Together, we ambled to the entrance of The Dollhouse, where Mahlia said the guys were already inside. I decided not to wear a patch over my eye tonight, but the moment we entered the club after showing identification, I instantly regretted it. Men stared and women frowned.
“Ignore them, Eriss. These hoes just mad because you’re beautiful with your clothes on!” Mahlia hollered over the music, loud enough for the women around to hear her.
The bass from the music rattled my body. Weed smoke was thick in the air. Holding onto Mahlia’s hand, she led me to a section where I spotted Zyro instantly. There was another man beside him. Light-skinned, but I could tell they were brothers. Zyro had a fresh cut. His waves shine under the light. His brother had a short curly top, faded on the sides. Zyro was dripped out in jewelry tonight. There were at least two or three necklaces around his neck, one a diamond Cuban link, rings, and his ears. I was sure his fangs were in. He wore black jeans with a Gucci shirt that was unbuttoned. They were standing side by side, both throwing money at dancers, who were bent over, shaking ass. His brother was hyping up the dancers, his deep voice carrying over the rap song.
As soon as Mahlia’s foot hit the step to climb up toward the section, Zyro’s head turned in our direction. I couldn’t tell where his eyes were since he wore dark shades, but I felt them zooming in on me. Zyleek craned his neck to see what had Zyro’s attention, and he grinned. Both the top and bottom rows of teeth were gold.
“‘Bout time!” he yelled. Zyro placed a kiss on Mahlia’s forehead, and Zyleek squeezed the hell out of her in a hug. I smiled, seeing how close they all were.
“‘Sup, baby girl,” Zyro said, his rasp causing my stomach to clench to keep the throb from beating as loud as the music.
“Hey,” I smiled with a little wave.
‘This her?” Zyleek asked, moving Mahlia out of the way to get to me. “This who got your nose wide open, nigga?” He lifted his shades from his eyes. His low, red eyes rolled over to my cloudy eye and lingered on it for a moment. Then they ran down my body. “She’s fine as fuck. Real pretty,” he said.
“Aight, nigga,” Zyro gritted, pushing his brother with an elbow. “Not too fuckin’ much.”
Zyleek chortled, pointing at Zyro with a finger. “See. Nigga in looooove.”
He and Mahlia cackled. Zyro just shook his head, his jaw clenching. He moved closer to me and leaned over. “You look nice. My brother is right. You’re fine as fuck and really pretty.” He rose with a grin, running his tongue along his top row. The fangs were intact.
“I want a grill,” I stated.
Zyro’s grin widened. “Aight. I’ll take you to get one. Let’s me spend more time witcha.”
“Give us some of that bread so we can pay a bitch rent!” Mahlia said, tickling me. I swatted her hand away.
When I noticed the stacks of banded money on a table, my eyes stretched.
“You’re spending all of that in here?” I screeched, causing all three to laugh.
“Hell yeah, spend it and get it back!” Zyleek yelled. “Ain’t shit broke ‘bout us!”
I held my hands up in surrender.
“Girl, ignore him, cause he’s definitely going broke behind his baby mamas,” Mahlia joked. Zyleek mushed her head, and the two of them went back and forth.
“Here.” Zyro held out a stack of money to me after pulling the rubber band off. “Aye!” he called out to a dancer. She happily brought her ass over. Zyro motioned toward me with his head. “She wants a dance.”
The dancer, a real curvy woman with honey-colored skin and long curls down her back, switched her hips over.
“Have a seat,” she purred, her voice silky.
Mahlia sniggered. “Shit, I want one too.”
My feet didn’t move until Zyro gently spun me around and walked me to the red velvet chairs with his front pressed against me, his dick sitting right at the top of my ass. It turned me on immediately.
“Just have fun,” he murmured. “Throw that money on her and slap her ass.”
The song switched to Crown Heart’s new banger, Get It Out the Mud, and the niggas in the club began rapping along with him, including Zyleek and Zyro. Zyleek was wild with it, but Zyro…he was smooth, moving his hands and arms around, and rapping to me. His lips, wet from him licking them, shone and were so kissable.
The dancer straddled me with her back facing me and began to shake her ass to the beat. Her ass was moving like water. With one hand, I raised a few of the bills above her and began to swipe with my thumb, letting the bills rain down on her. I glanced up at Zyro, and he nodded in approval.
Another dancer was grabbing her ankles in front of Mahlia. She was rubbing the dancer’s ass as she shook it. The thin material the dancers wore didn’t leave anything to the imagination. I looked away briefly to see Zyro extending a red cup to me.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Pineapple and vodka.”
