“Man! I Feel Like A Woman”
“I like a man who looks like a bad boy but knows how to treat a woman like a queen.” – Candice Swanepoel
Seeing Matrix in thatelevator with Mouse triggered something inside me. Once again, a man I liked was into her. Oh, he thought he hid it, but I could tell. He always had a thing for Mouse. I saw it with my own eyes every time he looked at her. That was the reason I avoided going out with him for so long. I thought he would have gotten over his infatuation once she gave birth to Ace’s daughter, but I see now it was still there. However, I also knew he would never cross the line because she was the president’s ole lady. Plus, she only had eyes for Ace.
Regardless, I still blamed her for messing up my love life. The first man I ever loved was so enraptured with her that he ended up kidnapping and raping her and killing her father. He had paid the ultimate price for falling for the wrong woman, especially since I was right there waiting for him to come to his senses. I knew it wasn’t logical, but I blamed Mouse for his death. Sure, he was the one to do all that evil shit, signing his own death warrant, but it was her womanly wilds that made him lose his shit.
Why did every man I showed interest in seem to like her better? Especially when they knew she was off limits. She had been the bane of my existence since I was a child. Everyone loved the cute quiet girl with the big eyes and shy smile. Nobody was checking for the loudmouth chick with the big hips who changed her hair color every other week. Demure was not in my vocabulary. I lived life out loud and gave zero fucks about who disapproved. That was the major issue between me and my parents, especially my father. But that’s a story for a different day. Right now, I had a sexy biker to seduce and convince that he wanted me more than he did Mouse.
I walked into the parking lot expecting to see his Harley, wondering how I was going to get my plump ass up on it in this tight ass dress. Well, Matrix sure shocked the shit out of me when he walked over to a custom tricked out classic 1971 Plymouth Cuda. The lime green paint job with black rear quarter panels took my breath away. This was my father’s favorite car of all time. He would kill for a ride in this baby. I looked at him in amazement when the alarm chirped, and he opened the passenger door for me to slide in.
“This thang got a Hemi?”
The pleasure that showed in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. Not only was this his pride and joy, he was the one who restored it.
“Why yes she does. Let me introduce you. This is Vivian. She’s my girl. Vivian, meet Sharon. She’s my new side chick.”
The mischievous grin on his face made me want to bite his bottom lip. Something strange was taking over my body. I was in a state of arousal that I had never known before. Matrix looked like sex, walked like sex, sounded like sex and smelled intoxicating, making me think of sex. But it was more than the physical attraction. He made me feel special, something no other man had ever done, not even Bear. I wanted Matrix more than I had ever wanted any man before. Damn. What was he doing to me? I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Here he was in a tailored designer suit, opening doors for me and talking to me like I mattered. He even looked at me like I was the only woman around. At the moment, I was, but that’s not the point. He made me feel worthy, and I liked it very much.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Vivian. You have a lovely name, and your body is banging. I am looking forward to being your sister wife.”
Matrix laughed as he made his way around the car and got in. He looked at me with a gleam in his eyes, and I melted right there on Vivian’s front seat.
“That was cute, Sharon. You get me. I appreciate that. Are you ready to eat? The place I picked is perfect for a first date. I think you’ll love it.”
He licked his lips, and I swear I heard a voice, possibly Vivian’s, telling me to attack him. I leaned over and took his mouth in a passionate kiss. I attempted to put my tongue in his mouth, and he pulled away. That was a first. Had I read him wrong. He had been shamelessly flirting with me for months. I thought for sure he wanted me. Why else would he have asked me out?
“Sorry.” I moved away from him, pulled on my seatbelt and looked out of the window as he started the car and drove us toward the restaurant.
“Sharon, I don’t ever want you to be sorry for wanting me. In fact, I encourage it. However, if I would have allowed that kiss to continue, I would have taken you right here in Vivian. That’s not how I want our first time to happen. Okay?”
“Sure, no problem.” I pouted. My insecurities were written all over my face.
“Don’t take it personal, woman. You know I want you. I am just trying to respect you. Got it?”
I nodded my head, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Was I so wild and out of touch with reality that I had forgotten how it felt to be respected? I guess I was. The men I dated were usually in it for the sex. There were never any pretenses. They would ask, I would say yes or no, and then we would move forward. I don’t think I had anyone really want to wine and dine me since before I left New York. Changes... I needed to make some changes in my life.
We arrived at this upscale restaurant by the water. When Matrix told the hostess he had reservations for two under Hirano, I almost fainted. It had been many years since I had been in a place that nice. I was surprised that he even knew he needed to make reservations. My first impression of him was the tag along buddy of the class clown. He and Baby were always joking around causing havoc all over the clubhouse. This was a new, more sophisticated side of Matrix, and I think I liked it. No, I was sure I liked it... a lot.
“Sharon, you ready?”
His voice pulled me out of my head. I walked in front of him following the hostess to our table. It was perfect, right next to the window so we could see the harbor and the sailboats at the dock.
“The view is beautiful. Did you ask for a table by the window?”
“I did. I know you like boats, so I thought this would be a nice surprise for you.”
“Who knew good old Matrix could be romantic? I think I like it.”
“Get used to it, but there’s one thing I need you to do for me.”
“Maybe,” I teased. “It depends on what you need.”
He smiled and gave me that sexy ass look that made my panties melt. Whatever he was about to ask of me, he was going to get a yes. I licked my lips seductively as I waited for him to continue. He leaned forward and stared me in the eyes. Those luscious lips parted, and I swear I hear the angels singing. I tried to focus on what he was saying. Shaking my head, I heard him plea with me.
“Can you call me by my given name? Just for tonight. I want to feel like you are taking me seriously. Matrix is my club name. I would like for you to call me Meydad.”
Aww shit! I never knew his real name before. It was just as sexy as he was. Meydad... yeah, I could just hear it echoing in the room as he brought me to climax. Meydad, Meydad, Meeeeydaaaaaaad! Damn, I needed to get a handle on my hormones. I collected myself and shot him a suggestive grin.