Page 52 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“What do you got planned for the day?”

“Nothing really, just need to work on another project for school and finish this dress for a client.”

“Can you put all that to the side and ride with me for a lil’ bit?”

Nylah tried to hide her smile, but it took ova her face.

“Yeah…I would like that.”

We got up, and I waited for her to get dressed and texted my niggas, telling them to meet me at the trap.

Once she was done getting herself together, she walked out to the living room with a simple fit on, a fitted white tee, some tight ass jeans, her diamonds around her neck and wrist. Her hair was straight and long, almost touching her ass, and she had on some platform sneakers. I stood up, looking her up and down.

“You look good, boo.”

“You sure? I can be extra sometimes. I was tryin’ to keep it simple.”

I chuckled. “You neva have to keep it simple, princess. Come on, let’s get it.”

We walked outta her crib, and I helped her in my car, pulled off, and picked up some fast food before we went to my crib.

She walked into my shit and looked around like she was checking for something.

“You good?” I asked her.

She nodded slow. “Yeah, it’s clean in here.”

I laughed. “You think I'm some dirty ass nigga?”

“No, you just don’t look like the type of nigga that cleans.”

I shook my head. “I got cleaners, chill out.”

We sat in my living room, ate, then smoked a blunt while niggas called my line for different shit. Most of the time I would talk in code or leave the room if I was around a female, but with Nylah, I stayed seated, even got comfortable, and talked whatever business I needed to talk. Every now and then I would glance at her, trying to get a read on her, but she was chill.

I took note of that.

The vibe with her was different. I neva had a bitch in my shit for nothing more than some pussy, and then they got the fuck on.

“My birthday comin’ up, and my nigga throwing a party for me. Of course, I want you there with me, but after all that shit is said and done, I want to take you on a trip.”

“Really?” she responded, trying to sound all shy.

“Yes,” I said, laughing. “I told you I wanted you, I’ma stand behind that.”

Nylah leaned in and kissed me. “I would love for my first baecation to be with you.”

“And I’ma make it worth it, ma.”

After a while, I got myself together, and then we were back out in the Brooklyn streets and heading to the trap.

My niggas Dre, Brandon, Blaze, and Flip were already on the stoop when I pulled up with her.

“Is it gonna be any drama?” she asked.

I looked at her, confused. “Why would it be drama, ma?”

“Because of last night with Blaze.”