Free Cartier Cartel by Nisa Santiago

experienced such chivalry. Most of the
boys she grew up with couldn't spell or ever heard the word chivalry. That
one act had already placed Ryan above the guys she had dated before.
    "When I saw you I was mesmerized," Ryan stated on the ride to the
restaurant. "I was like, 'I gotta get to know shorty.' "
    "I didn't even know you were checking for me. I thought you were
checking for my homegirl"
    "Which one? The skinny, Indian-looking chick?"
    "Yeah, her. But she's not Indian, she's black."
    "Yeah, yeah, I know who you talking about. But nah, I didn't even see
shorty. All I saw was you. You were wearing the hell out of those jeans."
    Cartier giggled and was totally consumed by Ryan's compliments. She
couldn't remember the last time she'd blushed. "When you stepped to me I
was thinking how sexy you were. I knew you weren't from Brooklyn"
    "What gave me away?"
    "Your blowout," Cartier said with a smile.
    Ryan looked at himself in his rearview mirror and then profiled to see
each angle. He knew he was eye candy and few women, if any, could resist his
charms. "Yeah, most girls think this is a good look"
    "Most girls? How many do you got?" Cartier asked, with a half-hearted
smile.
    "I don't got none at the moment, but I see one that I definitely want."
    "Oh really?" Cartier said coyly.
    "Umm hummm. And she's sexy as hell. And she has the perfect lips ...
can you kiss?"

    Cartier waited until they stopped at a red light, then leaned over and
kissed his soft lips. His tongue game was perfect. He was a man who knew
how to kiss. The kiss wasn't too wet, and he teased her with just enough
tongue. He wasn't one of those brothas who forced his tongue down your
throat. Cartier felt all tingly inside as she pulled back and relaxed into her
seat.
    Ryan's dick immediately got hard as he put his hand over it and adjusted
his boxers. "Damn, ma, you see that shit?"
    How can I miss it? Was what she wanted to say. His dick was bulging
through his loose-fitting jeans and she was impressed. Instead of speaking,
she just giggled.
    "You got a nigga all hard just from your kiss. I see you dangerous and I
gotta watch out for you."
    She wanted to say something about that too, but once again, she just
played it off.
    Cartier liked the chemistry between her and Ryan. Both had expressed
in the car how nice it would be to get fucked up on wine or hard liquor at the
restaurant.
    "Cartier," a voice called. Cartier searched the crowded tables and her face
lit up when she saw Monya. She was waving her hands wildly in the air and
gesturing for them to come over.
    Cartier looked to Ryan. "That's my best friend, Monya. Can we sit with
them?"
    "It's all good," Ryan said as he addressed the waiter. "Can we sit at that
table?" pointing to the table next to Wise and Monya.
    Wise and Ryan gave each other a head nod, while simultaneously closely
examining each other's bling. They were both iced out with platinum watches
and rings, and dressed neatly.
    "I can't believe we both ended up at the same restaurant," Cartier
exclaimed. She took off her mink jacket and both men's eyes quickly darted toward her big ass.

    This moment didn't go unnoticed by Monya. A shot of jealousy surged
through her body. She was tired of Cartier showing off her body. Why don't
the bitch just sign up for a strip club and jump on a pole?
    Cartier enjoyed the moment. She stood for several seconds, letting Ryan,
Wise, and others in the restaurant get an eyeful before finally retiring to her
seat. She knew how to play the game.
    "I know... what a shock to see you," Cartier began. "Hi Wise." Wise gave
her a head nod in return. Cartier could clearly see he was in a sour mood.
"Wise, this is Ryan. Ryan, Wise."
    Both men exchanged nods again.
    Ryan leaned over and whispered in Cartier's ear, "Damn, you're trying
to give a nigga a heart attack tonight in that outfit." He then put his hand on
Cartier's thigh and squeezed.
    Monya watched with envy as the two lovebirds