Page 7 of Trading Places

Drey pulls out his lighter and sparks it for me. “We definitely do.”

I take a deep inhale and hold it for a moment. Then I exhale away from his face.

Why this man gotta be fine as hell and completely off-limits to me? If my dad even found out about our little business arrangement, he’d lose his fucking shit.

Kye’s thirsty ass is throwing salt on my game right now. Everything’s been going so well.

Drey stares at me with those dark brown eyes and cute ass lashes. Why are men born with good lashes but we gotta pay for them?

He grabs the blunt from me and takes a few hits, blowing the smoke away from me.

I walk over to my plush couch and pick up my gold ashtray. I curl my finger at him.

Drey walks over to me with that fine ass swagger. Shit, why he gotta look extra good? Ugh. Last night we almost kissed, and I wanted it to happen. He’s not usually my type. I typically stay away from niggas in the streets, but something about him has been pulling me in for a while.

He’s been working for my dad for years, but I met him last year when I popped up at the jazz club because I needed something. My dad stay going to the club to have a drink and food.

He sits down and drops the ashes into the tray. I grab the blunt, putting it in there.

I move into his lap and straddle him. I kiss him and taste the smoke on his tongue.

Drey’s hands go to my waist and he rubs my ass. “You really trying to cheat on your man?”

“You don’t know shit about me and Anthony,” I say, kissing him again. I move aggressively and plant kisses on his neck. His cologne hits me the second I bury my face in his neck.

My hand goes straight to his dick. I squeeze it, and it’s already hard as fuck.

Good, we’re on the same page.

“Damn, girl. You like to take control, huh?”

“Something like that. But you ain’t ready for all that,” I say, pulling back from him.

My front door opens.

“Shit,” I curse. I move off his lap.

Kye stands there with a smirk on her face. “So, when do I start?” she asks, walking over to us. Strutting like she’s on a runway in her six-inch heels and white babydoll dress with thigh-high stockings.

She must still be in her anime phase again. Her hair is in two space buns. She comes over and sits in the middle of us, putting her arms around us. She reaches down and grabs the blunt from the ashtray.

“Your key is for emergencies. Why are you busting in here like the damn police?” I ask, moving away from her and snatching the blunt from her. I put it out and tuck it into my bra.

“I smelled weed, so I had to check things out,” Kye says, laughing.

“Where are you going dressed like that? It’s a little early for Halloween,” Drey laughs.

“Nah, I just like cosplaying. So, when do I start, boss?” Kye says, crossing her legs, as she glares at him.

Drey gets up from his seat. “You’re not. I’ll see you later, Zari,” he says, heading out.

Fuck. I was just about to secure the damn deal, and she’s making shit worse. Maybe I was coming on to him too strong. I don’t know how to be submissive. I rub my temples.

I watch my front door close. “Thanks a lot, Kye.”

Chapter 4

Drey