Fatal Addiction [discontinued]

Chapter 3

August

I slightly shook her and said 'wake up' because we finally arrived at this Japanese restaurant.

I feel like a sugar daddy, spoiling this girl I barely knew with shit. But you don't see girls like her in the hood. Plus, her pussy was one of the best, whether she was high or not.

She looked around and rubbed her eyes, getting them adjusted to the light I presume. I got out and walked over to her side, opening the door for her.

She walked out slowly, looking around as if she didn't belong here.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"My favorite Japanese place, it's so good." I licked my lips just thinking about it. She chuckled and replied with, "I like your accent."

I flashed her a quick smile and led her into the restaurant. We waited until some tables were free and I'm telling you, a nigga was getting too impatient. Especially since I smell all this good food.

Once we were seated, I watched as she looked over the menu in confusion. 

"What the fuck is this?" she pointed to something on the page.

"Haha, it's squid."

"Ew," she replied while sticking out her tongue in disgust. I laughed and told her what I recommend.

"Nah, I'm just gonna get some shit that I know I'm going to eat."

I shook my head in agreement and waited for the waiter to get to our table. It felt like they were taking ages so I just started up a conversation and by the time the waitress got there, India was dying laughing.

"Hey August, is this your sister?" the waitress asked causing me to look up. Man, I know this bitch. We used to talk or whatever but that hoe was crazy. India flicked her off and rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh hell nah, I want another damn waitress." I said looking around for her manager. 

"Whatever," she walked off.

India got up and started to walk away but I followed after her. Grabbing her arm, I slightly yelled, "Where the hell you going?"

This bitch had the nerve to slap me.

"Yeah, I wonder how many bitches you bring here." she rolled her eyes and turned back around but I grabbed her again.

"Man, it ain't even like that. That hoe just mad because she was all on my dick and I didn't want her," she smacked her lips and looked down, "I want you though."

She blushed as I lifted up her chin and pecked her lips.

"Now can we sit back down?" I intertwined our fingers and led her back to the table.

"Oh," I bent down close to her ear and whispered, "don't you ever put your hands on me again." I rubbed her clit as she slapped my hand away, looking up at me with anger. I chuckled and sat down on the other end.

We finally got a new waitress, ordered, and our food was delivered in about 5 minutes. She licked her lips and looked down at her food hungrily.

As soon as she picked up her fork, she dug in leaving me smiling because I can tell she was hungry as fuck.

"Mmm," she moaned, savoring the taste of her food. 

"Here, you want to taste the shrimp I got?" I asked, scooping up some shrimp and dipping it into the sauce. She nodded with a big smile on her face as I slowly let the shrimp enter her mouth.