Diary of the Mistress
Chapter IV
Our eyes were locked together; I was unable to look away, my heart deep into the pit of my stomach.
He knew.
It was impossible for him not to, he had witnessed everything. Sweat formed on my forehead as I maneuvered through the large crowd of people, stopping at the edge of the bar, only a few feet away from Chris.
I tapped my hands on the bar top, the bartender all the way at the end, tending to another customer. Looking to the side, Chris was still staring at me, his expression blank, only making me feel more anxious.
My eyes focused on the side of Chris’ face, only to see Abraham behind him wrapping his arms around Kim and pulling her onto the dance floor.
“You’re fuckin’ your boss, huh?” He shouted, a large piece of ice in his mouth.
I lowered my brows, pushing my bangs from my eyes. “Excuse me?” I leaned over, acting as if I didn’t hear him.
I knew exactly what he said, I just wish I didn’t.
“I said you’re fuckin’ your boss, right?” Chris put the small glass of liquor to his mouth, downing it and pressing his lips together.
Chuckling mostly from nervousness, I quickly shook my head no. “Oh no no, we were just going over some business stuff.” I lied, my hands trembling against the modern glass bar top.
I wanted to walk away from him, far away, and forget this ever happened. But I couldn’t, I would look even more suspicious, so I stood there watching as he full pink lips turned into a smirk.
“You ain’t gotta lie. Y’all screwin’, no big deal.” He chuckled, lifting his hat up some and fixing it on top of his curly hair.
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, becoming more irritated with him. He was an asshole. The bartender finally made it towards my end of the bar, looking up at me with his large orbs. “What can I get for you?” He asked, his thick black curls perfectly falling down.
“A water, please.” I flashed him a quick smile. My eyes couldn’t help but to watch as Abraham danced with Kim in the middle of the dance floor, her arms snaked around him, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
Turning back around, the bartender placed a glass in front of me, quickly walking back towards the line forming at the end of the counter . I brought the glass to my lips, the cold water sliding down my dry throat, my body instantly cooling off in the hot club.
“Let’s dance.” Looking over to my side, Chris’ 6’2 frame towering over me, his large hand extended.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I frowned, placing my glass down. “No thank you.” I dug into my clutch, feeling for my cell phone, searching for any type of distraction or excuse to get me away from him.
He didn’t seem to get the hint, his large body still standing in front of me, his eyes burning a hole in my face. “Look either you can dance with me or look like an idiot while he plays you out there with his wife. You pick.” Chris acted as if I had no other option, as if he was doing me the favor.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I hated to admit it, but Chris was right. I looked like the idiot, watching as he flaunted his marriage in my face, only to sneak around later tonight for my company.
“Fine. Just one dance.” I mumbled, standing up straight and grabbing my clutch before walking ahead of him. Once in the center of the dance floor, I felt Chris’ strong hands around my waist, slowly turning my body around to face him.
He didn’t bother to smile, my hands locking around his neck as we moved to the slow song. I felt myself staring at him, I hadn’t noticed how gorgeous he was until now. The dim lights cascaded perfectly on his bright yellow skin, his thick brows complimenting his large brown eyes. I stared at his full pink lips, admiring the sprinkles of freckles on his face.
He was so beautiful, but I didn’t want him to know that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
My heart pounded in my chest, his fingers gripping tight onto my hips, slowly rocking them back and forth. The music began to switch into another song, my cue to leave. I slipped my hands off and around his neck, taking a step back.
“Thanks.” I smiled, looking up into his chocolaty eyes.
Chris’ arm quickly wrapped back around my waist, pulling me back into him. “One more dance.” He mumbled, turning his red snapback forward.
“I can’t.” I sighed, pulling away from him.
“Ju-.” Chris was cut off by the bright spotlight moving to the top of the club, the loud music now low as the microphone made a loud screeching noise.
Everyone on the dance floor turned their attention to the top of the banister, Abraham appearing, his yellow skin glowing under the bright spotlight.
“Hey, everybody.” Abraham said with his smooth yet raspy voice, quickly scratching his beard before speaking again. “Thank y’all for comin’ out tonight to welcome our newest member to the family, Tyga. This kid is going to change the whole game, at least y’all can say you partied with him first.” Abraham chuckled, grabbing a large bottle of liquor and shaking it up. Uncorking it, he let the alcohol pour down into the crowd, a mixture of groans and cheers in the audience.
Abraham raised the bottle up, a large smile on his face as he pulled Tyga under his arm, shaking him a bit. “To Ty!” He flashed his flawless smile, letting Tyga take the first gulp of whatever was in the large bottle.
My eyes followed Kim as she waltzed over to Abraham, wrapping her arms around his neck. I have no right to be upset when I see them being affectionate, but as being the woman he sneaks around with, I naturally am.
He did this to me; it takes two people to cheat, so don’t just blame me.
I watched as he kissed his wife, his hands sliding down to her butt and gripping it tightly. I couldn’t help but think back to where his hands were less than thirty minutes ago, on me. Huffing, I quickly turned around, rushing through the large crowd towards the exit.
I rested on the bench in the front of the club, the entrance dark and private, the perfect place for me to sulk. My foot tapped against the floor, anger rising with every minute that passed.
Why am I such a fool?
Hearing footsteps approach, I quickly wiped my eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Yo, you good?” Chris’ sexy voice asked, his tall body hovering over me.
Quickly forcing a smile on my face, I looked up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied, clearing my throat.
“I mean if you’re not, I get it. You fuckin’ the nigga and he brings his wife on stage, he’s an asshole for that.” Chris said, he honestly has no filter.
I didn’t know whether I wanted to slap him or agree with him, being that he was telling the truth. Standing to my feet, I held tight onto my clutch as I turned towards the door.
“Thanks for checking on me, I’m just going to go home.” I mumbled, grabbing onto the large brass door handles and pulling it open to expose the dark sky.
Walking out onto the sidewalk, my heels hitting against the ground echoed throughout the empty street, not one person in sight. I placed my purse underneath the pit of my arm, my body shaking as the cold night air swept past me.
“Aye.” Chris hollered, the sound of his large gold chain jingling as he jogged to catch up to me. “Damn, slow down.” He mumbled out of breath, my hesitantly feet stopping as I waited for him.
“Yes?” I said, pushing my hair from my face, my orbs locked on his lips as he quickly licked them.
“I can’t let you walk home or wherever you going in the dark. Let me give you a ride. I can’t have you getting murdered on my conscious or nothing.” He sighed, turning around and walking back in the direction towards the club.
I stood there, unsure if I wanted to take a ride from this stranger. All I knew about him was his name, he was a friend of Tygas’ and he was fine as hell. Not enough for me to be riding alone with him.
Someone speeding past me on a skateboard jolted me from my thoughts, a loud yelp escaping from my lips.
“You coming or not?” Chris hollered, my eyes darting around in the dark to see his bright yellow body on the other side of the street.
Cursing under my breath, I rushed across the lifeless street, slowly inhaling the fresh air. My eyes dropped as I noticed what Chris was standing next to, strapping a helmet onto his head.
“This is your car?” I asked, looking at him and then back at the all black motorcycle.
“Well it’s actually a motorcycle, but yeah it’s my ride.” Chris scoffed as if I just asked the most foolish question in the world. Mumbling to himself, he pulled off another helmet hooked to the back of the bike, handing it to me. “Put this on, I don’t want a ticket.” He said before throwing his long leg over the bike and climbing on. The engine was loud as he revved it up, Chris sliding black leather gloves onto his hands before gripping onto the handles. “Look if you’re not getting on, then give me my helmet back. I got shit to do, you know?” Chris snapped, sliding down the glass eye protective on his helme and turning back around.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my hair down before sliding the helmet over my head. “Where do I put this?” I asked, my voice muffled as I held up my clutch.
Chris huffed as if everything I did annoyed him, standing up from the bike and snatching it from my hand. He slid into some compartment, shutting it and looking up at me. “Anything else?”
Shaking my head no, I watched as he climbed back onto his bike, scooting forward some to make room for me. Taking one last breath of fresh hair, praying that it wouldn’t be my last, I held onto my dress and slid onto the back of the bike.
I rested my hands on Chris’ broad shoulders, loud noises escaping from the motorcycles as he revved the engine up again. Before moving, Chris grabbed my hands, sliding them down his chest and pressing them there. “Keep them there if you don’t want to die.” He simply said before moving forward on the bike.
I dug my fingers into his chest, my nose buried into his t-shirt as I inhaled his intoxicating cologne. I didn’t know what to expect, my heart beating fast in my chest. All I wanted was to make it home safely, in one piece.
My throat ached from all the screams and cries that fell from my lips, the cold air crashing into my skin as we zoomed down the pitch black streets. Stopping at a red light, I heard Chris’ voice, my arms locked tight around his torso.
“Yo, where you live?” He asked, turning his head to the side so that I could see the bridge of his nose.
“32nd Street.” I hollered through the thick helmet, the light turning green and Chris quickly speeding through it.
My tonsils burned as we pulled up in front of my building, Chris parking on the side of the street and turning the bike off. A part of me didn’t want to let go of him, his hard body felt heaven sent pressed up against mine.
Holding down the front of my dress, I carefully climbed off, attempting to keep my undergarments hidden as I stood to my feet. I pulled the helmet from my head, using my fingers to tame my wild hair before handing it to Chris.
“Here you go.” I mumbled, trying to meet his gaze, but he didn’t bother to look at me. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I pressed my lips together, turning around to walk up the steps. “Well, thanks for the ride.” I sighed, hoping that he would say something.
Anything.
But he didn’t. I was somewhat disappointed as I trudged up the few steps towards the front door of my building, the sound of his husky voice making my heart race increase in an instant.
“Wait, Ashton.”
Turning around, I fought back the urge to smile, quickly walking down the steps to meet him at his bike.
“Come here.” He mumbled, the glass over his eyes lifted so that his brown orbs were exposed; only making my heart weaker.
Walking closer to him, I held my breath, wondering what he would want with me.
“Here.” Chris placed my clutch into my hand, pushing the glass back down over his eyes and turning his bike on.
Feeling like a fool, I rushed back towards the door of my building, Chris speeding off before I could make it up the stairs, the fact that he didn’t even bother to wait for me to get inside safely made me dislike him even more.
He’s an asshole.
Why does he have to be a sexy asshole though?
My throat burned and ached the next morning as I gargled with warm water, hoping that it would be a quick cure for this annoying pain. Sitting the small cup in the cabinet, I closed the door and walked out of the bathroom. Luckily I didn’t have work today, my plan to stay in bed all day ruined when loud bangs echoed through my apartment.
Walking over towards the front door, I peeked my head out, holding onto the bottom of my t-shirt to cover up my thighs.
“Are you going to let me in or what?”
