Page 34 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Her eyes got wide. “Right now? It’s a nigga waitin’ on me.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, reaching out my hand. “I'm not like you. I don’t give a fuck about the next. I want you.”

She looked around for a second like she was thinking bout it, then grabbed my hand and I led her to my whip. After I helped her in, I looked back at the nigga she was with, standing there looking mad, and got in.

“You are gonna have people mad at me,” she expressed.

I smirked. “As long as you're happy, I don’t care.”

I pulled off and took her to a steakhouse, not some hole-in-the-wall place like he had her at.

As we walked through that bitch with the dim lights and candles on the table, all eyes were still on her.

At our table, I ordered the drinks and the food and sent them on their way.

“Now that I got you,” I said as I leaned on the table, “tell me about you.”

I had Nylah blushing. I knew I would. I just needed to get her on my turf.

“What do you want to know about me?” she asked.

“Everything, ma. I told you I wanted you.”

Nylah talked about her family, her upbringing with her brothas, and how it was being the only girl.

She went into detail about her goals, how she didn’t want to be in just her friend's store, but to have her own boutique.

As she talked, I was in awe. She was smart, looked good, and had a good head on her shoulders. I wanted every part of her in my life. I just needed to know she was gonna vibe with it.

“Have you eva had a real nigga in your life?” I asked.

She laughed, but I wasn’t playing.

“I'm serious,” I said low. “Have you?”

She shrugged. “Every nigga say they are a real nigga. What makes you different?”

I was about to respond to her when Dre hit me to slide through the club. I looked at my phone, then back at her.

“You feel like ridin’ with me real quick?”

She laughed. “You took me from where I was, yeah, I’ma ride with you.”

I laughed, paid the bill, grabbed her hand, and led her out.

We ended up in Brooklyn at the club. I parked and helped her outta the car.

“I am not dressed for no club,” she joked.

I shook my head. “You look better than half the bitches inside.”

I grabbed her hand once again and led her across the street and up to the door. The security guard dapped me up, and we walked straight inside.

The club was jumping just like any otha night, but once I walked in, attention was on me. Niggas and bitches yelled out my name just for me to wave or lift my chin at them. I dapped a few niggas up as we walked to the VIP section. Whole time I kept Nylah close to me, making sure she was good.

Once I got her to the section, I sat her down and stepped to the side to talk to Dre.

“Nigga, is that her?” Dre asked ova the music.