“Come here, lil’ mama. Let me refresh your drink. I don’t bite.” His voice cut through the air like it was meant for me. Smooth, deep, low...dangerous.
He kept walking without looking back.
My girls stared at me, wide-eyed. “Bitch, gooooo! And don’t forget to ask about the weed!”
I rolled my eyes, heart thumping in my chest, but I couldn’t help it. I got up and followed him.
He was posted up at the outside bar, leaned back in his chair, arms spread wide like a king on his throne. His boys sat down at the other end, giving him space like they knew the vibe.
I sat next to him, shy as hell. “Hey,” I mumbled, trying to act unbothered, but my stomach was tight.
He glanced over, sneered slowly, and my breath caught. His skin was so smooth, tattoos lay on him like they weremeantto be there.
“I’m Mula,” he said, voice all raspy and low like he didn’t need to try.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Storm.”
He chuckled, lips curling at the corners. “Should I be scared?”
I smiled. “No.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “Where you from?”
“Small town. Starlight Hills, Colorado.”
He nodded like he’d heard of it. “It’s cold out there. Heard it was a good hideout, though.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m here for the weekend. Getting some real sun, catching a new vibe.”
He leaned in a little, his cologne hitting me softly, his eyes dark like they could see straight through me.
“Yeah... you definitely gon’ get a different vibe here.”
He sat back, cool as hell, like this was just another day for him.
“Well, I just wanted to buy a pretty girl a drink. Since you’re here for the weekend, I’ll see you around. VisitVelvet South—that’s where I be.”
He dropped a fifty on the bar, smooth as ever, and started to walk off.
“Wait,” I called, my voice catching. “You got some weed? My friends are fiending.”
He laughed, deep and smooth, and waved one of his boys over. “Yo, hook her up with some green.”
The guy handed me a nice-sized bag that should’ve lasted us until the following day. I reached for my wallet, but Mula shook his head, already walking off.
“It’s on me.”
I just sat there, watching him leave, my heart racing, cheeks hot. My girls ran over, eyes wide.
“Bitch! Who was he?!” Rio asked.
I shook my head slowly, lips curling into a grin as I passed her the weed.
“I don’t know... but wegottafind Velvet South.”
Mula was on my mind already.
He might’ve just been mysummer fling.
