The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [30]
Carter smiled at her jealousy. They barely knew each other, yet she was already staking her claim.
“Don’t be like that.” He scooted his stool closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I’m only interested in one woman in this room.”
She smiled, but scooted her own stool away from him. “I don’t want to have to fuck your girlfriend up, so don’t start no shit,” she said seriously.
“That flip lip you got don’t suit you, ma. I’m gon’ have to grow you up.”
“Oh, really. I can’t wait to see you try to do that because a man can’t change anything that I don’t want him to. I’ma do me, regardless. I most definitely ain’t changing for a nigga that already got a chick.” Miamor turned to see Breeze walking toward them. “Here comes your girlfriend. You better make sure she acts right.” Miamor faced the bar and sipped her strawberry daiquiri.
Carter shook his head as he watched his sister approach. He definitely wasn’t impressed by Miamor’s feistiness, but he liked a challenge. He knew that it wouldn’t take long for her to fall in line, so he let her smart mouth slide for the moment.
“I just got a phone call from Mommy. I told her that we’d do take-out and bring dinner home,” Breeze stated when she walked up.
“That’s fine with me, but first I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. Breeze, this is Miamor. Miamor, this is my sister, Breeze,” he said with a wicked smile.
Miamor, an embarrassed expression on her face, cut her eyes at Carter. He had let her sweat and show her jealousy, when all along he was with his sister. She smiled and shook the girl’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Breeze.”
“You too,” Breeze replied.
Carter stood to leave and didn’t say a word as he walked away from Miamor and headed for the door.
No, this nigga didn’t. Miamor watched his back as he made his way through the crowd.
Carter stopped at the hostess’ desk and wrote a note to Miamor. He asked the hostess, “Can you hand this to the young lady at the bar?” handed her a twenty-dollar tip, and then left out behind Breeze.
The hostess tapped Miamor’s shoulder. “Excuse me, miss.”
“Yes?”
“The gentleman that just left asked me to give you this.” The hostess dropped the folded piece of paper on the bar.
“Thank you,” she replied as she eagerly opened it.
Meet me at the end of the South Pier tonight at midnight. Don’t front like you ain’t coming, ma. Do yourself a favor and be there. I want to get to know you, Miamor.
Carter
PS: Dinner is on me
Miamor smiled as her friends reappeared at the table.
“What did he say?” Robyn asked.
“Nigga didn’t say nothing,” Miamor said. “He came over here to tell me that chick is his sister, that’s all.”
The friends resumed their conversation, and Miamor threw in an occasional comment to make them think that she was paying attention, but her mind was on Carter. She was definitely going to the pier that night. She checked her cell phone to see what time it was and immediately started counting down the minutes until she saw Carter again.
Chapter Seven
Only God can judge me.
—Miamor
Miamor stood nervously at the end of the pier. Goosebumps covered her arms as the mist from the turbulent ocean blew onto the pier and sprinkled her with light kisses. Looking out on the water, she watched the waves as they washed up onto the shore. The white foam that they created was the only color she saw as she stared out into the black night.
“What are you thinking about?” Carter asked.
The sound of his baritone voice caused her to jump slightly, and she turned around to greet him. “You,” she replied as she looked up at him.
Carter took in her feminine essence as his eyes scanned her body. She wore a mocha-colored wrap dress that stopped mid-thigh. It fit snugly around her voluptuous frame, revealing one shoulder and her toned upper back. Her thick thighs and lean legs glistened under the moonlight, and her hair was swooped to the side in an elegant bun.
“You look nice.”
“Thank you,” she blushed as she wrapped her arm in his, and they began to walk toward his car. “So tell me where