The Coldest Winter Ever Read Online Free PDF

pissed. I knew my perfume had to be working. I dabbed it on extra so when I got up close my scent would suck him in. Hell, I had on 18-karat gold earrings and 1-karat diamond studs, much more than that two-dollar, 10-karat hoe I heard he had been kicking it with had. I didn’t want to go off. The bottom line was I wanted him, so I’d have to play it cool, make sure I pull him in just right.
    I said sweetly, “What do I want?” I touched his hand with mine, looked him dead in the eye, “Oh, I want it all.”
    He pulled his hand back like I had a disease and slowly and coldly spit back at me, “Well, that makes you like all these bitches in here, now, doesn’t it?”
    Rage ripped through my chest as it became clear that I wasn’t even a consideration of his. Hell, he acted like I wasn’t even a woman. My mind automatically flipped to Santiaga, who I know would have ripped out Midnight’s tongue for even talking to me like that.
    Then, like a gypsy, Midnight, reading my thoughts, said, “What, gonna tell Daddy? I’m my own man.” He turned and walked away.
    I felt so played I didn’t even want to turn around toward my girls. I’d have to tell my whole crew that I got dissed like I was a piece of shit. I just tightened up, put on my Brooklyn ’tude, grabbed the next nigga standing close to me, and started to dance. I was gonna move with fury, let Midnight know what he was missing. I handed my Coach bag to my girl and started shaking my ass all the way to Alabama, using this dumb fuck dancing in front of me like a prop as I tried to catch Midnight’s attention again. My body was shaking and sweating as anger and desire fought it out. Yes desire, ’cause I was definitely turned on. The lighting situation made it hard for me to catch Midnight’s eyes. At the point that my body wanted to collapse fromexhaustion I saw Midnight looking in my direction and heading my way. Smiling to myself, I thought,
I know I’m a bad bitch.
    I knew he would come back.
    As he got closer I realized he was signaling to his man who was standing behind me. He snatched him up and they left the club.
    Later that night our crew was walking back to the PJs. I was feeling down but looking unaffected. We were joking, bugging, talking about people, when a spanking new, jet black, gleaming Acura with rims pulled up alongside us. We all stopped to look at what I calculated was a fifty-thousand-dollar car with forty-five hundred dollars in rims. The automatic window on the passenger side dropped down. Midnight was behind the wheel doing what he does best, looking good. I wasn’t gonna play the sucker role and assume he stopped for me. I had done that already tonight. So I stood in the pack with my girls. He must of known he could of called any one of us over to him and not one of us would of stopped to consider the others. All of us were probably doing the same thing, imagining ourselves in the passenger seat of that car, which just increased in value as I checked the soft white leather interior and wood paneling.
    “Winter!!” he called my name with a roughness that made me want to just hop on his dick and go buck. “Get in.”
    I don’t remember walking to the car or nothing. I felt like I was just transformed or teleported right into the seat like I was on
Star Trek
or something. I turned to the side. The automatic window was up. Midnight was pulling his finger off the control button. I saw twenty-eight eyeballs glued to the side of my window, staring in my face. They was my girls but they were jealous. All I could think was,
yeah that’s right. What did you expect? Or have you forgotten? I’m the queen of this ghetto!
As the window closed I could hear Natalie’s voice saying, “Are you staying at my house or Aunt Laurie’s?” I didn’t respond, just thought to myself, hopefully neither. As we rode my confidence grew slowly. I decided he was just tryna flip the script on me, play hard to get. It didn’t matter though, he came back