Free Torn by Keisha Ervin

standing there." He looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes.
    "Next time just pay a little bit more attention."
    "How about I make it up to you. Let me buy you a drink.
    What you drinkin'?"
    "I was about to get a glass of Hpnotiq."
    "Alright, I got you."
    "Thanks but no thanks. I'll buy my own drink." Mo played him by pulling out a fat knot of bills from her purse.
    "Damn, you doing it like that? Shit, you need to be the one buying me a drink," the guy joked, showing off a perfect set of thirty-twos.
    She knew he was a baby but for some reason, Mo couldn't help but be attracted. There was something very sexy and alluring about him. He was tall, rough and rugged, just the way she liked 'em. His skin was a mesmerizing shade of caramel that reminded her of sweet butterscotch candy. He stood six feet and weighed a buck seventy. Low cut, sleepy brown eyes, dimples, kissable lips, mustache and chin hair made up his facial features. A Chinese tattoo stood out on the side of his neck begging to be kissed, while plenty more tattoos decorated his arms. If I wasn't engaged, this lil' nigga could most definitely get it , Mo thought as she, too, eyed him up and down.
    "What's your name, sweetheart?"
    "It's Mo, and before you ask what kind of name is Mo, my real name is Monsieur. But everybody calls me Mo," she answered.
    "Calm down, shorty. I wasn't gon' even ask you that, but thanks for tellin' me."
    "My bad. I'm sorry. I'm known for having a smart mouth, so excuse me."
    "It's cool. Just tone it down a bit." He checked her.
    Thinking no he didn't just read me , she asked out of curiosity, "How old are you?"
    "Twenty."
    "Twenty? Oh hell no," Mo chuckled in disbelief. She knew he was young, but damn!
    "Why, is that a problem? 'Cause I would hate for an age difference to ruin our relationship." He got in her face, invading her personal space.
    "We don't have a relationship, sweetie." She laughed at his forwardness.
    "Oh, so it's like that? I was planning on making you my wife."
    "Oh, really?"
    "Yeah ... and since you all up in my business, how old are you?"
    "Twenty-six."
    "Word, you look sixteen."
    "Cute."
    "Look shorty, frankly I don't give a fuck about ya age, and neither should you. You fine as hell and I'm tryin' to get wit you, so quit being so insecure and give me your number."
    "First of all, I'm far from insecure and secondly, even if I wanted to talk to you, I couldn't." "And why is that?"
    "'Cause I'm already someone's wife." She flashed her seven carat diamond ring.
    "Yo, is that real?" He picked up her hand and examined her ring. "'Cause that muthafucka lookin' mighty cloudy. I don't see no blue streaks in it or nothing."
    "Boy, if you don't get out my face, I will slap you." Mo laughed. "Do I look like I wear fake rings?"
    "Yo, you don't even want me to answer that, but check it, didn't I see you pull in with that '82 Honda? And don't even lie
    'cause I saw you. As a matter of fact, that's why I followed you in here, 'cause I know you gon' need a ride home later."
    "Lil nigga, not only is my ring real, but the car I drive is so muthafuckin' fly and expensive that yo' illiterate ass probably can't even pronounce it. And not only that, but my man will come up in here and squash yo' little bitty ass so please do us both a favor and get the fuck out my face."
    "Yo' man ain't gon' do shit but stand back and admire the way I got you all up in my face smiling," he shot back, getting into her personal space.
    Am I smiling? she thought. Damn, this lil' nigga do got me smiling.
    "Yeah ... okay ... lay off the drinks, playa. You gon' fuck around and get me shot up in here." She laughed, trying her best to seem unaffected by his powerful presence.
    "Listen ... since you tryin' to be so hard, let me put it to you like this then, lil' mama ... it's written all over your face that you're feelin' me. And I know it's obvious that I'm feelin' you, but your mouth is fuckin' ridiculous, so when you get it together ... you come find