Page 4 of Rhyot & Nyelle (D-Ville Projects #6)

He maneuvered to where his car was parked and almost lost his shit when he saw his ex, Leah, seated on the hood with her legs crossed.

The black on black Dodge Challenger was Rhyot’s pride and joy.

The green racing stripes along with the green hellcat-style vent scoops added to the beauty of the vehicle.

He rushed over, snatching her off his vehicle, not even bothering to greet her.

“Damn, so no hello?” she sassed, amused, throwing her hand on her wide hip as she stared at Rhyot while he continued to move toward the driver’s door.

“Nah,” he responded coolly as he opened the door and slid the duffle bag into the passenger seat.

He didn’t even bother giving her eye contact.

“The fuck you want, Leah? I ain’t got time for the bullshit.

” He tried to dismiss her, and before he knew it, she eased her way toward him, entering his personal space.

Rhyot and Leah were together for almost two years before Rhyot got locked up. The separation really ain’t bother Rhy too bad, especially when he realized she was for the streets.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Why are you playing games, trying to act like you don’t miss me?

” The tequila she had been drinking definitely could be smelled on her breath, causing Rhyot to become annoyed.

He hated talking to her when she was like that.

She’d start acting sloppy and that shit just turned him off.

The way her words slurred slightly gave away her partially intoxicated state.

“’Cause I don’t.” Rhy’s tone never wavered as their eyes finally locked. It was true. Rhy had love for Leah but he was no longer fucking with her on that level and she knew that. So he didn’t understand why she went out of her way to be in his face.

“Yeah okay,” she stated, tracing her long, manicured nails up his thigh until her fingers reached his dick.

“You say that now but this muthafucka telling a whole ’nother story.

I can always welcome you home… properly.

” She smiled cockily at him, her seductive bedroom eyes causing his second head to have a mind of its own.

He took in every inch of her short, thick ass frame. Though he enjoyed the sight of her, had he not had other shit to do he may have entertained her. He moved her hand from his member that he was sure wouldn’t be able to control him had her hand remained on him any longer.

“I’m cool on that, enjoy your night.” With her lips slightly parted in shock, she stepped back as Rhy slid into his vehicle and enclosed himself inside before sparking up a blunt and turning on music. He backed out of his spot and started in the direction of his destination as his mind wandered.

Now that he’d cut ties with the niggas who had crossed him, he was calculating new ways to make bread.

He no longer had to split the profit with anyone else if he didn’t want to.

Rhy was very capable of hitting licks on his own, that’s usually how he preferred, less risks, more reward.

Just as he was about to finish his blunt, he pulled into his destination, the infamous Douglasville Projects also known as D-Ville .

Rhyot killed the engine and grabbed the bag on the seat before climbing out, securing his gun in his waistband. Though he didn’t have beef with anyone in DP, he took the stairs two at a time until he reached her door. Rhy inhaled a deep breath, feeling mellow after the blunts he had just faced.

Hopefully her ass is home , he thought to himself as he knocked three times and waited for a response. He looked around out of habit. She lived at the front side of the projects, meaning he didn’t have to travel through.

He knocked again and this time he heard her on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

“Rhy. Open up,” he stated. Shifting his weight onto one foot, his tall frame leaned against the door coolly. Rhyot heard the locks being turned until the door finally creaked open.

“Rhy?” she muttered as the two stared at one another.

Nyelle stood just inside the door with her bonnet on, chocolate skin glowing, her slim waist and perky ass full breasts peeked from underneath her thin white cami.

Her wide hips were on full display as she sported booty shorts which also showcased her toned, thick thighs.

The faint smell of vanilla and shea butter filled his nostrils.

He gave her body a once-over and was thoroughly impressed.

His eyes scanned every inch of her curves, making sure not to miss an inch.

Nyelle looked at him in confusion but allowed him space to enter.

He didn’t hesitate to cross the threshold and throw the black duffle bag onto her sofa.

When he turned his attention back toward Nyelle, he caught a glimpse of her ass peeking from under her shorts as she locked the door, securing them into her apartment.

Rhyot felt himself caught in a trance. His dick hardened instantly, bricking up so quickly he cursed under his breath.

“Rhy, what is going on? When did you get out? Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” She fired off question after question while flipping the light switch in the living room as Rhyot damn near eye fucked her and she hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Damn…” he muttered, his teeth raking over his bottom lip, giving a glimpse of the diamond grills placed on the bottom row of his mouth.

“What?” Nyelle folded her arms under her breasts and he hoped one nipple popped out. He wanted Nyelle in the worst way. The thought of folding her thick ass and plunging his thick ass dick deep inside her walls crossed his mind but he had to control himself and regain focus.

Before he could respond, something in the room caught his eye.

He zeroed in then stared back at her, her face unreadable.

There was a small pink and white wooden toy box ducked off in a corner with a few dolls sitting on top.

It wasn’t just any toybox either. Rhyot could tell it had been custom made for someone by the princess crown with the letter R etched in the center.

That was when he started to take in the rest of the room and picked up little traces that Nyelle wasn’t the only person who took up space here.

Rhyot’s eyes narrowed. “You babysitting or something. Whose kid shit is this?” He pointed to another corner where there were multiple pairs of Nikes, Jordans, and New Balances sized to fit a baby lined neatly against the wall.

Rhyot’s confusion grew and his heart rate to sped up as he thought about what the fuck Nyelle was going to say.

Nyelle stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He watched her cautiously as she bit her lip nervously and looked away, avoiding eye contact.

She better say something before I crash out , Rhyot thought to himself, feeling his anger build once again, forgetting how he had been practically ready to long dick her down just a few moments earlier.

Rhyot’s jaw tightened and his forehead began to throb. He wasn’t a nigga who liked to repeat himself and he was sure Nyelle had heard him in the quiet apartment

“Answer me, Nyelle. Whose kid shit is this?” he repeated, his voice raising just a little but keeping a firm tone.

Nyelle parted her lips as to speak and Rhyot knew it had to be some shit as he prepared himself for whatever she was about to say. He knew from the uneasy look on her face that it was something that would change the dynamic of their friendship forever.