“No… stupid.” Yanna laughed. “Here, I brought this over here for you.” She placed the shot of Don Julio in front of him. Destin accepted the shot, downing it and scrunching his face at the repugnant taste as he started a new song.
Snatchedby Big Boss Vette began to flow through the club’s speakers, and Yanna bent, twirling her hips as she mouthed the words to the song.
“Then you gone fucking tease me, but you only want to be my friend, though.” Destin stated, shaking his head while he watched Yanna balance the drink tray as she twerked.
“Yanna!” Nisha called, approaching Yanna and tapping her on the shoulder.
“What’s up?”
“That fine ass, country ass producer on his way in here. I just saw him pull up outside.”
Knowing Nisha was speaking of Kas and not wanting him to come in and find her putting on a show for Destin, Yanna quickly backed away from the DJ booth.
“Thanks, Nisha. Des, you gone be here tomorrow night?”
“Yea, I’ll be here.”
“Cool, I’ll see you then,” she replied, making her way down the stairs that led to the main area of the club.
When she reached the main level, Kas had just walked through the door. Women stopped what they were doing to catch a glimpse of the rugged pretty boy strolling through as if he owned the place. Head high, chest puffed, gaze forward, sight focused only on the woman he’d come to see. Light Purple label jeans, a white V-neck tee shirt, Bathing Ape varsity jacket and Nike Dunk Lows made up his ensemble. Yanna didn’t doubt that Kas knew he was fine as hell. That much was evident by the swagger in his gait and the confident smirk he sported as he approached her.
“Yanna boo, I miss you.” Grabbing onto her hand, Kas pulled Yanna into a hug.
“I was just with you this morning.”
“And? That’s too long,” he affirmed, head swiveling so he could take in the club’s crowd. His face twisted into a scowl, noticing the ratio of men to women was way off. “It’s too many niggas in here, I don’t like that shit.”
“Yea, it is a lot of them. They tip me well, though.” Yanna reached into the apron tied around her waist and pulled out a stack of money. Smiling, she waved it in Kas’ face.
Kas returned her smile, pulling out a wad of cash triple the size of hers. “But none of these niggas getting money like me. Remember that shit.”
“Boy, why in the hell do you have all this cash on you? You just asking for somebody to rob your ass,” Yanna fussed, snatching Kas’ money from him, and sticking it in her apron.
Kas reached in and retrieved both stacks of money from her pocket. Placing their money in his pants pocket, he pulled out his black card and dropped it into the apron.
“I’ll put yo money up in my house until you ready to deposit it. If you need something before then just use my card. Don’t lose my shit either.”
“Lose it? Shit, I’m about to get me those new fall LV boots and the matching bag, on you.”
“I don’t give a damn what you do as long as you get me something too.”
“I’ll think about it,” Yanna joked as Kas’ phone lit up in his hand. “Who is that?”
“It’s my brother… see, look.” Turning his phone, Kas held it up to Yanna’s face so she could see it was Onyx calling him before answering. “What’s up, Nyx?”
“Aye, boy, where the hell you at?”
“Up here at this club fucking with my Yanna boo.”
“Oh, ight, when you finish, come meet me and Baby at the studio. I got that new singer coming through to record off yo reference track, so we need to finish it.”
“Ight, bet. I’mma leave now, it should only take me like 25 minutes to get there from Richmond.”
“Cool,” Onyx responded before hanging up.
“What his big head ass want?”
“He need me at the studio. You ready?”
