“Huh?”
“My name’s Jasmine,” I said, pushing him off harder than necessary. “Fine. But we’re not staying all night.”
Monica squealed and let Jelani lead her up the stairs. I followed behind, ignoring the smug ass grin spreading across Cash’s face.
Their section was on a whole other level—literally. An armed security guard was posted by the roped-off section, stepping aside when the Banks brothers approached.
It was like a private lounge, plush couches wrapped around low glass tables covered in bottles and hookahs, and a thick haze of weed and fruit-flavored smoke hung in the air.
“This isnice,” Monica whispered as we followed them deeper in.
The energy shifted when they walked in—they radiated power. Both brothers had big dick energy, but Cash was different.
Women eyed him hungrily as he moved past, their eyes flicking between me and Monica, then back to Cash and Jelani. They were sick. I’m sure they were wondering how the two of us managed to pull the biggest ballers in here.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder, trying to ignore the voice in the back of my mind screaming that this was a bad idea. I had no business getting mixed up with a man who allegedly moved in illegal circles. Old school drug money? I’d watchedPower—none of this would end well for me.
But knowing better didn’t mean I was leaving.
Monica dipped off with Jelani to a private bar in the back. Cash dropped down onto one of the couches and pulled me straight onto his lap. I tried to get up, but his arm locked around my waist.
“Nah, you good right here,” he murmured, his nose grazing the back of my neck.
I squirmed, trying to shift out of his hold. “I can sit next to you.”
The drinks I’d had tonight were catching up, and with the blunts going around, I was definitely about to catch a contact high.
“You could,” he chuckled. “But I promise—you right where you need to be.”
His hand slid up my thigh, fingers lingering high enough to make my pulse jump.
“Money, you good?” a familiar voice asked.
I glanced up and saw the dude who’d helped Jelani bring Cash into the ER that night.
“Oh shit, it’s the nurse!” he grinned.
I groaned. “Can y’all not call me that?”
“I’m straight, Slim. Just grab me another drink,” Cash said, waving him off before turning back to me. “You want something?”
I shook my head. One more drink and I’d be waking up in this man’s bed butt-ass naked.
“So how come all my boys met you at the hospital, but I didn’t?”
“Because I called out for, like, two weeks after that,” I said. “Did you miss the part where your brother pressed a gun to my head? That shit was traumatizing. I wasn’t exactly pressed to see either of y’all again.”
“What the fuck, Money?!” a woman screeched, interrupting our conversation. A tall, brown-skinned woman was glaring down at us with fire in her eyes.
I started to get up, but Cash’s arm tightened around me.
“Princess, what’s the problem?” he asked, sounding bored.
“Are you serious? You brought me here—now you got some cheap-looking bitch sitting on your lap?”
I scoffed. “I could never give cheap, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t trying to start shit, but she wasn’t about to talk sideways to me.
