“You’re official, I see. Scrubs and everything.” Vega smirked, looking Nyelle over and enjoying the snug fit of her scrubs on her butt and hips. They weren’t tight, and she looked professional, but those hips and ass were struggling a bit. He was feeling it.
“Did you think I was lying? Is that why you pulled up on me?”
Vega chuckled while his eyes swept her body again. “Nah, nothing like that. You’re smart as shit. I could tell. I knew you weren’t lying. I just wanted to see you.”
“I said, maybe later,” Nyelle offered with a smug grin, causing him to nod and laugh.
“True dat, but maybe wasn’t good enough for me, so I had to pull up. I’m glad I did.”
“Whatever.” That giddy feeling she had each time she was around Vega grew. It had her nervous about her building expectations.
“Nah, not whatever. Facts, Pretty Ny. But, real shit, I know you probably think I’m on some bullshit, so I wanted to explain.”
“Explain?” Nyelle questioned with a raised brow. This man didn’t owe her anything. They hung out once at a card game then rode around the city, burning up his gas. The night ended with her falling asleep on him.
“Yeah, explain. I know that shit is a foreign concept to women these days, but I told you I’m trying to keep my shit legit for you.”
Nyelle shook her head with a slight grin. That same grin that had Vega’s dick hard for the past twenty-four hours. He even slid through an old friend’s place to get some head, but he didn’t fuck her. The reason he didn’t stood inches from him.
“My brother has been riding me about my next move. I’m trying to put my name on a few things. My boy wants me to invest in a club he has, and…”
“What kind of club?”
Vega grinned, already knowing she knew. “A strip club…” Nyelle’s eyes rolled, but Vega kept going. “But I’m just putting money up. That’s all. I have to start somewhere, and he needs an investor, so I’m looking out. I told him I would meet him tonight to check things out.”
“You mean to sample the goods and services.”
Vega chuckled at her little attitude. “Nah, nothing like that. I’ll be there, but it’s business. You can go with me if you want to. I just didn’t think you would.”
“You’re right, I don’t. We can do something another time.”
“Nah, I’ma fall through when I’m done. We can just chill for a little bit if you’re okay with that. I know you’re not gonna have time when your shorty gets back this weekend.”
Nyelle gave it some thought. He was right. She had no plans to have Nick around another man. At least not until she felt like he would be around for a while. She didn’t know that about Vega just yet, and she was still learning him.
“That depends on how late, late is.”
“Fair enough. I’ll text you. Promise me you’ll at least stay up for that?”
“No promises, but I have to get back to work. My break is almost over.”
Vega stared at her for a minute, not wanting to go. He loved her energy and wanted to be around her every chance he could, but he would never stop her hustle because he wouldn’t want her trying to stop his.
“Aight, bet. Can I get one more hug before I go?” He was already inching closer and wrapping her into his solid arms and chest before she could object. “Damn, this feels good,” he mumbled before pressing a kiss to the side of her face.
It damn sure did.
“I have to go,” Nyelle rasped before pulling away. Vega was right, being close to him felt great, and she liked it a little too much.
“Aight, I hope the rest of your day is good. I know mine will be now that I got to see you.” He winked at Nyelle and backed away. “I’ma hit you later,” were his last words before he turned to exit the building.
Nyelle watched until he was gone, biting her lip as she enjoyed the visual, knowing good and damn well she would be waiting up to possibly see him later.
Vega walked into Moses’Pool Hall and surveyed the place. It had been a minute since he crossed the threshold and his feet moved across the aged wood floors, but it still felt like home. Mo, the owner, had a heart attack while Vega was locked up, and the place was being run by his son Dixon. However, aside from a few upgrades, the place looked exactly the same, including the faces present. There were a few younger ones sprinkled in, but Vega was amongst his people.
“Fam…” Dixon, or Dix as he was more commonly known, was the first to greet Vega.
Dix had been Vega’s first in command. The one he delegated everything to in an effort to keep his hands clean. Something Ace was adamant about. It was one of the main reasons he was so pissed with Vega for getting caught with three keys on him the night he got pulled over. It was a dumb mistake that would never happen again. Vega was careless behind a woman. She was in the car with him when he got the call to pick the product up. It was an emergency, a one-time thing.
