Chapter 4
Niko
Caleb: Aye bro, some shit came up and I ain’t gone make it. Have fun, nigga!
Istared at the text he sent while I was boarding the jet this morning and shook my head.
That nigga thought he was slick and thought he was subtle, but I caught on quick.
He never actually planned on coming. His whole goal was to get me up this mountain by myself.
Truth was, I wasn’t even mad about it because a break was well overdue.
This time of the year always had me in a funk so disappearing for a week felt like the smartest thing I’d done in a minute.
Pops had already called three damn times and even had my mother on a guilt trip mission.
I ignored all of it. I had good managers and staff so Fire & Frost would run just fine without me breathing down their necks for seven days.
By the time I stepped off the jet, a black suburban was already parked on the tarmac, the driver standing at attention, waiting to pick me up.
I tossed my bag in the back and climbed in.
The ride to Winter Haven was quiet as I looked out the window, seeing the winding roads, tall trees and snow-covered mountains the higher we climbed.
The North Carolina mountains stretched out in every direction, and for once, the isolation didn’t bother me.
Winter Haven was a spot made for people trying to disappear, and right now, that description fit me all too well.
My plan was to check in and head to the overpriced cabin Caleb had booked but not before grabbing a shot to settle my mind.
I handed my bags to the bell man and told him to deliver them to my room and walked over to the bar.
It was a mixture of couples and singles and wasn’t too crowded.
Out of habit, I clocked everybody in that muthafucka in one sweep, just to see who I was sharing space with for the week.
I doubled back when my eyes landed on a pretty ass brown skin.
Shawty had a wild face card and I could tell she was thick as fuck from the way her ass was hanging off the bar stool.
Damn. She looked like she was confident and well-kept untouchable to a nigga like me cause my only plan with her would be to get deep in them guts.
She looked like the type of woman most niggas would try to impress but wouldn’t know what to do with once they got her attention… I promise I was not one of them.
“What can I get you sweetheart?” The bartender asked. She was a light bright and cute as fuck too but she didn’t pull my attention for more than a second.
I nodded toward the far end of the bar. “Two shot of Hennessy and whatever she orders, put it on my tab.”
Her eyes flicked down the bar toward her, then she smirked. “Got you.”
I opted out to take a seat since I didn’t plan to be here past those two shots and slid my hands in my slacks.
Ol’ girl at the end of the bar must’ve felt my stare because she looked over and our eyes met.
It felt like her pretty ass eyes were hypnotizing me as we both were in a stare down.
It was a shy look either… it was bold and direct as fuck.
Shit had my dick jumping in my slacks. Down boy.
Some old dude walked up beside her smiling hard as hell and for whatever reason I felt a twinge of jealousy when she broke the stare to greet him.
A small part of me wanted to walk down there and slap his ass on the back of the head but I wasn’t even on that type of time.
I wasn’t here to mingle or fuck on any women.
“Enjoy,” the bartender said, sliding the two shots over. I knocked them both back, then reached into my slacks, pulled out a crispy hundred and slid it across the bar.
“Preciate you, love.”
I took one last glance at shawty and could tell that she was uninterested in whatever the old man was talking about.
I smirked as my eyes roamed over the parts of her body that was visible.
The curve of her hips, the way she crossed her legs…
the natural confidence sitting in her posture.
Yeah, I’d be seeing her again. If I wasn’t so damn tired, I would’ve walked right down there and introduced myself…
maybe even flirted or tried to slide my dick between those pretty ass plump lips but between the flight, the workout at Caleb’s, and fucking the life out of Candace again before I left Atlanta, a nigga was beat.
Sleep was calling my name harder than any bad decision tonight.
I walked out the bar, headed to my cabin, and let the door fall shut behind me.
Tomorrow, I’d explore… tonight, I was out.