A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

xiv. downtown

tahiri

PART TWO — DATE

The two of us arrived downtown and went near the oceanside. Our date was outdoors.

"Ok, over here isn't as hot." Logan stated, setting a basket and blanket down, she took care of our affairs. I hated not being able to contribute, but... she wanted to cosset me.

"You like it or should we move?" Logan asked, looking at me. "Here's fine." I answered. "It has sufficient shade."

A bird better not shit.

Logan removed food and snacks from the basket, I watched her, curious. "You want to fatten me?"

"You can take some home, I cooked."

"Oh? I'm tasting the chef's cooking?" I asked, smirking. "Yes, now sit down."

I was astounded and did as told.

"I made chicken tacos." Logan added, handing one to me. "I want honest feedback."

I took a bite and nodded, liking it. "This is flavorful, the meat's so tender." Logan cheesed and ate a taco with me.

"You don't like seafood?" I asked. "I do, but not shellfish. I hate to even touch it when I'm at work, crustaceans are rancid."

"Oh." I mumbled, disheartened. "I love shellfish." Logan halted. "I should've cooked some."

"You're too considerate."

"Is that bad?"

"It's rare." I stated. "I'm a lover, one of a kind."

"I like that." I declared. Logan smiled at me. I'm starting to feel her... a bit more. "Is there tissue?" I asked.

"Yeah." Logan looked into the basket. "Oh, fuck, I left them on the counter."

"It's fine, there's a store over there." I stood. "You need some cash?" Logan asked. "I have some." I told her. I crossed the street and went to the corner store. I strolled down the aisles and found tissue.

The moment I turned around, I crashed into someone, a store worker. He looked at me.

"Tahiri?"

I clocked who he was.

"Um, hi." I said. "You cool?" He asked, scanning me to make sure I had no inflictions.

"I'm fine." I said, moving back. He looked astonished. "You look even better now."

Marquise works here? He was into music and wanted to make hits with his men, he even had his own record label. It's insane how much can alter within months.

"You're still a douche, I see." I told him.

"Bro, shit ain't the same no more, I lost the label last month, our music went to hell, there was a whole cocaine bust on one of the artists, the feds were involved, shit wasn't cool, the studio was raided and I didn't even do shit, some of the men were incarcerated. I lost a ton of hard earned cash."

Gosh, no wonder he's been harassing me with texts, he wanted someone to ease his mind.

I'm not the one for that.

"Oh, that sucks." I said, uninterested. "It does, man." He shook his head. "You were a star to me. You held me down when shit was tuff. I miss that, I wish we could start anew."

"And where's Rochelle?" I asked.

This motherfucker cheated on me and now he wants me back? Hell no.

"Bro, that hoe don't want me no more." He answered. I scoffed. "You need to tell her that shit, not me. I don't care."

I left Marquise inaudible. He doesn't need me and I don't need him. He needs to move on.

I'm blocking him now.