Page 18 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Cutting me off, he nodded saying, “A damned good time.”
Releasing a deep breath, I realized I was becoming discontent. I just came to have a nice night out. He was making this very difficult to do so. “The point is, we enjoyed Vegas. I don’t know you, don’t care to know you, and don’t give a fuck to ever see you again. I can get this shit annulled myself due to intoxication and that be that.”
“I’m utterly confused as to why a stranger wants to stay married to someone he doesn’t know from a can of paint. That shit don’t seem weird to you?” Kira inquired. She was asking the million-dollar question fa sho’.
“Clover put that pussy on him and now he can’t walk away. I’m so glad we found you sis’, please take him home with you. I’m so goddamn tired of his ass, it ain’t even funny,” Ashaun voiced, shaking his head.
Ashaun was comical but now wasn’t the time for all that. I just wanted to get this over with. Arion wasn’t giving in to the annulment and much like Akira, I was confused as to why. We had a one-night stand that resulted in a marriage that neither one of us agreed to. Us not being at the courthouse by now was what was genuinely upsetting me and my homegirl.
“Ashaun, stop calling me Clover. My name is Mercedees. Secondly, I’m not taking home no nigga that I don’t know. Why won’t you just agree to the shit, Arion?” I shouted. I was at my wits end with this shit.
“I ain’t got to agree to a bitch ass thing, Mrs. Greek. You fail to realize not only did you steal my last name, but my goofy ass brother also witnessed that shit. Let him tell it, a nigga was in love that night. Obviously, I saw something worth locking down,” he replied giving my body another onceover.
“Muthafucka, you saw Don and a bad bitch with a pussy of gold. We were in Vegas, please let that shit go. Look, this my last time asking nicely. After that, you gon’ give me an annulment one way or another.”
Nodding, he said, “Let’s do the latter. In the meantime, sit down and enjoy yo’ birthday, Ma. This might be yo’ last one,” he threatened.
“Excuse me?”
“Sit the fuck down, Clover!” he shouted startling me and everyone else in the section. For the first time in my life, I followed a man’s instructions that wasn’t family. I instantly copped a squat on the edge of the sectional. I was anxious and unsure of what to do next. He squatted in front of me and this time, his tone was lower. Gently grabbing my hand in his, he said, “That was rude as fuck, so I’m apologizing. I have a low tolerance for bullshit. Maybe if I introduce myself again, you’ll understand what the fuck going on.”
His focus was solely on me. There were plenty of women that filled the section. Those there for a good time, those there to snatch a baller, and those throwing ass to pay rent. His gaze never left mine, that didn’t go unnoticed.
“No need. I heard you the first time, Arion,” I said putting a stop to his lil’ rant.
“And you gon’ hear me again. You married a nigga so what the fuck you think ‘bout to happen? Let me ask you this though. You a PK?”
“A what?” I asked in confusion.
“Preacher’s kid. The life I live ain’t nowhere near holy and corrupting you ain’t on a nigga agenda. I got a lot more shit to do before I go to OG for forgiveness.” He stopped speaking long enough to take me in from head to toe once more. I couldn’t deny how much that night looped while he did so. “You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Greek. Happy birthday my love.”
Sincerity was on his tongue, but I was having a hard time taking him serious. We didn’t know each other, but he was speaking to me as if we’d just done years together. The way he was looking at me said he wanted nothing more than to devour me. Let’s not forget, he’d held onto my hand from the moment he squatted in front of me. I didn’t know what to expect.
“Stop calling me that. For all we know, Ashaun can be lying. He looks like the type that lies for free,” I commented, sending death glares his way.
“He is, but he ain’t lying ‘bout this. If he said you’re the thief, then I believe him. The judge gon’ give us ninety days to test run this thing before that annulment you so pressed about is granted.”
Chuckling, I corrected him with, “Six weeksmy love. I’m a resident of Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“That shit don’t make me no never mind. You ain’t leaving a nigga so what we talking ‘bout. I had one marriage in me, andalthough you robbed me of it, I’m not letting it go. Get used to me, Mama. Now that I know my wife ain’t Ursula, I’m cool. You are a beautiful woman, Clover, that most definitely got it going on,” he complimented wearing a look of approval.
His compliment caused me to blush. I didn’t know why it did, but it had my goofy ass cheesing as if I didn’t know this already. He apologized for his rudeness like a man and offered gentle gestures. He knew what being a gentleman was all about and he gained a little respect for that. I finally removed my hand from his and pierced those dark brown eyes with mine. Not once did my body reject him and that made me feel like he could get away with nibbling at my physical satisfaction once more.
“I’m not doing anything other than meeting you at the courthouse. This was a mistake and regardless of what the fuck you say, us staying married ain’t happening.” Standing, I looked down at his fine ass and took deep breaths. It ain’t make no sense how goddamn sexy this man was. He remained squatted down in front of me but gave me the eye contact I deserved. He was softening me up without realizing it. “Happy birthday, Arion. I really hope you enjoy it.”
He was on his feet before I had the opportunity to walk away. With his arm circling my waist, he replied with, “Take a shot with me before you go and maybe I will.”
“Boy what?” I asked with dipped brows. The last time me and this mandranktogether, we got married. Us and liquor didn’t mix.
“He said take a shot. Please take it, Anna Mae. I don’t need him showing his ass in here tonight or the crazy nigga really is going home with you. Here,” Ashaun chimed extending a shot in my direction.
I instantly locked eyes with Arion. I didn’t play that hitting shit. The only time I beat a nigga with no understanding was if it was a requirement for the job. Regardless of having my familyin my corner, I wasn’t trying to test a man to see how it felt to be tore out the frame.
“Crazy? Yes. Ike Turner? No. Hitting women is sucka shit. I wouldn’t want my mama, sister, or future daughter to go through it, so I refuse to create that kind of karma. Plus, I prefer beating that golden pussy up instead,” he stated with a sly grin appearing seconds later.
Rolling my eyes, I threw back, “You wish you could taste this pussy again.”
“Grant it then. After all, it is a nigga birthday.”
