Page 29 of Tangled Hearts
Noir turned her back to him, letting him know his time with her was up. There were a few things she was no nonsense about, and Hov was one of them. He was like a brother to her, and she would always hold him down. Same with Rock until it came to Knycole. For her, she would move mountains and face God. Of course, the feeling was mutual.
“Bitch, you are a savage.” Knycole laughed when Paul finally got the hint and stomped off.
Noir shrugged. “I’m trying to see what Christian’s paid ass is talking about, anyway.” Her mouth formed into anO.
“Oh my Lord. You are going to be the biggest hoe in the city,” Knycole revealed.
“If you think that, you’re dumb. These niggas are crazy about Noir, and Noir doesn’t fuck them all… unless you count mind fucking, then I’m guilty, bitch.” She wagged her tongue before thinking of a plan to get to the head nigga in charge. She loved a man with money, and although Paul was giving her what she needed, she knew Christian would give her what she wanted.
“Whatever, Noir.” Knycole dismissed.
Still babysitting her wine cooler, she kept one eye on the room and the other eye on Hov. She’d spoken to him earlier, and he never mentioned coming to the party. He’d been keeping in touch with her, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, even when Rock was around. The four of them were as thick as thieves. Some would often joke that he was just as much into her as Rock was—maybe even more.
“Body Party” by Ciara came on, and Knycole couldn’t stop her hips from swaying even if she wanted too. She loved that song. Honestly, she was more in tune with older music than she was with what was currently trendy.
“That’s your song, ain’t it?” Noir smiled, knowing her bestie was about to show out on the makeshift dance floor. She loved when Knycole danced because she didn’t do it often. “That damn Jamaican Me Happy must’ve dun’ kicked in,” she teased.
Being that she wasn’t from that side of town, she was a new face to a lot of the men who couldn’t keep their eyes off her. Regardless, Knycole didn’t care. She was in her bag and was about to give them a show.
“Your body is my party. I’m doing this little dance for you, you got me so excited. Now, it’s just me and you,”Knycole sang and popped her ass to the beat as if she were Ciara herself.
“Get it, bitch!” Noir cheered, slapping her ass.
The other girls watched with their faces screwed up while the boys wanted a taste of her. She dropped it low into a split, and every mouth in the room dropped right along with her. Knycole exuded sex appeal and confidence. The cut up denim jeans exposed her chocolate thighs, and the tight weave ponytail gave them the perfect view of her beautiful, almond-shaped brown eyes. Her best feature had to be her smile. It was innocent and simultaneously deadly. Again, she was the perfect package.
For one reason or another, her eyes landed on Hov again. He stood on the wall with one leg propped up while smoke escaped his full lips, never taking his eyes off hers. The beat of her heart sped up while she continued to hump the floor in a split. Unbeknownst to her, a boy pulled out a wad of cash about to make it rain on her.
Before he could pop the rubber band on his stash, Hov was behind him. “I’ll beat the life out of you if you even think about disrespecting her, nigga.” His voice was low but loud enough for the boy to hear him over the bass.
With a nod of his head, his money was back in his pocket. Noir watched the whole scene play out. She wished a nigga would think they were about to try her sister like that.
The music faded out, and Knycole got off the floor. She smiled when she noticed everyone else watching her. Back to the wall she went, but not before looking back over at Hov, who was still watching her.
“Bitch, you did that,” Noir confessed. “All these niggas were in here watching you, and trust these hoes were watching with envious eyes. We might have to slap a bitch before the night is over.”
“Let’s hope not because I don’t feel like fighting a hundred hoes at the same time,” Knyc said, catching her breath.
“You right, but let’s go over there where Hov at,” Noir suggested.
Knycole pursed her lips together. “Your ass just trying to get closer to Christian. You ain’t slick.”
“And I ain’t trying to be.” Noir laughed, grabbing her hand to drag her across the room.
Not putting up much of a fight, she glided across the floor with her stomach in knots. She was feeling something she knew she shouldn’t have felt, and it wasn’t the first time. It was just that now, Rock wasn’t there to take her mind off it.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming to a party?” Knycole said once she was standing in front of Hov.
Turning his head, he blew the smoke out his mouth, away from her. “I wasn’t at first, but since some shit happened that I wanted to celebrate a little, I decided to step out.”
“What happened?” she asked while Noir stood beside her close to Christian, who was openly checking her out.
“You so damn nosey, Knyc. What you doing here, though?” Hov asked, deciding not to get too into detail while a lot of people were around. Of course, Christian knew what was up.
Her eyes went to Noir. “You know how this hoe does.”
“Don’t do me like that. I was invited and decided to get her sad ass out the house. I was trying to be a good friend, unlike you.” Noir bucked her eyes.
“Who invited you?” Christian inserted himself in the conversation. His southern drawl deep and panty wetting.
