Page 106 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Don’t leave me again,” he said through kisses on my neck.

I smiled to myself, feeling like my plan to make him sweat worked. “Don’t give me a reason to then.”

Chapter 31

Rosama

Iwoke up the next morning with Nylah lying beside me, and for the first time since all that shit happened, I didn’t wake up with a lot on my mind. I just lay there lookin at her, watching her sleep, and thinking bout how much I missed her ass with me. It was crazy to think that I could deal with the whole Brooklyn being against me, but not her.

But after I walked up on her ass and showed her I wasn’t the nigga to play with like that, her forgiving me made my day, but she let me know that getting back in her good graces was not gonna be an easy task, but I was up for the challenge, and I was cool with that, as long as she was back with me I didn’t care about anything else.

As she lay next to me, I reached ova and moved a piece of hair away from her face. She shifted a lil’ before opening her eyes. Nylah looked at me for a second before smiling, and that lil’ smile had me smiling back. I used to think Mariah was my soulmate, then wondered why I stopped loving her.

Nylah was why.

The way she looked at me was different, different from any otha time. I went from feeling like I was walking through a minefield, and one wrong word could have sent me back to fighting for her to talk to me again, to us smiling, kissing, and laughing together again.

That shit felt normal. It felt like us. I pulled her closer, and she rested her head against my chest. I could have stayed right there all morning if I didn’t have shit to handle.

We spent most of the morning together, taking our time and enjoying each otha without talking about all the bullshit that happened. I ordered breakfast. We ate it in bed while watching some random shit play on the TV. Nylah was laughing at something on the screen while I was barely paying attention because I was too busy watching her. She caught me staring at her a few times and smiled but didn’t say anything. I liked that. I liked that she was back to herself. There wasn’t any tension hanging ova us, and I was gonna make sure it wasn’t gonna come back.

By mid-afternoon, we had taken a shower, and she was going through my closet, looking for an outfit that she had left ova, when she started yelling at me that I had moved her shit. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her and laughing because if I had missed anything, it was her damn mouth.

As she found what she was looking for, I checked my phone and saw I had a few missed calls from Dre and a message.

Dre: Money pickup.

I read the message, then looked back at Nylah as she stood there holding the outfit that she had been looking for. I smirked to myself before locking my phone.

“I gotta step out real quick,” I said, getting up to get myself together.

“For what?” she asked.

“Pick up some money. I will be back in a few. Don’t worry.”

She nodded and went back doing what she was doing.

Once I got my shit together, I grabbed my keys, kissed her, and slid out the crib, feeling like a new nigga.

When I pulled up, Dre was sitting on the steps with a blunt in one hand and a drink in the otha.

“Business must have been good this week,” I stated, getting out the whip.

Dre nodded. “Betta than, my nigga, we up there.”

I walked ova and dapped him up. “That’s the shit I like to hear.”

We walked inside. I dapped up the niggas around the room, even Brandon's sick-looking ass, and followed Dre back to the bedroom.

The money was sitting in duffle bags ready to go. I looked ova everything with my hands itching.

“You counted it out?” I asked.

“Fa sho, I got my cut, paid them niggas out there; this all yours.”

I nodded; that’s what the fuck I liked to hear.

“What else?” I asked, ready to take care of whatever needed to be fixed.