Page 17 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“You stole my last name and got ghost. Don’t think you gon’ succeed twice.”
Oh shit.
Chapter 7
Mercedees
Iwas too high and too confused to do anything in that moment. His voice instantly registered and so did his touch. My body was more than familiar with this man and that factor alone was beginning to sober a bitch right on up. It didn’t help that he smelled so fuckin’ alluring. He had my attention; I couldn’t lie.
Nudging him in the stomach with my elbow, I stepped out of his grasp and quickly turned around to get a good look at him. The strobe lights wasn’t doing him any justice but even under those all you saw was how goddamn fine he was.
Damn Cedees. Is this him?
I took him in from head to toe and phat ma immediately formed a heartbeat. It was clear she knew what this man could do. That night was a blur in Vegas but the way he fucked me was never forgotten. You could see his Black features clear as day, but those Asian ones were just as present. His hair was loose, wild, and curly while his beard was clean and trimmed. The ice that dripped around his neck to the ice that strangled his wrists complimented his look of the night. It didn’t help one bit that he was dressed in all black as well.
Shaking back, I had to get myself together and realize he’d just had his hand around my throat. I didn’t even play like that, not ever.
“Don’t ever put yo’ fuckin’ hands on me. Nigga are you crazy?” I shouted gaining more attention than a little.
All he could do was smirk and nod. His response caught me off guard even more. “Yeah, I am. Too bad you ain’t know that when you got in bed with a nigga, huh?”
“I’d hate to body yo’ ass on my birthday. I don’t fuckin’ know you and whatever happened in Vegas needs to stay there. If you are the ignorant muthafucka that marry bitches just ‘cause you see them, then you need to be following me to the courthouse to get this shit annulled right now.”
“Aww, ain’t that cute. You and Clover share a birthday. Damn, I guess she really is yo’ better half, Scar. I’m ‘bout to step out right quick and call Pops though. I know he can’t wait to hear this,” the nigga who kept calling me Clover voiced. He was loving this shit. You can tell he was entertained by his brother’s bullshit. They favored a lot in the face, so him casually throwing in that they were related wouldn’t have mattered.
Before he could walk away, Akira snatched his ass up with the quickness. “Ashaun don’t play with me. My best friend business ain’t nobody else’s. I don’t give a fuck if it is yo’ daddy you calling.”
“If you ain’t trying to let me smell yo’ morning breath, I suggest you get yo’ hands off me beautiful. I play ‘bout a lot of shit, I really do… but please don’t put yo’ hands on me. That kind of shit turn me on, Mama. I’ll have yo’ ass bent over that railing calling my name with joy,” the nigga I now knew as Ashaun stated.
I couldn’t lie; bestie was being threatened with a good time. His response caused her to let go of him just as fast as she got a hold of him. You could see the nervousness in her eyes as well.Apparently, she was leaving out more than a little details of their last run in.
However, my problem was with his brother, not him. Saying something to him wouldn’t make a difference. I gave my attention back to the man of the hour. Coming in at five feet eleven inches, I was a pretty tall woman. I was used to the men in my life towering over me, so when I stepped to him to close the small gap between us, I was cool. No intimidation surfaced.
“Fuck what they got going on. Scar, is it?” I questioned already irritated.
He chuckled saying, “You ain’t a business transaction so nah, it ain’t. Maybe if you would’ve stuck around you would know it’s Arion.”
Arion. I like it. It fits you.
The way his gaze traveled along my frame delivered chills down my spine. It was as if everything we did that night was flooding his brain at this very moment. I knew it was happening for me, and finally I could put a face to the voice that kept asking me to cum for him repeatedly. Being this close to him for a second time had me on the fence of doing just that again.
“Look, what we did was truly some Vegas shit. All I need you to do is agree to get this shit annulled, and we don’t ever have to see each other again. I’m being real fuckin’ nice ‘bout this right now. Bygones can be bygones,” I said trying to be reasonable.
It was my birthday and all I wanted to do was get tore down with my family. Going back and forth ‘bout some shit that can easily be resolved wasn’t on my agenda for the night. Glad I found him, but I was over this entire ordeal. I was completely comfortable with losing my seat at The Oath as well. I never wanted it to begin with.
“Happy birthday Mrs. Greek. Don’t cut a nigga for not knowing. I’ll have something for you by morning.” Hecompletely ignored what I said and acknowledged me as his wife instead.
Arion Greek. Noted.
“Nigga, did you not hear me? We getting this shit annulled, and I mean that. I got way too much to lose to be tied in with a nigga that got less than me,” I snapped.
That nonchalant ass smirk he carried the entire time we’d been standing here quickly faded. I offended him and it showed. From welcoming to cold was how fast his demeanor switched up on a bitch.
“I promise you whatever lil’ shit you got in yo’ bank account ain’t fuckin’ with mine. Lucky for yo’ pretty ass, I ain’t a selfish nigga. What’s mines is yours. That is when you accept this marriage.”
Not two hunnid million dollars being lil’ shit to you. Who the fuck are you nigga… for real?
“Accept this marriage? Arion, this some fluke ass shit and you know it. We had a good time in Vegas. Th?—”
