Page 29 of Mister Artist

“I can respect that,” Leek said with a nod. “Just as long as you don’t try to be with her. The shit you been on lately—”

“We ain’t even gotta go there,” I interrupted him to say. “I don’t know what she on but I’m sure it’s not that.”

“I would have to agree,” David said, voice low and words slow. “The way she grinding on that nigga, she’s definitely not thinking about you or nobody else.”

My head jerked in the direction of his eyes. Since we were on the top level of the lounge, I had a great view of the dancefloor down on the first level. Sure enough, there was Mal. She looked good as fuck in a crop top and skintight shorts that showed off her toned thighs and wide hips. Tattoos were covering her left arm and right leg and Ilovedthat shit. A tatted woman did it for me every fucking time. My dick instantly started to harden. Herhair was pulled up in a messy bun and she had on cowboy boots that added to her sex appeal.

His arms wrapped around her, and she smiled as she took a pull of her blunt. I’m not exactly sure what caused me to get up and head out of the VIP section, but I couldn’t stop my feet, not even at the pleas of my brother and friends.

23

Malorie

Weed truly made me happy.Even when I didn’t smoke it and chose delta 9 instead, it was able to instantly boost my mood. It made me affectionate too. So affectionate when I felt arms wrap around me, I didn’t bother to push them away. If I wasn’t smoking, there was no way I would have let a complete stranger hold me so close and dance on me like we were lovers. However, as the weed infiltrated my system, my inhibitions were lower, and I welcomed the affection.

“You smell so good, and you sexy as fuck. Can I have you?”

With a giggle, I turned in his arms to face him. He was cute but not really my type. Still, I wrapped my left arm around him as I hit the blunt. His hands lowered to my ass, and within seconds, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away. At first, I thought it was his girlfriend or some shit until I was pressed into the bar and a wide chest blocked my view.

My eyes lifted, and when they landed on Neko’s face, I laughed. I relaxed against the bar as he scowled.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“Nah, what the hell areyoudoing? You know this nigga? Why you letting him grind all on you like that?”

“What does that have to do with you?”

Licking the corner of his mouth, Neek released my arm. He closed his eyes and pulled in deep breaths. When he was relaxed, his shoulders lowered and expression softened.

“What are you doing, Malorie?”

“I’m dancing?” I said, but it sounded more like a question.

“I mean here. And why did you apply to my firm?”

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

With a sigh and roll of my eyes, I stared at him as my head tilted. I figured he’d want to talk about this, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.

“Can we talk in the morning? A serious talk will blow my high and I’m trying to enjoy myself.”

“That’s cool. Who you with?”

Chuckling, I pushed him away from me and turned to look for the bartender. “Myself. Malik told me he was coming here tonight so I pulled up. If I get too cross faded, I know he’ll make sure I get back to my hotel safely. I’m not going to mess up y’all guys’ night though.”

“You still cool with Christina?”

“Yeah, but now that she’s a mama she’s boring.”

I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye as he made his way next to me. “The tattoos… that’s an unexpected addition.”

“Yeah.” I looked at him as I said, “Someone close to my heart gave me a love for art—in all forms.”

“They look amazing, and I haven’t really seen them how I want to. Who did them?”

“Mostly Aspen James.”

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