“Boy, don’t be rushing out of the section like that. I thought something was wrong,” Mesha said, fixing her dress.
“My bad. Had to handle something,” Heavy offered.
Mesha pursed her lips and smiled. “Mhm. You must be Cyren.”
“I am,” Cyren said, not giving her a smile yet. “And you are?”
Laughing, Mesha nodded. “Oh. I like you. I’m Heavy’s sister, Mesha. Nice tofinallymeet you, girl.”
Only then did she smile. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said, then poked Heavy in his side. “Finally, huh? You been talking about me?”
“Girl,” Mesha exaggerated, ready to tell all his business.
“A’ight. Y’all met. Exchange numbers and shit later. Come on.”
Laughing, Cyren took his outstretched hand, letting him lead them and her girls back to their section. While she was interested in knowing what Heavy had told his sister, she’d wait until they were in private to get details. She took a seat while Heavy stood by the rail, bobbing his head. He looked delicious in his black-striped embroidered-motif MAG. Co. shirt, black denim, and locs pulled back into a bun. The set of diamonds on the bottom row of his teeth was just as real as the ones dancing on his watch and in his ear.
Catching her gaze, Heavy leaned down, unconsciously rubbing her back. “You ready to go?”
“No. I was just checking you out. You look nice.”
Making him blush would forever be in Cyren’s favor.
“Thank you, baby. You looking fine, too. Skin glowing. Got your thighs and titties out. I see you.”
Heavy caressed her soft skin, inhaling her scent. It was a spicy, powdery, floral blend that made him want to eat her ass up in the worst way. Heavy was craving her as if they hadn’t been spending almost every day together. Cyren had gotten so used to waking up at his crib and having him drop her off at work, that on the days she did drive, she was pouting the entire ride. Heavy was spoiling her in the worst way, and Cyren was falling fast.
The DJ smoothly transitioned to a slow jam for the ladies, making Cyren stand from the couch. Seductively, she swayed her hips, snapping her fingers while Toosii & Summer Walker sang about being stuck inside a love cycle. Cyren couldn’t relate more. Feeling the music and the liquor in her system, she faced Heavy and sang the lyrics to him. Caressing her own body, she rubbed her hands over her curves, putting on a show for him.
Heavy’s eyes stayed glued to her as she strutted his way. Cyren was a natural seductress, trapping him in her web of lust because it damn sure couldn’t have been love this soon. Right? Only Cyren could be putting on a performance like they werein his bedroom, in their own world. Her hand trailed down his chest, while Heavy lazily grinned and licked his lips. Spinning her, he held her at the neck and slightly squeezed as she grinded on him.
“I’ma fuck the shit outta you when we get home,” he hissed in her ear.
Grinning, Cyren kept dancing. He’d been saying that a lot lately, hinting that his place was hers, and she’d been acting like it but knew better than to believe anything more. Enjoying the moment, she swayed in his embrace with her eyes closed as his hand protectively rested on her lower stomach. It was the spot where he was dangerously close to cupping her mound, but not quite. Heavy was hiding his treasure from the eyes of those watching them.‘Cause a mothafucka wasalwayswatching.
“Not you over here booed up.”
The feminine voice made Cyren open her eyes. The woman standing before them was gorgeous. She’d give her that. Her chocolate-hued complexion glistened in the leather bralette and matching pants.
“If that’s what you wanna call it,” Heavy said, not denying exactly what it was.
She chuckled and nodded. “That’s exactly what it is. I just find it real funny how?—”
“Girl, c’mon. Worry about that nigga later,” one of Tish’s friends said, pulling her arm.
She already knew Tish was about to start some shit. Before she walked off, she looked Cyren up and down, who stared right back. She wasn’t intimidated by any woman by far but found her to be bold as hell. This was exactly why she hadn’t let things progress between them. When she tried moving out of his embrace, Heavy held her tighter.
“Don’t do that,” he spoke against her ear.
“Let me go.”
Cyren was calm now, but if he didn’t remove his arm from around her, she was going to turn up. Heavy held her in place, wanting clarity, when really there wasn’t anything to figure out. He knew what was up.
“You gotta attitude all of a sudden?”
“Nope. I’m just peachy. Can you let me go so I can use the restroom?”
Exhaling, Heavy dropped his arm, and she was out of his reach in two seconds. She wasn’t lying; she did have to use the restroom, but she also wanted to get away from him so she could check her feelings. Motioning for Gabi to come here, they clasped hands and moved through the crowd and down the steps.
