Page 42 of Sweetest Temptation
“Same,” she replied, forcing a polite smile before excusing herself and tugging Nyala off to the side.
“Damn, Mir,” Ryan said, watching them walk away. “I can see why you were chasing after shorty. She bad as fuck. Whew! And that’s what you call, ass for days!”
I cut him a look. “Nigga, don’t get knocked the fuck out.” I was serious as fuck. Ryan may be cool, and Zanova may not be my girlyet, but I’ll definitely shoot his ass over speaking out the way about her. He could save his remarks for Nyala.
He laughed, throwing his hands up. “Oh, that’s wifey now, huh? If you are ready to square up behind her, I can dig it.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Man, I’m trying to lock down Nyala, but shorty ain’t the relationship type. She told me she justwants toexplore.” He shook his head, glancing over at her with a lovesick look. “Exploring my ass. After hitting that good-ass shit between her legs, I’m already shopping for a ring.”
I laughed and shook my head. “My boy, you whipped.”
“And you ain’t?” He shot back with a grin. “I saw that video going around. Y’all looked like y’all both were ready to take each other down in that bakery, bruh.”
I saw the video Ryan was talking about, and I couldn’t say that I was mad. I actually was feeling the shit. I’d even shared the shit to my story on IG. The internet was eating up the videos and pictures of us at her bakery, and I couldn’t front—we did look fucking good together.
I smirked, raking my fingers through my beard, my gaze drifting back to where Zanova was standing. She looked tense, still giving Nyala a piece of her mind, but even pissed off, she glowed.
“Man, I don’t know what it is about her. She has this innocent energy about her, but there’s fire underneath all that thickness. She doesn't even know what she does to a nigga… That’s the dangerous part.”
Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, that kind of woman could mess around and humble a man really quick.”
I nodded, still watching her. “Zanova is one of those rare types of females. The type that’ll have you thinking differently. And that’s exactly why I can’t let her slip by.”
“I feel you. I just hope Paige doesn’t try to run this one off. You remember what happened to the last shorty she caught you with.”
“I ain’t worried about Paige. She needs to be more worried about her baby and that nigga she laid up with. They’re both lucky they’re even breathing.”
Just when he was about to respond, Zanova and her girl were walking back over. Ryan grabbed Nyala by the hand and told mehe would get up with me tomorrow. I guess that was a sign they were about to disappear and do some nasty shit.
Zanova and I went to the bar and got ourselves a drink. I could tell she still wasn’t feeling this party, so after we ordered our drink of choice, I suggested we leave, and she quickly agreed. I walked her back to her room. The elevator ride was quiet. Neither of us spoke until we reached her suite.
She opened her little purse thing and pulled out her keycard to unlock her door. The soft beep echoed, and she pushed it open, the light from inside spilling out into the dim hallway.
Then she turned to look at me, her voice low. “I’m sorry for making you leave the party. Thanks for escorting me back to my room. If you want to go back, you should.” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Nah, I’m good. I think I’m going to go to my room and probably watch a movie or something.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You have a good night, Ms. Pierce.” I turned to walk away but stopped when Zanova called my name.
“Samir, wait…”
I turned back around, my brow raised. She stood halfway out her doorway, biting down on her bottom lip like she was debating if she should even speak.
“What’s up? You good?”
“Um…” She tucked a loose braid behind her ear. “It’s still early, and I’m not really tired yet. You want to come in and watch a movie with me? I promise, I’m good company.”
I smirked, stepping a little closer. “Oh, I get it. You want to Netflix and chill. I must warn you, though, I don’t give it up on the first date.”
She laughed at my joke, shaking her head. “Boy, please.”
“I’m just saying… I don’t want any funny business when that movie gets good.”
She playfully rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You coming in or not?”
“Depends.” I took a step forward until I was standing right in front of her. “You gonna behave?”
“No promises.”
I chuckled under my breath and brushed past her into the suite. While Zanova excused herself to change, I slipped off my jacket and kicked off my shoes before sinking into the sofa. I grabbed the remote from the coffee table, hit the Netflix button, and started flipping through movies, trying to find a good one.
When her door opened, I glanced up and damn near lost my breath. Zanova came out in some spandex shorts and a thin-ass tank top. All the makeup was gone, leaving soft skin and natural beauty. She crossed the room barefoot and sat beside me, tucking one leg under her with ease, like she ain’t have a nigga stuck like chuck.
