Page 4 of Fervor
“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.
She gave me a slight smile, then extended her hand. “It was nice to meet you, Mister Moore. I look forward to keeping you on track with your dental wellness.”
I took her hand in mine and felt the heat in our touch. “I look forward to that shit too.”
She frowned and slowly slid her hand away from mine as a smirk formed on the dental hygienist’s lips. I wasn’t the type of nigga to bite my tongue, so it was amazing I had been able to in this instance. What I’d just said was mild as hell compared to all the shit running through my mind to say. Had I said everything, she would have put me out of here. I could already see that she would be a hard one.
I liked that, though, because I was sick of dealing with ratchet ass females. I could deal with ghetto, but ratchet hoes never wanted nothing for themselves. They were looking for a damn come up by being with a hood rich nigga. I wasn’t the one they needed. The streets raised me, and I didn’t put up with bullshit. I had no bounds when it came to getting a muthafucka out of my face… permanently.
That was why I needed a fresh start. Muthafuckas who knew the old version of you didn’t let you forget who you used to be. They didn’t understand change and progression. I’d changed for the better. I didn’t want to die an old man still in the streets hustling. I made the most of my time out there… saving money, gaining power and confidence, and learning how shady people operated, which I kind of knew that already from seeing how Mo operated. He was a shady and grimy ass nigga.
I’d heard the stories. There was some shit circulating on the streets, though, about who killed his ass. I didn’t give a fuck about him being killed. So, if Vegas killed him, I’d shake his fucking hand for doing Houston a favor.
After the hygienist finished with my sealants, she smiled. “Just don’t eat anything for thirty minutes to an hour, and you’re good to go, Mister Moore.”
“Thank you, Missy. Call me Harlem.”
She smiled big as I stood, towering over her. She couldn’t have been much over five feet. Being that I was six feet, four inches tall, I towered over a lot of people. As I made my way to the front, I nearly knocked Yunique Mott over. I grabbed her, circling my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. The tremble I felt go through her wasn’t imagined. Her eyes met mine. “My apologies, Doctor Mott.”
She quickly slid out of my arms and nodded, practically speed walking by me. I licked my lips as I watched her until she disappeared into a room. I had to have her. That flawless, dark skin looked moisturized with the best products out there. It looked soft and hydrated, and I wanted to indulge so badly.Damn!She had me stuck. All that natural hair piled on top of her head was begging for me to pull it while I was hitting her pussy from the back.
Regaining my composure, I continued to the front desk and scheduled my next appointment, which I was sure I would forget about. “Do y’all send out reminders?”
The receptionist chuckled. “We do… a week in advance and the day before.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“Thank you, Mister Moore. Have a great day.”
I nodded, and as I walked out, I saw a Barbie doll looking chick walking in. She looked like Yunique, maybe a shade lighter. She was fine as fuck too. If they were making them like this in Florida, then a nigga was in the right place. She smirked at me and walked inside. I gave her a head nod and licked my lips then let the door close behind her.
As I walked to my car, I heard someone say, “You ogle my woman again, I’m gon’ fuck yo’ scary ass up.”
I frowned hard and turned to see who was talking to me like they knew me. When I saw Vegas, a smile broke out on my face. “Nigga, fuck you. What’chu doing out here?”
He chuckled. “Visiting. This was where yo’ ass ran to?”
“Let me set the record straight. I ain’t run no-damn-where. I relocated to start over after I left the game. You know how muthafuckas are. They don’t ever let you out completely.”
“Tell me about it. I done had to make a few moves since I pulled out of that shit.”
I nodded. “So what’chu doing at the dentist office? Your lady know my dentist?”
“That’s her sister.”
I nodded repeatedly. “I figured as much. They look alike. You came to Florida and scooped her up, huh?”
He gave me a smirk. I didn’t know what that shit was about. He looked away for a minute, then said, “They from H-Tine, nigga. Yunique moved out here for school and just stayed.”
“No shit?”
He nodded repeatedly with that same smirk on his lips. I looked around for a minute, then turned to him and extended my hand. He frowned slightly, but then slapped it and pulled me to him in a half hug. That was different. We never had that type of friendship. Maybe we would now, since I had gotten out of all that bullshit.
“So you still got trucks running back home?” he asked.
“Yeah, I do. I’m thinking about getting some out here too… dump trucks though.”
“That’s what’s up. Give me your number. Maybe we can hook up while I’m here, and you can be around Yunique outside of her professional space.”