Two nights later, I walked into a VIP section of the club with Brion, Hymn, his teammate, Ken, his sister, Divine, her fiancée Mark, and my sister’s best friend, Alisa. The triplets were spending the weekend with their salty ass father, and Ken talked Hymn into going out. He was trying to get all his fun in before the season started back up, and his life would only consist of games and home. Despite having worked my ass off for the past two days, I wasn’t turning down an opportunity to have fun. I had baked more than two hundred cookies, designed a website, created two logos, formatted a five-hundred-page book, and taught an online graphic design class with thirty students in it. A chick was tired, but I wasn’t turning down any money. I wasn’t turning down fun either. Life had to be a healthy balance.
I was in my soft life era but hell, I needed money for that. That’s where balance came in. I spent three to six weeks going hard, then I would take one to two weeks off to just live and enjoy life. That had been my thing for the past two years, and I loved it. As the bottle girls were fixing our drinks, a sexy ass, chocolate man ambled into the section with a slight mean mug on his face. He didn’t look menacing, but he simply wasn’t smiling. He favored Hymn, and I wondered if it was his brother, Huncho. The sexy man looked grown as hell, but I knew Huncho was kind of young, and that made me divert my gaze elsewhere.
I was thirty-one, so if he was under twenty-five, I couldn’t do a thing with him. I remembered Brion telling me he got expelled from college back when she first met Hymn, so he definitely wasn’t over twenty-five. Interest dissipated. Mr. Sexy went over to Hymn and gave him dap.
“That’s Hymn’s brother?” I whispered to Brion for clarification.
“Yeah, that’s Huncho. He’s cute right?” she gave me a devilish grin while nudging my arm with hers.
“Um,” I frowned. “Cute in a babyish kind of way. How old is he?”
“I think twenty-four.”
“Oh, hell nah. Nope,” I shook my head adamantly. “He’s a kid.”
“Welllllll,” Brion sang. “He’s not on your level as far as having his own place and stuff like that, but he works for Hymn, and he’s stacking his money while he lives in Hymn’s condo. He also has a car, and he’s mature. He just had a lil’ run with getting into trouble. You can have fun with him.”
“I’ll pass.”
I wasn’t dating with the intention of finding a husband per se, but even the men I had fun with had to have something going on. Lil’ Huncho wasn’t getting no pussy up off me just because his brother was in the NFL. I didn’t even care if he had a lil’ money. It ran deeper than that with me. Winding my hips to the beat and raising my cup in the air, I pushed all thoughts to the back of my mind and zoned out. I had been working super hard lately so when London told me at her gender reveal that I should start a YouTube channel, I became overwhelmed and intrigued at the same time. I didn’t need anything else added to my plate but until I was making six-figures a month, I still had goals to reach. Big ones.
After three songs straight, my feet were hurting, so I refreshed my drink and sat down on the plush couch in the section. A few seconds later, Huncho walked over with a cup in hand. “Mind if I sit here?”
My brows hiked slightly. “Not at all. I didn’t pay for this section, so I can’t tell anyone where to sit. You don’t bite do you?”
Huncho chuckled lightly as he sat down. “It depends but generally, no.”
His statement made heat radiate through my body, and I wasn’t sure why because he was a fuckin’ kid. I started scrolling through my phone, but I could feel Huncho staring at me. Looking over at him, I pursed my lips as if I was asking him what he was looking at.
“You Brion’s sister?”
“Yeah. Josie. Huncho, right?”
He smirked a bit showing off his diamond encrusted grills. “You been checking for a nigga?”
His question made a slight frown grace my face. “Um no.”
Huncho licked his lips with a chuckle. “I was just fucking with you.”
“Ummhmm.”
I went back to my phone, but I couldn’t really concentrate. Huncho was sexy for sure, and he was an adult but…nah. He was grown but that was different from being a grown man in my opinion.
“Wait, you said your name is Josie, right? The Josie that baked those strawberry crunch cookies for the gender reveal?”
I looked back over at him. “Yeah.”
“Man,” he groaned. “Those joints were so good and moist. Yo’ when a nigga got the munchies, they hit so hard. How much will you charge to make me like two dozen of those joints?”
I knew if I continued to bake for money that I would begin to hate baking. It was supposed to be relaxing. Worrying about fulfilling orders and whether or not the cookies came out good was the exact opposite of relaxing. I had to admit, however that knowing my cookies were that big of a hit was a little flattering.
“Um, you’re almost family, so I probably wouldn’t charge you.”
“I need that. I swear to God, and I have to throw you something. I don’t expect you to go in the kitchen and bake me twenty-four cookies from scratch just because your sister is going to marry my brother.”
“I like the way you think.”
Huncho chuckled. “Put my number in your phone, and you can text me whenever they’re ready. I’ll come pick them up.”
