Page 14 of Rhyot & Nyelle
Nyelle stepped in close like she was about to take a swing but surprised Rhyot when she spoke instead.
“He’s mine now. He honestly should’vebeenmine. You clearly ain’t know what the fuck you had while you were with him.”
The ex scoffed, stepping closer, but she knew how Nyelle gave it up if needed.
“He only fucking on you because you’re an easy ass homie hopper,” she stated matter of factly before turning to Rhyot. “You over here playing house with the next nigga baby, Rhy?”
Rhy’s jaw twitched. He knew Nyelle could’ve tagged her ass, but due to the circumstances and where they were, he was gonna put Leah in her place. He handed Lil Rhy to Nyelle before she could protest or try to fight Leah.
“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is and honestly I don’t give a fuck. I’m at where I’m at because I wanna be with Nyelle,” he stated matter of factly. “As a woman, I’mma need you to move the fuck along and stop trying to press a dead situation.”
“Nah. I’m not even gonna believe that.” Leah shook her head and tilted it cockily while licking her lips, staring him up and down.
Rhy nodded and grabbed Ny’s hand, pulling her into him to prove his point. To make his stance even clearer, he lifted her chin and kissed her right there in the middle of the block,not a cute little quick peck either. It was passionate, sloppy, hot, and had Nyelle damn near floating away. Even some of the bystanders were fanning themselves.
Leah’s face turned red with embarrassment and she walked away with her head hung low, unable to say anything else. She learned her lesson about stepping to Rhy or Ny, Rhyot made sure of it. He played no games when it came to his lady and vice versa.
The seat of Nyelle’s panties was now soaked and she had a yearning that only her man could please. “You better stop kissing me like that before we get back in the house.” The smile etched onto his face was a mile wide.
“Shitttttt! Say no more,” he joked and grabbed her hand, but she pulled away, causing him to crack up. The trio made their way through the party until they ended up under the white tent at Aunt Emma’s vendor table which sat by the DJ booth.
“What’s good, Aunty E?” Rhyot asked as he leaned over her table, careful not to knock anything over as he placed a kiss on her cheek. Nyelle did the same thing while Rhyelle shyly hid behind Nyelle’s leg. Ny and Aunt Emma had known each other for years, and though the two weren’t close, they still had love and respect for one another.
“I’m good, baby boy, just out here trying to get these coins.” She pinched her thumb, index, and middle fingers together to make the money motion. “What you want me to make you?”
“You already know!” Rhy rubbed his hands together then reached for Nyelle’s hand. Rhyelle stood between them bobbing to the music. “Gimme one of your specials.”
With that Aunt Emma went to work. She grabbed vodka, coconut rum, and peach schnapps along with pineapple, cranberry, and orange juice and went to work. She grabbed her shaker, some ice, and continued to whip up the cocktail. She topped the drink off with an orange wedge before handing it overto Rhyot who passed her two blue faces which she slid into her pocket.
Rhyot raised a brow, smirking before taking a sip of the drink.
“Yo! This shit is fire,” he stated before he continued drinking the cocktail.
Rhyot observed from a distance as Kassir, one of the heads of DP, carried who Rhyot assumed was Kassir’s girl through the party into one of the buildings.
“Babe, how does it taste?” Ny inquired, looking back and forth between him and his drink. Rhyot chuckled, knowing her ass wanted some and handed it over, which she readily accepted. He watched as she damn near tried to down his whole cocktail.
“Ay, man,” he said, stepping into her personal space. “Slow down, ma. Ion think you can handle all that.”
“I can handle it alright,” Ny stated, giving Rhy’s frame a onceover and slowly stopping her gaze at his midsection before their eyes met again. “As a matter of fact, Aunty, I’ll take the same thing.” She handed Rhy his cup and turned her attention to Ms. Emma.
Emma chuckled, shaking her head while sipping on her own little red cup of what Rhyot assumed was Hennessy due to its dark color. She set her cup down. “Alright, that’s my girl!” she egged Ny on and began whipping up an identical cocktail.
Once she handed Nyelle her cocktail, she asked her a gnawing question, “So what is this going on between y'all, Ny? You got my nephew out here buying toys and what not… Next he gon’ tell me he is ready to settle down and get married.”
Ny coughed a little from the liquor sliding down the wrong pipe and quickly pressed her palm to her chest. “Married? Aunty,whew,you moving a little too fast.” Nyelle laughed nervously, trying to play it off, but in reality the wheels in her head were spinning.
Rhyot, however, didn’t laugh. He just stood there with that sly grin stretching across his lips, sipping the rest of his drink as his eyes lingered on Nyelle like he already knew something she didn’t.
“What you smirking at?” Nyelle frowned, narrowing her eyes at him as she sensed he was up to something. One thing about Nyelle, she hated being out of the loop.
“Nothing,” he replied coolly, still smirking as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Aunty just knows what type of time I’m on, that’s all.”
Ny’s stomach was now doing somersaults as the weight of his words settled. She turned her head sharply, locking eyes with him. “Rhy, stop playing so much.”
“Who said I’m playing?” he stated, leaning in closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Emma cackled loud enough for the DJ to look their way briefly. “See? I told you he is ready to lock it down, niece. He got your ass out here ready to melt right now.”
