Page 26 of Too Many One Nights

“Oh, aight,” was all he said before he hung up. “Why you and yo’ sister got nigga names,” he quizzed.

“We don’t have nigga names. My name is Nicari, and hers is Jameala. We just go by Nic and Mel for short. Why the fuck you and your brothers got old white men names,” I countered, and he chuckled but didn’t respond.

I was surprised to see that we were pulling up to his building. Instead of parking in the front lot, he went through the back and parked in a parking garage. I looked at his side profile once again, but he said nothing. Once he had the truck parked, he rounded the truck and opened the door for me. He still said nothing. I was started to get nervous because this lot was dark as hell. I reached for my phone but realized he still had it.

When we got inside, we went to a different elevator. I watch him press P5. The doors opened to an apartment like the one downstairs, but this was more on a penthouse level. It had floor to ceiling windows that gave a beautiful view of downtown. There was a fireplace in the living room with a seventy-five inch tv mounted above it. The entire color scheme, from what I could see, was brown and gold. I turned around, and he was right behind me, causing me bump into his chest.

“Here.” He handed me the bag he got from the gas station and walked toward the kitchen, which was equally massive and beautiful as the living room. It had brown marble counter tops with copper-colored appliances. The connected dining area had a glass table with eight copper- colored leather chairs around it.

“Whose house is this?” I asked.

“It’s mine, and now yours.”

Mine? What did he mean by mine?

“I thought you lived downstairs and what do you mean by mine?”

“I live there too, and you’ll be staying here so I can keep an eye on you. I got some shit in the other room until tomorrow. You can make a list, or we can go together, but this is going to be your residence until we find out if that baby is mine or not. For your sake, you better hope it is or both of y’all gone be singing ‘Going Up To Yonder’, because you’ll definitely go to be with your Lord.” I just stood and looked at him like he’d lost his mind before he started speaking again. “Come on,” he demanded as he walked down the hallway and opened the door to a bedroom.

“This is your room. It only has the basics right now. You can do with it as you please. My room is on the other side of the house but don’t just walk in my shit. You’re free to make something for you to eat. I got some shit in there and whatever I don’t have that you fuck with, I’ll grab it.”

“You’re going to stay here, too?” I had to ask because this wasn’t the place I came to.

“Yeah. I’on bring bitches up here, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“So, you’re going to be fucking other bitches while I’m up here doing what, exactly?” I placed my hand on my hips and cocked my head to the side.

“You’re not my bitch, so it shouldn’t matter,” was all he said before he turned around to leave.

This nigga has really lost his mind as I stood there and watched his sexy ass walk away. I couldn’t wait to tell Mel about this shit.

11

Chapter Eleven

Buck

AfterIgotGoldiesituated, I left her in her room and headed to mine. I only came in here to use the bathroom. I was going to meet Stacks at his club, ‘Stacks On Deck’. I needed to decompress from today and all the shit that was going on around me. What better way than to look at some big booty bitches. Once I handled my hygiene, I grabbed the keys to my Audi and left. I told Goldie she had free rein inside the house, so I didn’t need to run anything else by her.

When I pulled up to the club, I parked in the back by his car. The only time he wasn’t on that bike was when he had to handle money. It looks like I came on the right night. After punching in the code to the back door, I let myself in and headed inside to see where Stacks was. You would think he didn’t have a business of his own the way he was always up in mine, but that wasn’t the case at all. The nigga had the hottest strip club in the city, and some of the baddest bitches worked here.

I made my way through the crowd and headed to Stacks’ suite that was up top. It was a glass room that he could still look down and peep shit. When I got up there, he was smoking a blunt with one of the niggas that be at the bike yard named Stone.

“Damn, nigga. You look like you need a hug,” his ignorant ass chortled.

“I’on need shit.” I pressed the button on the side of my chair to get the waitress that was assigned to the section attention.

“Yes?” she cooed into the phone.

“Bring me a bottle of Louis. Unopened,” I ordered.

“Be right up,” she countered.

“You paying for that shit, too,” Stacks threw out.

“Get it in blood, nigga.” I smirked. This nigga knew damn well I wasn’t paying for shit like he wasn’t paying for shit when he came to Linc’s or Vault.

“Wassup, though. I see the shit all in ya face. Some shit happened?” I glanced over at the nigga Stone. I was cool with him but not cool enough to discuss my personal business in front of him. Stacks caught on and asked him to give us a minute. Nodding, he left the suite and gave us the privacy we requested.

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