Page 31 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Hey.” Nikita ran to stand in front of him. “How about we exchange numbers?”
“For what?”
“For whatever.” She lifted her brows momentarily.
“I’m aight. Enjoy ya class.” He turned to me once again, winking with his sexy ass before leaving out.
Nikita watched the whole thing go down, her jaw on the floor.
“Close your mouth before the flies come!” I shouted to her as she started to storm back over to where everyone was practicing all over the large room.
“I thought you were fucking Trayvon!” Nikita boomed, standing in front of me with her horse mouth twisted and arms folded.
“I’m not fucking anybody, especially not Trayvon. You can have him if you want.”
“I don’t! I want that one! You’re a virgin, wasting people’s fucking time, Banks. Just like you’re wasting Kailey’s time having her practice with you for a solo I will have.”
“Nah. I think I will take him and the solo.” I winked at her as Kailey and a few other girls in earshot giggled.
“Mhm, if you say so.” Nikita switched off, her long braid swinging as she did so.
“You think it’s a coincidence that she looks just like a fucking horse and has that long ass braid tail too?” Kailey quizzed as I laughed.
“Let’s focus.” I waved her crazy ass off.
Practice came to a close about an hour and a half later, and I couldn’t wait to relax. My plans to go home, bathe, and soak flew out of the window as soon as I spotted Low climbing out of a Lamborghini.
“What you ’bout to do?” He took my bag off my shoulder, like always, in order to carry it to my car.
“Nothing,” I replied, beaming.
“Aight. I wanna take you out.”
“In public?”
“Yes, in public, but don’t trip. I got all that covered.” He reached to brush his hand across mine gently, but it still sent a heatwave throughout my body. Our fingers intertwined slightly, and though it was a simple, barely there gesture, I felt my nipples harden and heart thrash around my chest cavity at his touch.
“Okay.” I spoke softly before our fingers untangled themselves.
We split up to ride in our own vehicles, and he followed me to my townhouse to wait while I showered then changed into my cactus green mini dress by Christopher Esber. I paired it with some four-inch gold Bottega Veneta knot sandal heels, and the mini square gold Chanel classic flap.
I let my long hair hang freely, since my mama had just redone it, and then slipped on my Cartier bracelets, ring, and kept on my thin gold chains I usually always wore.
After spraying on my Burberry Her perfume, I left and treaded down the stairs to see Low on my couch, legs gaped, with his long arms thrown across the back. He looked just as gangsta as he was, but the innocent and impressed expression he wore on his handsome face as he greedily drank me in was what sped up my heart rate.
“Damn, baby.” He looked down at himself. “They gon’ think I’m yo’ fucking driver.” He ascended, just as I neared him, towering over me while his large hands brushed my waistline.
“They will not. They will think you’re a hood nigga with a pretty, spoiled girlfriend.”
“I can work with that.”
“Good. My daddy always said the easiest way to tell how much money a man was making was to look at his woman.”
“Then I’m doing good.” Low smirked.
“You gotta pay for some of my shit first.” I trailed him as he went to the door to tug it open.
“No issue.” He pulled out two thick knots of cash and handed them to me as I was bypassing him to step outside.
