Chapter 2 Nyree
Damn. I fucked up missing that blind date.
I knew Shorty was supposed to be for my boy, but he didn’t know what to do with a woman like Asia. I did.
I watched the women as they walked away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. I had gone from not feeling the idea of coming in the first place, hence my lateness, to wondering who she was and what she was all about.
“Yo Nyree, you good?” Que asked, chuckling at something Blake said.
I whipped my head back toward them. “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m good. What y’all ‘bout to get into?”
Que huffed. “Shit, I thought I was gonna get into some pussy, but that turned out to be a dud. Shorty is good people, though,” he said, cocking his head toward where Asia and Bella had just left.
We watched as their car backed out of its space, then Bella honked before driving away. Staring at the vehicle a second too long, I turned back to Blake and Que yet again.
“Let’s hit up a club or something,” Blake said.
Que looked at me.
I shrugged. “Shit, might as well. Y’all got me out of the house.”
Que chuckled. “With your hermit ass.”
The fellas and I parted ways to our respective cars then headed to a bar first to pregame before hitting the club. The night was still young and we didn’t want to be the first ones at Rave, the spot everybody hit up on the weekends.
Sliding into a stool, I unbuttoned my coat then caught the gaze of a woman in red staring at me from across the room.
“Damn, nigga, already?” Que said, and I caught the subtle hint of jealousy in his tone. Que had always been a envious nigga. He never acted on it, at least to my knowledge, but I couldn’t help noticing that he was always trying to compete with me. And losing.
I chuckled at that last thought and answered his comment. “What can I say? I’m a magnet for the ladies.”
Blake was busy ordering a drink so he wasn’t paying attention to our conversation. I zeroed in on the game that was playing on the TV screen, so I had forgotten all about the woman until she appeared in front of me, then when she stepped between my legs, I caught the scent of her perfume.
Up close, I could see her ample cleavage and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her thigh length dress and matching stilettos. Her face was made up to perfection and her hair was cut in a short bob.
“Excuse you, lil Momma?” I said with a chuckle, irritated that she was interrupting the game.
“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” she said with a subtle smirk. I couldn’t front, shorty was gorgeous, but she was a little too forward for me.
I enjoyed attention just as much as the next man, but the way she was pressing up on me made me feel smothered.
“Why don’t you ask the lady what she wants to drink?” Que interrupted in a tone like he was schooling me, and I turned to catch his smirk.
The woman’s smile deepened, then she proceeded to scoot onto my lap. My hand shot to her back so she wouldn’t fall, but I wasn’t feeling her in my personal space.
She didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah sexy, ask me what I want to drink.” She purred out her words like a cat and I guessed she thought that shit was cute, but it only furthered my annoyance.
“I gotta head to the bathroom, but my boy gotchu,” I replied, nudging her off my lap and standing so I towered over her at first, then walked around her to head toward the bathroom.
I remained in the bathroom for a good ten minutes, leaning against the wall and playing a game on my phone in hopes that Que would take over like I sensed he would.
When I returned to the bar, she was sitting on that nigga’s lap, just as I thought.
Good for him.
I watched the game in peace, nursing a beer as I half listened to Que flirting with the lady in red with some weak ass game.
No wonder his ass never got no pussy.
I chuckled. Nigga should have been asking me for pointers, not the other way around.
From the sounds of their conversation though, he just might get his wish tonight of sliding into some walls.
At the thought of that, my mind went back to the woman I met earlier. Asia.
When we first caught eyes, I felt something but didn’t get a chance to pursue it because she and her friend were about to leave.
Damn, I should have asked for her number, but I wasn’t thinking.
I glanced at Que, briefly wondering if he would give me the hookup, but quickly decided against it. Next thing I knew, his ass would be trying to slide in her DMs just to try to get at her before I could.
That would likely happen despite the fact that he told me he wasn’t interested in her. He would only try to pursue her because I wanted her.
“These niggas is ass!” Blake shouted at the TV screen, clearly upset that his team kept fumbling the ball.
I chuckled and zeroed back in on the game, but the more I heard Que and Red flirting, the more I thought of Asia.