Fiction Series: Playing With Fire - Chapter 1
“So, what the fuck are you saying?” Enrique is sitting just on the edge of his chair, leaning forward. He runs his hands down his face before rubbing them together. “…and don’t bullshit me because you know I can fucking read you, baby girl.”
I lick my lips tasting Taraji’s Viva Glam. I play with the pendant on my Le Marché des Merveilles necklace. “The fuck is wrong with you tonight? I asked you a question.” He’s growing impatient. Every time he asks I get further away from telling him the truth. Damn, why did he have to wear that fucking Chanel? His sexy ass. His scent, the fucking fitted black tee, and that damn flawless ass chocolate skin. I stutter a little. “I’m saying… I’m saying, I’m done.” My hands are shaking as I look at the only man I’ve ever loved---until now. “I know it’s kind of sudden. I---“
Enrique laughs, throwing his head back. “You don’t mean to hurt me? I’ve fucking known you since high school. I’ve been with you since high school. High school, Novia!” He yells his last statement but composes himself when he notices people beginning to look our way.
“That’s why I’m telling you in person. I’m telling you because I don’t want to string you along. I’m telling you because---“
“Nah, fuck all that. Must be some other nigga.” His eyes are planted firmly on me as I press the pendant of my necklace to my lips. “Novia. Look at me.” I release the pendant and look up at him. “Talk to me.”
“It’s not anybody else. I’m just trying to focus on God and myself. That’s it.” I lie.
“Shit, we can go to church together. Granny been trying to get me to confess my sins.” He’s laughs but he is very serious. I knew breaking up with him wouldn’t be easy.
“Rique, I really just need time to myself. I want to glow up, travel… you know, see the world.” I fold my arms across my chest and lean back in my chair. As I cross my legs Enrique moves his chair closer.
“You know damn well you shouldn’t have brought your ass out the house looking like this.” He licks his lips as he uses both hands to pull my chair in between his legs. When I’m close enough he runs his hands up my thighs and massages his favorite part of me with his thumbs through my dress.
I let him for a moment and then brush him away. “Rique. Focus, please. I’m being serious.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t move his hands. “Fine. What you mean glow up? Travel? I’m confused because a nigga been had you in designers. Shit, I put you in a Range before you had a license.” He pulls me closer. “Tell me where you want to go. I’ll take you.” The low rumble of his voice sends heat rushing through my body. “Tell me, where you want to go?” He licks his lips.
I let out a sigh. “You don’t get it. It’s about growth. It’s about me doing things for myself. Rique, I’ve depended on you since I was 15. I’m going to be 30 in a few months. I feel like I don’t even know myself.”
He leans back and studies my face. “You not serious, right?”
“Nah, you trying to play me? After 15 years… I knew this little school shit would be a problem.” Enrique pushes his chair back. He’s growing visibly angry.
“What does that mean?”
“I mean I knew you going back to school for whatever the fuck it is you going to school for would be a problem!” His voice is getting louder. “You heard what the fuck I said. You trying to play me.”
“Nah, fuck that. We ain’t done. You ain’t---“
Suddenly, there’s a voice behind me. “Novia, is everything okay?” I look back to see him standing there. He’s wearing an Italian, six-button tailored suit in navy. His hair is tousled in a bun at the top of his head. “If so, we should be leaving.” He checks the time on his Cartier.
Enrique looks at me baffled as I stand. He stands with me. “We good over here.” Enrique pulls me behind him possessively. “Who the fuck are you? How do you know my girl?”
He smirks and extends his hand towards Enrique. “I’m Nuri.”