“I’m not looking for anything that you’re not looking for, but whatever happens…happens.”
I was at a loss for words…and confused. Was Zyro wanting to spend time with me, or was he just trying to get between my legs? I know Mahlia says he was a good guy, but he was still a nigga.
“What are you saying?” I asked him. “Are you trying todateme?”
Zyro dipped his head, and then his dark eyes met mine. He wet his lips, and my nipples pebbled. I hid them by pulling the blanket to my chest. He lifted his tatted hands and ran both down his face. Zyro taking too long to answerwashis answer.
“Exactly. Plus, you already have a situation that I want no part of,” I let him know.
“I don’t have a situation, baby girl. I have no current titles with a female,” Zyro rebutted, sitting up straight and creating a tent with his hands. “I don’t mind taking you out and getting to know you.”
Suddenly, something dawned on me.
“I’m not a charity case. Did Mahlia set this up because she said I needed some peen?” I screeched out.
Instead of responding, Zyro doubled over, laughing.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ wit’ me, right? Fuck I look like being pressed behind pussy, Eriss? We’ve had this conversation already, ma. It ain’t that. I can go home and jack my dick off.”
We stared at one another for a brief moment before laughing in unison.
“How did this get here?” I giggled. “This went really left.”
“Shit, real quick, he said with amusement dancing in his eyes. His grin was lazy.
“I’m just cautious. In high school, boys would bet each other to see if I would fall for their shit. Niggas come with agendas so…”
Zyro leaned back, one arm stretched across the top of the couch. “I’m not just any nigga, Eriss. One thing ‘bout me, I’m a straight up nigga, but I feel you. If you told me these niggas names, I’d probably go look fo’ their asses tonight and put a hot one in their skulls.” My eyes stretched. “Know I ain’t got a hidden agenda. If I wanted you for one thing, Eriss, I would’ve said that already.”
He sounded believable, which was a little scary.
“Shit, you’re lucky you met me before Zyleek. Now that nigga might’ve wanted some different.”
I laughed. “So I heard. How’s his case?”
Zyro let out a breath with a shake of his head. “He out, but I’on like how they played wit’ him. It’s not sitting right wit’ me.”
His tone was chilling. A shiver moved up my spine. Something in Zyro’s tone told me he wasn’t letting that go until someone paid for it. He was so…nice, but I could tell he had another side to him. A side he didn’t show often, I was guessing.
I didn’t know what to say after that. Was I supposed to be scared of someone who wanted to protect his family? Zyro had zoned out before me, and his eyes had darkened, but he shook whatever had a hold on him, and a grin spread on his lips as if we weren’t just talking about some dark shit. How he quickly flipped the switch, now that kind of scared me.
“Besides reading, what do you like to do?” he asked me.
“Honestly? I might be a little too boring. I take care of my kid and we do fun shit together, and I read. It’s Ermias’ world,” I laughed. “I’m just living in it.” I shrugged. “What about you?”
His eyes locked onto me. “I don’t be doing shit. I might go to the strip club with Zyleek and Mahlia from time to time, but other than that, not shit. It keeps me out of trouble.”
“Oh, you enjoy the strip club?” I asked, raising a brow.
“As a single man, yeah,” Zyro replied, then his lips curled into another sly grin. “Don’t do that. I said I go from time to time. I don’t live in that bitch, and I don’t fuck wit’ the females in there. It’s mostly for the vibe and wings, baby.”
“I’ve never been,” I admitted.
“Let’s go next weekend.”
“I might have Ermias.”
“Aight, then tomorrow night. Mahlia’s off tomorrow, and she’ll be down if you’ll feel more comfortable with her there,” Zyro suggested.
