shone.

“It ain’t about knowing me. You don’t need to know me, but that nigga who stood you up don’t deserve you.” She tried to turn away from me, but my hand pulled her chin back to face me.

“Nah, we talk with our eyes and mouth. Don’t turn away from me. I see now you hardheaded. What’s your name, anyway?” I licked my lips, keeping the bottom one secure with my top teeth. I smiled, letting my platinum grill show, and she blushed.

I could see that she wasn’t used to the aggression, and the shit was a turn-on for me.

Her innocence was sexy as fuck, and I didn’t want to taint her with my lifestyle.

I was a wild boy, and from her persona, I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

She sucked in a deep breath as her long lashes made her eyes look low.

“My name is Raven.” Her voice was so soft and sweet.

I could listen to her all day, but now wasn’t the time. I was young, wild, and free. I knew I would break her heart, and I didn’t even know her yet. She looked to be older than me, and I loved them seasoned. That turned me on and made me want to know more about her.

“You don’t wanna know my name?” I asked because I knew she was about to get off the elevator.

She looked up at me and smirked. Her hand met her hip, covering mine

“I already know who you are, Hellcat. I have heard so much about you, and none of it was good.” She tried to back away again, but I gripped her tighter. She wasn’t getting away from me just yet. I turned slightly to stop the elevator from moving.

“So, you just gon’ lock us in the elevator?” She chuckled lowly, but I knew she was scared.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I don’t bite unless you want me to,” I whispered into her neck.

I’m not scared of you, Hellcat, but I could do damage, so walk away while I’m giving you grace.”

I gave her a confused look. I never backed down from a challenge. I leaned in closer, almost touching her lips with mine, but she kept the distance respectful.

“If you ain’t scared of a nigga, then why are you trembling and shit?” I backed away from her and looked into her eyes.

She shied away from me, and I laughed. Yeah, she needed to stay away.

“I got a man, Hellcat, and you a bad lil boy. You still wet behind the ears, and I’m probably old enough to be your mother. I can’t even get to know you.” She reached around and started the elevator again.

I saw that she was getting off on the eighth floor, and we were on the sixth. I pulled her close to me, and I knew she felt how hard my dick was. She was fine as fuck, and I knew I was about to play with fire, but fuck it, I was Hellcat.

“Believe half of what you hear and all of what I tell you. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll tell, but the streets tend to lie a lot.”

The elevator stopped on her floor, and the doors opened.

“And you not old enough to be my mother. Besides.” I smiled. “I love older women.” I winked at her, and she blushed.

“I’ll choose to believe the streets because I have nothing to ask you.” She stepped out of my embrace and licked her lips before walking away. Before the door closed, she blew me a kiss.

Once the door closed, I had to adjust my dick because she was the epitome of perfection.

I knew I didn’t need to know her, but I wanted to, and everything I wanted, I got one way or the other.

This was our first encounter, but it wouldn’t be our last. I knew little Miss Raven lived in this building, so it was only a matter of time before we ran into one another.

As far as the nigga she was on the phone with, I would skin that nigga like Garfield and send him to his parents. He was the least of my worries.

I stepped off the elevator and into my penthouse.

I loved my shit. I had the perfect view of my city.

I looked at my Rolex and realized that I was late and didn’t feel like hearing Calliope’s fucking mouth.

This nigga rarely came out of his Batcave and into the hood, so I was grateful that he was coming out.

I hurried to jump in the shower and take care of my hygiene.

My clothes were already laid out on the bed, so all I had to do was get dressed.

My dreads were lined to perfection, and the red on the tips was the color of burning flames.

The sound of my phone vibrating made me look for it. I found it on my bed and noticed that it was Calliope. I didn’t want to hear this nigga rant, but I knew I had to answer the phone.

“Nigga, I already know I’m late, but I’m coming, fuck,” I answered the phone. No pleasantries because I knew he wasn’t.

“Nigga, you know I don’t do this public shit. I only came out here for you, and you ain’t even here. Even Grove beat yo’ ass here. Your next words better be that you are on your way before I leave,” he barked into the phone.

I pulled the phone away from my ear before he burned the bitch off with his hot ass breath.

“Nigga, I’m on my way. I had to handle some shit for yo’ paw and got held up a little,” I told him without going into too much detail.

He disconnected the call, and I laughed to myself.

I grabbed my jeans that were custom-made with some type of crystals that he wanted to have.

My color was royal purple. Athena always told me that it was my color because it meant wisdom, spirituality, and a connection to a higher power.

My mother is everything to me. She loved me with all my flaws, and I appreciated that.

She was my first lady until I met my match.

I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head, and threw on my vest. I grabbed a simple gold rope chain to go around my neck with my Rolex.

Finally, I grabbed the key fob to my Spider and my cellphone and headed to the door.

I walked to the elevator and got on. In my mind, I was hoping to see Raven, but I knew she was tight about her man standing her up.