something
there, between us, but I understand you’re not the commitment type.”
“Tally—” He growled out her name, but she cut him
off before he could finish.
“I can make you feel ten times as good as any of
those other whores you sleep with.”
He stood so forcefully that his chair slammed
against the wall. He heard the sound of buzzing needles stop, and glanced to
his side to see Naggie and Ziggy looking over at him, and then at Tally. Naggie
knew about what he and the other woman had done, but it wasn’t because Cadeon
had told her. She had walked outside and seen him banging her, but that wasn’t
why Naggie had narrowed eyes trained on Tally. Naggie was not a fan of the
woman, not after Tally had come onto her boyfriend at a bar a few months back.
Drama followed Tally like some kind of lost dog, and no matter where she went
or who she interacted with, that fucking drama was with her and rubbed off on
everyone.
“Do you want an appointment, or not?” He wasn’t
about to be baited into having this conversation. It had been months since they
had done anything, and he would have liked to say he was drunk when he had
fucked her, but he couldn’t even use that excuse. He had just wanted to get his
dick wet, and because of that shit he was now being stuck with Tally hounding
him for something he wasn’t about to give her.
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes on him. It
was clear she was pissed that he wasn’t about to get into that with her. “Fine,
what do you have open with Ziggy this week?”
He brought up Ziggy’s schedule on the computer and told her what was available. After she was set up
he told himself he’d have to make himself scarce when she came back. He didn’t
want to deal with this shit again. He busied himself with his work again, and
didn’t look up until he heard the bell ding again at her departure.
“Come on, Cadeon.”
He looked over at Naggie. She was glaring at him.
“What?”
“You know what. You need to tell that tramp to quit
coming in here.”
He looked over at the girl Naggie was about to
pierce, but the woman was busy on her cell. The client with Ziggy had a smile
on his tattooed face. At least someone found this shit amusing, but that didn’t
mean Naggie needed to be talking about it in front of customers. “Naggie, this
really isn’t the time or place to talk about this.”
“ Pfft . That tramp needs to
get a life.” Naggie turned toward her client, and Ziggy did the same.
Cadeon leaned back in his chair and stared at the
ceiling. His cell vibrated, and he looked down. The way his pulse increased at
the sight of Stella’s number flashing across his screen should have made him
feel like some kind of pussy-whipped adolescent. But he didn’t feel that way,
and he dared anyone to tell him otherwise.
Chapter Seven
Stella shouldn’t have been so nervous, but she was,
terribly so. She had called him earlier today after not getting in contact with
him for the last couple of days. It wasn’t that she was purposefully trying to
avoid him—not really—but she had done a lot of thinking. Since leaving the
tattoo shop and having Booshie follow her home, she had realized that this
really hadn’t been just a onetime thing with Cadeon. But the one time he had
called her was to leave a voicemail giving her aftercare instructions. She had
been trying to think about how she was going to tell her dad about this,
because it was going to seem like she had been lying to him about not wanting Cadeon.
She may have wanted him, but when she had gone to see him it really had been
strictly about the tattoo. But she hadn’t told anyone yet, because she knew she
had to talk to Cadeon and see where he actually saw this—whatever this was—going between them. If he only
wanted her on the side as a piece of ass then she would need to tell him that
she wasn’t even going to go there with him. She wasn’t a club whore, and if she
agreed to something like that then she
there, between us, but I understand you’re not the commitment type.”
“Tally—” He growled out her name, but she cut him
off before he could finish.
“I can make you feel ten times as good as any of
those other whores you sleep with.”
He stood so forcefully that his chair slammed
against the wall. He heard the sound of buzzing needles stop, and glanced to
his side to see Naggie and Ziggy looking over at him, and then at Tally. Naggie
knew about what he and the other woman had done, but it wasn’t because Cadeon
had told her. She had walked outside and seen him banging her, but that wasn’t
why Naggie had narrowed eyes trained on Tally. Naggie was not a fan of the
woman, not after Tally had come onto her boyfriend at a bar a few months back.
Drama followed Tally like some kind of lost dog, and no matter where she went
or who she interacted with, that fucking drama was with her and rubbed off on
everyone.
“Do you want an appointment, or not?” He wasn’t
about to be baited into having this conversation. It had been months since they
had done anything, and he would have liked to say he was drunk when he had
fucked her, but he couldn’t even use that excuse. He had just wanted to get his
dick wet, and because of that shit he was now being stuck with Tally hounding
him for something he wasn’t about to give her.
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes on him. It
was clear she was pissed that he wasn’t about to get into that with her. “Fine,
what do you have open with Ziggy this week?”
He brought up Ziggy’s schedule on the computer and told her what was available. After she was set up
he told himself he’d have to make himself scarce when she came back. He didn’t
want to deal with this shit again. He busied himself with his work again, and
didn’t look up until he heard the bell ding again at her departure.
“Come on, Cadeon.”
He looked over at Naggie. She was glaring at him.
“What?”
“You know what. You need to tell that tramp to quit
coming in here.”
He looked over at the girl Naggie was about to
pierce, but the woman was busy on her cell. The client with Ziggy had a smile
on his tattooed face. At least someone found this shit amusing, but that didn’t
mean Naggie needed to be talking about it in front of customers. “Naggie, this
really isn’t the time or place to talk about this.”
“ Pfft . That tramp needs to
get a life.” Naggie turned toward her client, and Ziggy did the same.
Cadeon leaned back in his chair and stared at the
ceiling. His cell vibrated, and he looked down. The way his pulse increased at
the sight of Stella’s number flashing across his screen should have made him
feel like some kind of pussy-whipped adolescent. But he didn’t feel that way,
and he dared anyone to tell him otherwise.
Chapter Seven
Stella shouldn’t have been so nervous, but she was,
terribly so. She had called him earlier today after not getting in contact with
him for the last couple of days. It wasn’t that she was purposefully trying to
avoid him—not really—but she had done a lot of thinking. Since leaving the
tattoo shop and having Booshie follow her home, she had realized that this
really hadn’t been just a onetime thing with Cadeon. But the one time he had
called her was to leave a voicemail giving her aftercare instructions. She had
been trying to think about how she was going to tell her dad about this,
because it was going to seem like she had been lying to him about not wanting Cadeon.
She may have wanted him, but when she had gone to see him it really had been
strictly about the tattoo. But she hadn’t told anyone yet, because she knew she
had to talk to Cadeon and see where he actually saw this—whatever this was—going between them. If he only
wanted her on the side as a piece of ass then she would need to tell him that
she wasn’t even going to go there with him. She wasn’t a club whore, and if she
agreed to something like that then she
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