I lifted my hand. “Before you say anything, let me be clear. I don’tjustwant to fuck you. That just so happens to be the topic of discussion right now. I actually want to spend some time with you and get to know you outside of our careers. Fucking you would just be a bonus.” I shrugged. “A really nice bonus, might I add, but a bonus nonetheless.”
Still, her mouth remained open, her eyes wandering over me, waiting to see if I was going to retract what I was saying.
But I meant every word.
I smirked. “Speechless, I see.”
“Um, yeah. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” she leaned forward. “You do remember the part where I mentioned I had a boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah, I remember. Eli, right?”
“Right.”
“Honestly, I figured by now that would’ve been over.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, if I sawmywoman dance on another man the way you danced on me at that club, I would’ve assumed she was interested in fucking him. Which would mean it was time to call it quits.”
She sucked her teeth. “First off, it was just a performance. Second, he can’t say too much. It was his stupid ass antics that forced me to grind on your dick in the first place.”
“What did he do?”
She shook her head. “Can we just change the subject?”
“Sure. But before we do, I just want to say that you’re one hell of a performer.”
“Thank you.”
“I also want to say that your little performance left something memorable behind.”
She gave me a puzzled look. “What are you talking about?”
I leaned in close, my voice dropping. “Let’s just say I could tell how wet you were, and my pants didn’t dry quickly.”
Her hand slammed against her mouth. “What?”
“I’m just saying, in all the shows we’ve done together and the number of times you’ve rotated those hips while in my lap, never have you left anything behind. But this time, you did, and I have zero complaints about it.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nah, I’m not. So, whatever he did must’ve been pretty damn fucked up to make you go that hard.”
“He keeps playing in my face with this acting shit,” she blurted. “I don’t know if you saw it or not, but he was recently caught at some restaurant with Nimah Watts. They work together.”
“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “I mean, I haven’t seen the video, but I’ve heard of them working together.”
“Right. Well, they were holding hands and shit, which isn’t something I’m cool with. So, since he wanted to pretend like hewas oblivious to the things that we’ve discussed, I decided to do a littleactingof my own. Unfortunately, he didn’t like it.”
“I see.”
“You know,” she said, frustration dancing in her eyes, “I just feel like it’s a fucked up double standard. The nightclub situation isn’t the first time he’s felt some type of way about me as a performer. While we were on tour, this idiot would send me messages of clips he’d seen online from the show. He always made it a point to let me know that I needed to tone it down. Oh, and before that, he gave me a hard time about music videos I was in, telling me that I was doing too much. Even though I was doing all of the same shit when we met. But none of it seemed to be a problem then.” Her hands fell into her lap. “It just doesn’t make sense to me. Our definition of being supportive isn’t the same, and honestly, I’m sick of it.”
“So dump him.”
“What?”
“You heard me...dump him. There’s no point in wasting your time with someone who doesn’t understand you and what you do.”
