Chapter 2
A’yanna Joseph
Friday, The Next Day
I’d be damned if I wallowed in misery because of two nothing ass individuals.
Nope, I had every intention of living my best fucking life, fuck them.
Natalie, one of the few bitches I was cool with, told me about a pool party she was going to, and she wanted me to come.
She mentioned something about it being a celebration for something.
I half listened as I debated about going or not.
I partied so much in college, now I preferred to stay home rather than being around a bunch of annoying niggas and hating bitches.
If I was going to spend my money, it was going to be on a bomb ass vacation somewhere.
I wanted to call Zaylee, but she had her hands tied dealing with her ex-nigga she swore she was done with.
But I knew otherwise. Mikael and her loved each other too much for them to be able to just fuck around.
Especially since she’d been booed up with him the last few weeks.
Not wanting to ruin her rekindled joy she was experiencing with my drama, I figured I could wait to catch her up at a later date.
Besides, I needed to get out of the house, I might as well enjoy this pool party.
Maybe I could find Will’s replacement here.
“I can smell money in the air. These got moneyyy!” Natalie happily said as she wound her hips to the beat of the music. “I promise I’ma leave with one of them brothers.”
I was happy I decided to come. The party was live and whoever this nigga Niko was, he was loved by many.
For one, the pool party was being hosted on the rooftop of Belair Towers.
You had to be connected to walk in this building let alone have access to the rooftop pool.
On top of having the pool,he secured the floor below us which was also a club as well as the floor under that being one of the five star restaurants in Belair Towers.
I could only imagine how much was spent on this party.
According to Natalie, Niko just got out of prison not too long ago, and his brothers were throwing him a welcome home party.
I wanted to get a peek at this infamous Niko because Natalie was acting like him and his brothers were God’s gift to women.
I saw one of his brothers, Na something, I couldn’t remember his name, but he was cute or whatever. Just looked too young for my taste.
Needless to say, I was enjoying myself for the most part.
My only issue was Natalie. She was being hella thirsty, and I didn’t like that shit.
I mean… yeah, we were surrounded by money, but damn.
She was basically throwing herself at every nigga that looked in her direction.
I was catching second hand embarrassment from the way the niggas were curving her.
Natalie was a very pretty girl, thick as fuck, light brown skin, light brown eyes.
She was all the shit most niggas liked, but she was too damn thirsty.
You knew a bitch was too thirsty when niggas started acting funny.
I made a mental note that this was the last time I came to this type of event with her.
Natalie was cool to eat with, shop, or stuff like that.
But I knew to keep things light with Natalie.
“Shit, if they ever make a full appearance. I still ain’t seen the nigga whose party this is,” I said then took a sip of my drink.
“Maaan… I want Niko sooo bad. He a pretty red nigga with curly hair, he the oldest. Got hella money, no kids, and I heard he got a big dick.” Natalie smiled hard as she ran down the details about Niko
I can’t lie, Natalie piqued my interest in Niko, but I played it like I didn’t care. I really wanted to see if the nigga was worth the hype.
“Don’t cum all over yourself,” I snickered, standing up from my seat in the cabana we were occupying.
“Girl, I don’t know why you don’t take that shit off. With the type of body you got… my ass would have been out here booty ass naked.” Natalie had been trying to get me to take my cover up off since we got here.
I waved her delusional ass off. We were basically the same size, my hips might have been a tad bit wider. Other than that, her ass was just as big as mine. I barely had any titties while Natalie had double D’s that made my titties look like mosquito bites.
“I’m good,” I sighed as I looked around the pool area.
I wanted another drink, but the two bars up here were packed, and I didn’t feel like waiting in those lines…
not in these heels I was wearing. “Come with me real quick. I wanna see if the lines for the bar are less packed on one of the other floors.”
“Hell no. I’m not finna miss my chance to bag a nigga for you to get a drink. I’ll save your spot,” Natalie said with a straight face, and I wanted to smack the shit out of her.
This was most definitely our last time kicking it together. The duck shit she was on, I didn’t do. Natalie was acting like these niggas was finna disappear if they were out of her sight.
“Cool,” I replied sarcastically.
“Get me another drink, too, boo!” Natalie called out to my back, and I flipped her stupid ass off. If I brought her back a drink, she better not drink it.
I wasn’t afraid to do nothing alone. I was born alone, and I was going to die alone.
Going to get a drink by myself was nothing.
I really wanted to use Natalie as a buffer for the niggas who I’m sure were going to do everything in their power to get my attention.
I already knew that I stuck out like a sore thumb with my neon pink, mesh cover up, with a split that went all the way up my side.
Giving a full view of my left leg where it ruched at the side.
The bright pink color popped against my chocolate skin.
The tiny two piece thong bikini was the reason I didn’t want to walk around without my cover up.
I wasn’t shy per say; I just didn’t want all the extra attention that would come with me removing my cover up.
I underestimated Natalie when she spoke on this party.
Ignoring all the niggas pulling on me as I confidently strutted past them with my head held high.
I was far from stuck up. I wasn’t the type of female who thought they were too good for niggas to talk to them.
I didn’t care for the way the niggas were coming at me.
So, the lie about me having an imaginary boyfriend easily rolled off my tongue to all these niggas.
I was happy I was the only person on the elevator, or at least I was until a hand caught the door and my eyes rolled in the back of my head when I came face to face with Will.
“Get the fuck on. This elevator full, fuck nigga,” I angrily spat, smacking his hand down from the elevator door.
“The fuck you got on?” Will asked with his face bawled up.
“Don’t worry about it!” I snapped, catching Will off guard. I pushed Will backwards, he stumbled. I hurriedly pushed the close button on the elevator.
Will wasn’t about to ruin my fucking day with his bullshit.
I was supposed to go the bar in Daria’s the club on the floor below, but in my haste to get away from Will, I hit the wrong button and ended up at Fire Hawks, the restaurant they’d rented out too.
It was a lot quieter here, and I said fuck it, since there was a hell of a lot less people in here.
I did a happy dance when I saw the bar was empty.
There was an empty glass to the left of me when I sat down, but I paid it no mind.
I was too focused on getting me a drink and a shot.
Seeing Will had blown the little buzz I had, I needed to get back into my zone.
When the bartender came over, her funky ass acted like she didn’t want to help me, but she made my margarita and my shot. I took my shot of tequila to the head.
“You too fine to be takin’ a shot like a nigga.” I almost choked when I heard the smooth baritone voice coming from my left side.
“Shit,” I cussed, trying to stop myself from coughing.
“My bad, lil’ mama. I ain’t mean to scare you.” I turned to look at the bright smiling face next to me. I swear I fell in love as soon as I looked into his cognac colored eyes.
He was tall, no shorter than 6’3, wild, curly shoulder-length black hair, a full thick beard, goatee, and diamond grills covering his pretty smile.
He had the build of a basketball player–he was skinny but not super skinny.
He still had muscle on his body. His arms were covered in various tattoos.
He was fresh in his pink Polo shirt, jeans, and custom Jordans that matched his shirt.
He wore one iced out chain with a diamond encrusted cross pendant.
I wasn’t sure who this nigga was, but he had to be a gift God made specifically for me.
If the fact that we were both wearing pink wasn’t a sign, I didn’t know what was.
“You’re fine. You scared the shit outta me. I didn’t think anyone else was in here,” I said once I got my coughing under control.
“That’s why I’m here. All that partying shit ain’t me,” he cooly said, pausing to order a drink. I saw the stars in the bartender’s eyes, and I figured he was the reason she didn’t want me sitting here.
“I feel that. I be like that, too, but I needed a day out,” I sighed.
“Oh, yeah? Ion take yo’ pretty ass as they type to deal with a nigga’s bullshit.”
“I don’t. I ain’t even tripping off a nigga forreal. It’s my cousin sneaking and fucking him behind my back that I ain’t fucking with. Really, I’m annoyed I let a weak ass nigga breathe the same air as me for so long.” I got an attitude as soon as I thought about Will.
“Family don’t be shit forreal, either. They be the first to cross you.” He smirked at me then slyly winked at me.
I don’t know why that little gesture made my pussy come to life.
“Tell me about it,” I agreed, sneaking peeks at him out of the corner of my eyes. A nigga this fine had to have a girlfriend tucked away somewhere. “What’s your name?”
He gave me an odd look like he thought I was playing with him. “Stop playin’ with a nigga.”
My eyes got big, I was truly confused. “What?” He smiled at me, causing me to smile back at him.
“You don’t know who I am?” He still had that boyish grin on his handsome face.
“No, am I supposed to?”
“Man, how you at my party but don’t know a nigga?”
“Ooo. You’re Niko?” I bashfully asked. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling no matter how much I tried.
“That’s crazy.” Niko playfully shook his head at me. “Yo’ fine ass came to my shit but didn’t know who the fuck I am.” Niko chuckled.
“I mean… you don’t know me either,” I teased him.
Niko licked his big lips sensually then said, “But I wanna get to know you.”
I could have died right there and then. I had to stop myself from acting like Natalie’s thirsty ass. I reminded myself I was that bitch, and Niko had to work for me. I was the fucking prize, not him. No matter how fine he was.
“You ain’t even ask me my name,” I sassily replied.
“I don’t need to ‘cause I already know you finna be my Mrs. But if it makes you feel better, what’s yo’ name, baby?” His voice was about to make me cum all over myself. The more I talked with Niko, the more open I found myself being with him.
“Yanna.” I stuck my hand out to shake his hand.
He grabbed my hand,brought it to his lips, and then he kissed the back of it. “I feel so fuckin’ blessed I got to meet yo’ pretty ass, Yanna.” Niko was a smooth ass nigga, and he had to know it. He was looking at me like he could see right through me. I felt vulnerable under his gaze.
I had never been happier for my deep brown skin than I was right now. My face would have been beat red if I was any lighter.
“Nice meeting you, too, Niko.”
“So, you finna chill with me?”
With an eyebrow raised, I asked, “Just me and you? Why you wanna chill with just me when you got an entire party full of people who came to celebrate you coming home?”
“Forreal, I ain’t even the type of nigga to say simp shit like this. But you got my full attention. I’m feeling yo’ vibe, and I love lookin’ at yo’ pretty ass. I’m a good judge of character. I know you a rare one. I can’t let you slip away.”
“Mmm-hmm. I hear you.” I played hard to get even though I knew I was finna stick under Niko as long as he wanted me to.
“Besides, I rather we had our own little party together rather than me sitting around a bunch of phony mutha fuckas. So, what’s up, Yanna? You kicking it with me?” The way he was looking at me, there was no way I could tell him no.
Niko had me feeling stuff I had never felt before. I wasn’t ready to let go of that just yet.
“Okay.” I gave him a light smile.
Niko wasn’t playing when he said he wanted us to have our own party.
He shut the restaurant down. He refused to let anyone come in, and he had the music from the party coming through the speakers of Fire Hawks.
We’d moved from the bar to one of the booths.
We ended up eating and talking like two friends who’d known each other.
After we ate, we started drinking, and next thing I knew, I was up winding my ass in front of Niko as he palmed my ass.
“I’m sayin’ you can move yo’ hips, but can you do that on a dick?” Niko asked with hunger in his voice.
Feeling my liquor, I giggled at his bluntness. “Of course,” I replied then bent over grabbing my ankles and made my ass cheeks clap.
Niko lifted up the back of my cover up, smacking my bare ass. My pussy clenched. I was past wet. At this point, my pussy was drenched. I wanted Niko to fuck me in the worst way.
“This little ass bathing suit can barely contain that fat ass pussy,” Niko said as his fingers glided over my pussy. “I gotta pool in my room. You tryna swim with a nigga?”
I looked over my shoulder at Niko who was focused on what his hands were doing between my legs. “Mmmm, Niko. You playing.” I moaned making my hips rotate my pussy on his fingers.
“I’m dead ass. I wanna see you in yo’ swimming suit. I would say we can go to the main pool, but I might lose my shit if a nigga look at you too long. Ion play about mines.”
“I’m yours?” I questioned as I pulled myself from Niko. I stood up, turning to face him.
“Not yet, but you finna be.”
“I hear you,” I told myself not to read into what he was saying too much. Niggas said anything when they wanted some pussy.
Lucky for Niko, I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. A private pool was right up my alley.