urge to drink took over her. All she wanted was a chilled glass of Grand Marnier.
Willow made her way to the open bar as the images of the womanâs life they had just taken haunted her brain. The woman didnât even know what she had died for. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
âHennessy straight up,â a voice bellowed next to Willow as she sat down on a stool at the bar, her heel tapping the floor to the beat of the music.
Damn, Willow thought to herself as she eyed the chocolate thug next to her. Their eyes met as he smiled at her, exposing his perfect smile. Willow was impressed by his appearance; a dark-skinned man dressed in all white made her pussy wet, especially since it was designer.
She eyed him once more as he took sips from the cold cocktail glass that the bartender set in front of him. She watched his lips as she wondered what all he could do with them. His hands looked strong as they held the glass and it drove Willow crazy.
âAnd what can I get for you, pretty lady?â the bartender asked Willow as he gave her all of his attention.
âSheâll have Grand Marnier, straight up,â the chocolate gentleman said as his thuggish charm intrigued Willow.
âIs that so?â the bartender questioned.
âWhat the fuck did I just say?â the man snapped, feeling disrespected.
âComing right up.â The bartenderâs face turned bloodshot red.
âIf that motherfucka spit in my drink, thatâs your ass,â Willow said, never looking in his direction.
âNo, if dude spit in yoâ drink, thatâs his ass. Ya mean? All men are accountable for their own actions.â He took another sip from the light-brown liquid in his glass.
âAgreed.â The bartender set a glass in front of her. âSo what made you think that this would be what I wanted?â she asked as she sipped through the straw.
âI know the difference between a woman who would enjoy a forty, and one who would enjoy the taste of Grand Marnier. Seeing that the bracelet around yoâ wrist cost you about one hundred fat boys, Iâm sure you never had a forty in yoâ life.â He took a sip of the Hennessy as he undressed her with his eyes.
âYou would be right.â Willow rubbed her fingers through her hair.
âSo what does the tattoo of that locket on your ring finger mean?â He looked down at her soft, moisturized hands.
âItâs not worth talking about,â she lied. âSo what is a man like you doing in Hawaii?â she asked to change the subject.
âIâm working,â he said with a sly grin, âIâm on a job.â
âWhat kind of job is that?â
âThe kind that pretty women like you wouldnât understand because it involves getting my hands dirty.â
âYouâd be surprised.â She stood up, drinking the last of the liqueur through the straw, leaving small traces of her pink lipstick on the tip. âDonât judge a book by the cover. Iâm sure whatever you do is a walk in the park next to my profession.â She smiled and walked away.
âWait,â he walked after her, âI didnât get yoâ name.â
âThatâs because I didnât give it to you.â
Willow exited the building as she eyed the blocks for Kail. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned about the surprise that she and Kail had given Mahina and Gino. She didnât need anyone to remember her face. She looked backward out of the corner of her eye as the man from the bar walked up on her slowly. She smiled as she continued piercing down the dark searing streets.
âIâm Craig,â he said as he stood directly next to her.
âWillow.â
âSo do you have a nigga?â
âNo, I do not.â A Range Rover with Kail driving pulled up and put her mind at ease.
âIâm only in Hawaii
Willow made her way to the open bar as the images of the womanâs life they had just taken haunted her brain. The woman didnât even know what she had died for. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
âHennessy straight up,â a voice bellowed next to Willow as she sat down on a stool at the bar, her heel tapping the floor to the beat of the music.
Damn, Willow thought to herself as she eyed the chocolate thug next to her. Their eyes met as he smiled at her, exposing his perfect smile. Willow was impressed by his appearance; a dark-skinned man dressed in all white made her pussy wet, especially since it was designer.
She eyed him once more as he took sips from the cold cocktail glass that the bartender set in front of him. She watched his lips as she wondered what all he could do with them. His hands looked strong as they held the glass and it drove Willow crazy.
âAnd what can I get for you, pretty lady?â the bartender asked Willow as he gave her all of his attention.
âSheâll have Grand Marnier, straight up,â the chocolate gentleman said as his thuggish charm intrigued Willow.
âIs that so?â the bartender questioned.
âWhat the fuck did I just say?â the man snapped, feeling disrespected.
âComing right up.â The bartenderâs face turned bloodshot red.
âIf that motherfucka spit in my drink, thatâs your ass,â Willow said, never looking in his direction.
âNo, if dude spit in yoâ drink, thatâs his ass. Ya mean? All men are accountable for their own actions.â He took another sip from the light-brown liquid in his glass.
âAgreed.â The bartender set a glass in front of her. âSo what made you think that this would be what I wanted?â she asked as she sipped through the straw.
âI know the difference between a woman who would enjoy a forty, and one who would enjoy the taste of Grand Marnier. Seeing that the bracelet around yoâ wrist cost you about one hundred fat boys, Iâm sure you never had a forty in yoâ life.â He took a sip of the Hennessy as he undressed her with his eyes.
âYou would be right.â Willow rubbed her fingers through her hair.
âSo what does the tattoo of that locket on your ring finger mean?â He looked down at her soft, moisturized hands.
âItâs not worth talking about,â she lied. âSo what is a man like you doing in Hawaii?â she asked to change the subject.
âIâm working,â he said with a sly grin, âIâm on a job.â
âWhat kind of job is that?â
âThe kind that pretty women like you wouldnât understand because it involves getting my hands dirty.â
âYouâd be surprised.â She stood up, drinking the last of the liqueur through the straw, leaving small traces of her pink lipstick on the tip. âDonât judge a book by the cover. Iâm sure whatever you do is a walk in the park next to my profession.â She smiled and walked away.
âWait,â he walked after her, âI didnât get yoâ name.â
âThatâs because I didnât give it to you.â
Willow exited the building as she eyed the blocks for Kail. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned about the surprise that she and Kail had given Mahina and Gino. She didnât need anyone to remember her face. She looked backward out of the corner of her eye as the man from the bar walked up on her slowly. She smiled as she continued piercing down the dark searing streets.
âIâm Craig,â he said as he stood directly next to her.
âWillow.â
âSo do you have a nigga?â
âNo, I do not.â A Range Rover with Kail driving pulled up and put her mind at ease.
âIâm only in Hawaii
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