Her eyes were curious while East’s were intense with answers she would soon discover, he was sure of it. “It’s like the purest high you could ever have. Once I get into your system, you can’t get enough and you want it forever.
Joi’s mouth was slightly agape, her eyes hazy from the implication of his abilities. It took her a minute to snap out of the hold his words had placed on her, but when she finally did, East winked and released a chuckle so sexy it made her body tingle.
7
Vega was grateful Joi had decided to leave with East so he could have some time alone with Nyelle. The night had been cool. Real cool, in a sense. She was different, laid back, fun, and didn’t have an agenda. Vega quickly noticed Pretty Ny was a breath of fresh air from what he was used to dealing with. His life placed women around him who had a list of requirements a mile long. The physical ones, he had no issue delivering on, but the monetary requests got old. He didn’t understand why women were so quick to give up sex in exchange for money and perks but then got offended when they were labeled or treated a certain way.
Ny wasn’t like that. She spent the night using his money on bets, at his insistence, and they had cashed out two hundred grand richer than when they arrived. Not once did she ask him for any of the money, but he planned to hand over half, regardless. Truthfully, she had earned it. Aside from Spades, where they lost most of their money, she was on her shit, especially at the Poker table where they spent the majority of the night. It was how they came out on top. Vega was decent, butNyelle was a pro. They couldn’t read her for shit, and that was what helped them win just about every hand.
“Where you wanna go?” Vega asked after he was in the driver’s seat of his truck.
“Home, it’s late.” Nyelle looked over at Vega with a lazy grin.
As the night came to a close, and they were no longer placing bets, Nyelle drank a little more than she should have. She was buzzed, but Vega didn’t mind. He only wanted to spend time with her.
“Nah, not home. You’re drunk and I don’t want you thinking anything crazy.”
Lifting her hooded eyes to him, Nyelle frowned slightly. “Crazy like what?”
“Crazy like you’re about to get this dick.” He laughed at himself then continued. “Nah, but seriously, though. I know how shit goes sometimes. We can just ride around for a little bit if you’re cool with that.”
Nyelle grinned and nodded before briefly shutting her eyes. The thought of being intimate with Vega had her feeling some things, but she wouldn’t take it there. He had to earn it and he hadn’t done that yet. When she looked his way again, she could see him waiting for her approval before he made his next move. She nodded, then shut her eyes again, trying to focus. The smooth ride of his Range Rover had her relaxing a little too much.
“I might be sleep in a minute, but I’m down.”
“Nah, you can’t go to sleep on me. How are we gonna get to know each other if you do that? Remember our deal? You might need your neighbor one day and you have to know who you can count on. How am I supposed to accomplish that if you’re asleep?”
“Blame yourself. You let me have that last drink. I’ll try. No promises.”
Wanting to be a little more comfortable since the plan was to ride around, Nyelle kicked off her wedges and pulled her feet into the seat, crossing her ankles so she was sitting Indian style.
Vega shot her a quick look then groaned under his breath.
“You just gon’ put your nasty feet all up on my seat?” He playfully glared at her and Nyelle rolled her eyes.
“My feet are clean. See?” She extended her left leg in his direction, touching the side of his with her toes before he knocked it away.
“Chill with that. I don’t like feet, Pretty Ny. Not even clean ones.”
She smirked, pulling her leg back and crossing her ankles again, unbothered by his statement.
“Tell me your situation.”
Nyelle bit her lip, considering what he was asking while she stared his way. Vega was handsome. Nothing too aggressive, just put together right. He was a huge contrast from Reese, who was considered a pretty boy. Reese’s features made it easy for him to be a hoe. Women were always falling over themselves because of his golden skin, pretty eyes, and so-called good hair, which Reese kept shoulder-length and wore in two French braids.Typical fuck boy shit.Vega likely had the same issue because he damn sure could get women’s attention, but if you were around him, he was the type of man whose vibe drew you in more than his looks. Both were equally attractive.
“Damn, you have to think that hard about it? Your shit must be bad, Pretty Ny.”
Nyelle laughed a little, shaking her head. “No, actually it’s not, but tell me your situation first.”
“I just did a three-year bid. I don’t have a situation. The women I fucked with before I went in are not the type to ride shit out. They damn sure wasn’t coming to see me or accepting calls, so I don’t have anybody.”
She rolled her eyes and he chuckled. “Chill with that before them hoes get stuck. I’m not lying.”
“Okay, then how many women have you had sex with since you’ve been home?”
“Three, and all on the same night.”
“Seriously?” Nyelle was disgusted and a little intrigued.How much stamina does this man have?
