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"So you're not opposed to getting back together?"
"Kyerra put you up to this?" My question caused Solana to shift and stare out the window. "Oh, now the cat got your tongue?"
"Of course, she confides in me, but she didn't put me up to anything. Family first always. I would never tell her what we talk about."
“We can see where shit goes if Kyerra can handle that. I won’t spend the rest of my life apologizing for shit I can’t control. Especially when Ky knows how shit goes."
"Knowing doesn't make it easier to deal with Gi. The way bitch's act over y’all is disgusting. You don't know how that feels because nigga's are too afraid to even look in the direction of anything yours."
Ignoring Solana’s statement, I pushed the pedal to the floor as we cruised to the club. I parked my car and made our way to the entrance, where we skipped the line. We walked upstairs to our section, where Tyson had already started, and Mack paid more attention to his phone.
I quickly slapped hands with Mack and tossed a nod to Tyson before shifting to Solana.
"I know shit is different for you, so I'm giving you some freedom tonight. Don't make me regret it."
"I won't. I love you, Gi."
"I bet you do. I'll be up here where I can keep an eye on you. Don't try any slick shit, or I'll shut this whole thing down," I warned, causing her to pout.
"I know, I know," she rolled her eyes at the memories of me doing it before. When it came to the people I loved, there was nothing I wouldn't do to protect them.
Solana lingered around while I signaled the bottle girl to place my order. She finally decided to go downstairs, and I delivered another warning before she disappeared. My eyes followed Solana when her heels touched the bottom step as I leaned against the railing.
Silky chocolate skin, high cheekbones, and dough eyes caught my attention as I nodded to the music blaring in the background. She reminded me of one of those fancy-ass barbies my aunt would purchase Solana every Christmas that she wasn't allowed to take out of the box. Sol hated them because she didn't understand why Sophia would give her a toy she wasn't allowed to play with.
They were unique collectibles. Valuable to anybody who could get their hands on one. Similar to the brown skin beauty putting on a show for my amusement. She twirled her hips and looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with me.
I watched her intently as if I was photographing her with my eyes. Dimples dented her cheeks as she swirled her hips in the eye-catching orange dress that exposed her back. It clung to her slender frame and dropped to the middle of her thighs.
She noticed, and though I could see the lump slithering down her throat, she was intrigued. She continued moving to the beat and allowed her hands to accentuate each body part that my eyes absorbed. I winked, letting her know I was enjoying the show. She basked in the knowledge of her power, knowing I couldn’t tear my eyes away if I wanted to.
"Why are you fucking with that girl?" Tyson chuckled.
"I'm not fucking with nobody."
Tyson waved me off, leaning against the railing, "You get off on that shit."
"What shit?"
"The way these females crumble at the snap of your fingers."
"They don’t treat me any differently than you.”
“You just front like you don’t like it.”
“I’m that nigga. I don't need a female to make me feel something I already know," I replied honestly, leaving out that I was intrigued by her beauty.
"Shorty is fine. I might take a crack at her after we handle business. I wouldn't mind staring into her eyes while fucking the shit out of her," Tyson spoke up, and I gritted my teeth to control my reaction. Tyson liked to troll. He was trying to get a response, and I almost gave him one. I wasn’t even sure why. I didn't know her, and she damn sure wasn't mine, but I felt something in my chest listening to Tyson plan the very thing I wanted to do to her.
"Have you seen homie yet?" Mack asked, creeping up on the other side of Tyson.
"Nah, not yet, but it's early."
The bottle girl returned with my drink while I visually checked on Sol, dancing next to the DJ booth. The electricity from her gaze drew me in again. She was visibly uncomfortable, trying to pretend like I didn't just catch her staring at me.
I turned my head for a second, and she was gone leaving her two friends on the dancefloor fucking with my head.
Was she real or a figment of my imagination?
