“Nah, baby girl. You ain’t about to be mixing shit on my account,” Big Dre replied, then looked at Heavy.
Cyren’s eyes followed, giving him that same look from earlier. Heavy’s eyes challenged hers, silently questioning if she’d be good if she took it there.
“Can I?”
That syrupy sweet voice asking for permission hardened his dick and softened his cold heart so quickly, Heavy just knew she’d put a spell on him. He wanted to tell her no, knowing she’d been in the basement with Boobie and whoever, taking shots, but he didn’t. Instead, he extended his arm and lifted his glass to her lips. Helping her drink the amber liquid, Cyren finished off the glass. Her heated gaze didn’t stray from his face as she licked the remnants from her lips.
“Thank you,” she softly said.
Heavy was ready to leave. Or go somewhere. She could show her appreciation in other ways if she wanted to.
“Aye. Y’all ready to sing happy birthday and cut the cake?” Big Dre asked the people in the room, feeling out of place amid their intimate interaction.
Snickering, Cyren leaned into Heavy’s space so he could hear her over the sounds of Babyface Ray playing on the surround system. Unintentionally, she pressed her body against his.Heavy’s hand instinctively maneuvered to her hip, steadying her balance.
“Why are you staring at me so hard? You gotta problem?” Cyren asked.
Her warm breath against the shell of his ear stirred the beast Heavy was trying to contain. Cyren hardly put any space between them, leaning an inch away to stare at his handsome face. As good as she was feeling, her liquid courage almost made her kiss his lips, but she refrained. Her directness, as requested, was eliciting more from him. If that’s what she wanted, Heavy was going to give it to her.
“No problem at all, sweetheart.”Unless you trying to make it one,Heavy thought as she smirked, urging him to continue. “Just keeping an eye on you. That’s all.”
“Oh, okay. Good. Did you try the chicken in there?”
Heavy shook his head. “Nah. It was fire?”
Her eyes lit up, and Heavy chuckled. “Yes! That shit was so good and fresh. Hopefully, it soaks up some of this liquor. Do I look drunk?”
Cyren was back in his ear, whispering so no one else could hear her. Back pressing her body against his, wrapping him in her addictively fragrant scent. He couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of her.
“What’s that you wearing?” Heavy found himself asking instead of answering her question.
Cyren’s brows dipped. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” he denied her access to his intrusive thoughts. “Let me see your eyes.”
Straightening her posture, Cyren grinned and tried widening her eyes, but they wouldn’t budge. All her drunkenness did was enhance her beauty and showcase her real personality. Heavy was feeling it like a mothafucka.
“Open your eyes, girl,” he said, laughing.
“I’m trying!” She yelled a bit louder than she meant to. Tossing a hand over her mouth, Cyren fell into him and laughed. “Oh, my gosh. I’m so loud.”
“And you’re drunk. Don’t reach for shit else to drink.”
Her hooded eyes hardened on him with a squint. “Fine. Whatever you say. Let’s go sing happy birthday,” she said, turning away from him.
Heavy followed. That seemed to be his agenda for the night. Eyes and mind on everything Cyren. Curious, he wondered what her last name was, when she abruptly turned back around.
Heavy looked at her intently with his eyes as she thought over her words. Cyren had a lot on her drunken mind, but she quickly decided to keep her thoughts to herself. Chuckling, Heavy picked up his agenda again, entering the dining room after her. It could have comfortably held twenty people standing, with a ten-foot oak table in the center. There were about thirty guests present, some heading upstairs from the man cave and game room in the basement.
“Man, I hope the cake is chocolate,” Boobie said, placing it on the table.
“Didn’t you pick it up?” Big Dre questioned, grabbing a lighter out of his pocket.
Boobie nodded her head full of single braids. “Yeah, but I ain’t place the order. Ms. Nia did.”
Big Dre smiled. “My baby.”
“This nigga,” Heavy lowly said, chuckling.
