4. Kayori #2
“I didn’t get your name beautiful,” a deep baritone from behind me startled me a bit.
The music was loud so to communicate you had to come close to the person you were talking to.
Turning around to give the stranger my attention, I noticed it was the same guy from the VIP section.
He was very thuggishly handsome. If I was into thugs, I would have taken him more seriously.
He had neat straight-back braids. His skin was black and flawless.
Dark chocolate is what he was. When he talked, I noticed his diamond grill.
He smelled good and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to give him my time since I would be here for another hour or so.
I refused to go back into the section with Praise so I made small convo with him.
“My name is Kayori and you?”
“Don baby.”
He licked his lips and picked my hand up and kissed it.
“I’m gon’ cut to the chase though. You fine as fuck and I want to get to know you outside of this club.”
Taking his phone out, he unlocked it and handed it to me.
Were all the men in Vegas so cocky? Smiling, I punched my number in for the hell of it.
I knew we wouldn’t get far. We had a good conversation and he was a gentleman.
He bought me more drinks, we hit the dance floor, and made it back to the bar.
That’s when I realized I was tired and ready to go.
“Well Don, I’m going to head outside and get some air and wait for my best friend in the car. My feet hurt and I want to rest before I start my new job with your friend Praise.”
Standing to my feet, I fake yawned and grabbed my clutch purse as he stood as well.
“Praise? Oh, you talking bout that nigga Beast? We not friends shorty. I’m just a private investor in some of his business ventures. I handle real estate and accounting.”
I was surprised that he sounded legit, which was an extra plus for me. A businessman with no street activities was good enough for me.
“Okay Don, well call me.”
I flirted with him as I walked out. When I made it outside, I felt good to feel the fresh night air. The club felt stuffy as the hours passed by.
“You look nice Kayori.”
When I turned to my left, Praise was posted up on the wall hitting his cigar. His bodyguards stood around him looking in every direction except for us.
“Thank you Praise. Nice to see you here.”
He nodded his head and stared at me intently.
“Why you cover your scars?” He asked as if he was curious. I took offense to it a little as I gave him a look that said please mind your business. “You look better with them, see you Monday.”
The cocky bastard walked away before I could respond.
I stood there blushing and feeling foolish at the same time.
My phone vibrated and it was a text from Don that made me smile.
It was a simple text, stating to let him know when I made it home safe but I appreciated it nevertheless.
Vegas was already starting off interesting to me and I couldn’t wait to see what all it had in store.
Walking to the car, I replayed Praise’s words.
As much as I despised the cockiness about him, I found myself ashamed to admit to myself that I was attracted to him.
It was a struggle for me to make eye contact with men because a part of me felt ugly sometimes.
With Praise, he demanded my attention, forcing me without telling me to look him in the eyes.
There was something deep about him, a story to tell or something he was battling.
Besides those cold gray eyes, something bothersome was in them.
When I looked back at him, his eyes were already on me.
We stared for a couple of seconds at each other.
It made me uncomfortable because he refused to break eye contact forcing me to turn my eyes away from him.
I didn’t want to make things weird. I simply wanted to do my job, get paid, save up, and get far away from him.
I slipped inside of Lay’s car happy to be away from him and his intense stare.
I warmed up her car and waited patiently for her to bring her ass on.
Fifteen minutes passed and I looked around only to find her up against her man car with him between her legs making out like high school sweethearts.
I couldn’t do nothing but smile. My girl deserved to be happy.
She had been through some tough shit and she still managed to smile through it all.
I scanned the area with my eyes and admired Vegas.
It was a busy place and also beautiful on the eyes.
Everywhere you went close by or on the strip, had bright lights.
I loved lights especially when they were multicolored.
Me and Meshalay lived in a high-rise condo overlooking all these beautiful lights.
I had my own room, yet I still liked sitting in the living room with my laptop at night writing the new book I was currently working on.
Writing was my scapegoat for my actual reality.
Not that I lived in a fantasy world but in some of my characters, I somehow lived through them.
They made my pain go away. I put the confidence that I wish I had in them.
My eyes scanned back to the front of the club as I rolled the windows down to get some fresh air in.
I noticed Praise standing back in the same place from when he mentioned my scars.
My stomach grew tight. I watched him talk to his guards and smile at what one of them had said to him.
That was the first time I took note of his beautiful smile.
It reached his eyes and his pink full lips did something to me as he tugged at the bottom of his beard.
I watched a beautiful redbone woman walk right into his arms as he kissed her neck and grabbed a handful of her ass.
She blushed hard and so did I, wishing it was my ass that was grabbed.
It’s been so long since affection found its way to me, I sometimes yearned for it no matter how hard I tried to run from it.
Screeching tires pulled everyone’s attention as a drop-top Benz pulled up all on the sidewalk.
When I saw who it was, I leaned my seat back and stared on the low.
I didn’t want my boss’s baby momma to think I came to the club to see her man outside of business hours.
I needed my job and also no drama in my life.
I continued to watch the scene in front of me once I was positive, I could not be spotted.
“Why the fuck you ain’t at home with my daughter, Quanna?” Praise’s voice boomed so loud I heard him clear I was a good distance away from him.
“Fuck all that! Who the fuck is this bitch while you got a whole family at home Beast!”
I cringed at the name she called him. It was such a dark name for a handsome guy like Praise.
His jaw clenched as he moved the pretty redbone behind him to protect her from Laquanna’s rage.
From there he talked low, too low. It disappointed me because I couldn’t hear what he said.
His eyes had a darkness in them as he talked with his eyes piercing at her.
She folded her arms across her perfect breast that sat up with no bra.
She was ghetto fabulous but beautiful as hell.
Her skin glowed as the Rollie chains she had on her neck shined bright.
The gold complimented her skin tone. Her hair had silver clips holding it together because she had it wrapped with no scarf.
She got out of the bed to track his ass down.
Now that’s a crazy woman in love. She had black silk shorts on with a black silk top.
Every time she tapped her foot on the pavement, her ass jiggled.
He nodded to his bodyguards and two of them made a regretful face but complied with approaching her. That’s when all he broke loose.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me! Beast are you serious my nigga? They better not fucking touch me!”
He shook his head, grabbed the redbone’s hand, and walked away calmly.
He scanned the area and we made eye contact, making me feel foolish.
I looked like a spy, a nosey one at that.
My eyes got big as he smiled at me and winked, continuing his stride.
He wasn’t affected by his baby mother screaming making a fool of herself.
“Bitch when I catch your yellow ass alone, I’m gon’ fuck you up hoe.”
By now, his guards got aggressive making sure they held her down against the car while Praise got inside of his Range Rover and sped away.
They held her for five more minutes giving their boss the advantage of getting a good distance before they let her go.
She tried attacking them and they ate those hits up unbothered.
They were used to her acting this way by their demeanor.
She huffed and puffed and sped away like Cruella DeVille, causing people to move and jump out of her way as she drove like a maniac.
I couldn’t do anything but shake my head.
That was my warning from God to stay away from Mr. Praise.
Men like him mesmerized women, made them feen for them, and couldn’t promise you nothing more than a good nut, plan b’s, and wishing you could have them to yourself.
He was cocky and he knew he was fine as hell.
He was straightforward. He didn’t take me as the type to lie or make a woman believe he would remain faithful.
At this point, Mr. Praise was giving me Future vibes.