Vega assumed her ex was into some shit. Their condos were identical and cost a lot of money. She worked, but her job didn’t pay her enough to afford that nor the G-Wagon she drove, but that didn’t mean she wanted another man whose money was stacked illegally.
“I’m okay with you, and that means who you are. That’s good enough for now.”
Nodding, Vega accepted her answer and chose to let it be enough.
“I’ll rock with that.”
“So, can you tell me what’s in the bag? I kind of thought maybe you brought me to your secret hideout to get rid of me.”
Nyelle flashed him a smile and Vega chuckled. “I like you around too much to get rid of you. This is dinner.”
He held the bag up, and she frowned, expressing her disappointment. Nyelle hadn’t envisioned dinner from a duffle bag when Vega mentioned he had plans for them.
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, if you’re okay with it. I didn’t want to share you tonight. I know my time is limited, so I wanted to be the center of your attention while I have you. I damn sure don’t cook, so my sister-in-law hooked us up. I have no idea what it is, but she can burn, so I know it’s good.”
“It better be. I’m starving.”
“It will be, trust me.”
So, where are we eating? There’s nothing in here.”
“There’s an office in back. I furnished it with a few things. We can eat in there.”
“You furnished an office in an empty ass building?” Nyelle delivered an indecisive glare. This was feeling a little off, but she trusted Vega.
“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that?”
Nyelle smirked. “Nothing. Lead the way.”
When the two reached the office, Nyelle’s mouth dropped open. There was a huge desk, leather chair, plus a matching leather sofa and chaise. She glanced over at Vega, who was setting the bag down on his desk and shook her head.
“A few things? This place is fully furnished.”
He only winked at Nyelle and began removing food containers. What he found was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and biscuits he knew were homemade. There were also four slices of strawberry cake in another container.
“Damn, sis. I really have to hook you up for this. You came through,” Vega mumbled to himself as his stomach growled.
Nyelle was now at his side, thinking the same as him. She lifted the two portable plates from the bag and removed a bottle of wine also.
“You told her it was a date?” She grinned, holding up the wine and a candle positioned next to it.
“Hell yeah. I didn’t want her throwing together turkey sandwiches. I told her this was a date with myfuture. I see she went all out.”
Nyelle blushed at his cheesy grin and explanation but didn’t respond. Instead, she began to load up their plates while Vega opened the wine and filled the plastic tumblers he found. When they were done, the two settled on the sofa side by side, enjoying their food and moaning seductively through the meal because it was so good. Once they both had their fill, and the wine was gone, the two snuggled up together with Nyelle tucked under Vega’s arm and cradled against his side. She loved the way he smelled and the comfort of the protective hold he had on her.
“Thank you for this. It’s much better than a stuffy restaurant.”
“You think so?”
He kissed the top of Nyelle’s head, loving the smell of her hair. It always smelled like fruit. He also appreciated that shedidn’t have a weave. They were cool, but he wanted to have access to all of her, and women were funny about their hair with weaves.
“Yeah, I do. It was intimate. Special.” Nyelle tilted her head back to see him. “Do all your women get this treatment?”
Vega smirked and shook his head. “You’re my only woman, Pretty Ny, and the women I used to fuck with wouldn’t appreciate this. They want the flashy stuff that makes them feel like they’re with a baller. I’m too old for that shit.”
“Are you a baller?”
