Page 44 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

I glanced over my shoulder.

“Yeah, she does.” I smiled. “Thank you, miss lady.” I winked at her, leaving out feeling like a mothafuckin’ king.

That shit was scary, but the look on Suki’s face made me realize that this might be better than I thought.

City picked me up with a chauffeured car. He helped me into the car and wouldn’t even let the chauffeur help. There was a large bouquet of roses on the seat, waiting for me. I mean, he did his biggest one. We went to Marcel’s, one of my favorite restaurants. He listened.

He sat across from me like a transformed man. His locs were pulled back into a low ponytail. He was clean-shaven and moisturized. In a satin long-sleeve shirt, black slacks, and black loafers, he looked so fucking good. He gave off an expensive street boss.

He let me order the wine because he wanted me to have my way.

“I don’t know how to do this shit, so bear with me,” he said.

I’d never seen City nervous before, but he was. His eyes kept shifting around the room. Anytime he saw a person sitting straight, and he’d adjust himself too. If their arms rested a certain way on the table, he followed. And honestly, he got an A for trying for me.

I giggled.

“You do it all the time. This time in a more upscale setting.”

He shook off the jitters. Literally.

“Damn, you look fine as hell.”

I brushed my hand down my bone-straight bundles. “Thank you. When a man buys you Versace with Giuseppe’s, you gotta do it right.”

I glanced down at my dress.

He went all out. I’d been on a high all day. When he showed up to the shop with bears, roses, chocolates, and designer bags, I almost jumped on him right then and there, but I had to keep it cool. I can’t let these bitches see me happy because they’ll do something to make me mad.

“I’m glad you like it. I almost thought I was doing too much,” he confessed.

“For me? Never. You know I like it. And even if it was too much, I’d still wear it just because you got it for me.”

I felt like I’d said too much. He had me feeling way more comfortable than I realized.

He nodded. “Hell yeah.”

“And I must say that you look handsome too. We complement each other.”

He brushed off his sleeve. “Rayzor helped me get this shit together. You know I’m a street nigga, so jeans and dressing is more my speed.”

“You should do it more often.”

“I might. You gon’ give me a reason to?”

The waitress brought over the wine.

“I might,” I flirted back.

Things got quiet for a second while we decided on food. City looked over the menu like it was foreign, but I knew it wasn’t because he wasn’t knowledgeable. I’ve seen him eat gourmet meals iced out with slugs in his mouth. He was being careful with his choices tonight.

“What’s your favorite thing here?”

“Want me to order?”

He gave me a casual look, knowing that he had to trust me.

“Yeah. You do it.”