Page 15 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Asia

I was already tired of working at this club.

All the girls had attitude problems, except for Mylani.

When everyone got a whiff of us hanging out together, more drama began.

They already hated her for whatever reason, especially Candy.

I didn’t know what it was, but hell, Candy acted as if she hated everybody.

Mylani said it was just because she was a hating ass hoe.

She thought that because she’d been here the longest, everybody was beneath her.

Newsflash, we were all shaking our ass for cash.

I was getting ready to go out on the floor to do a few table dances before my set when I got a message from the bartender.

“Ecstasy, you’re being requested in VIP.” Sasha smirked.

“Why you looking at me like that?” I simpered.

“You and Passion’s ass done snatched up the most wanted niggas around. I see y’all. I ain’t mad. Shit, do you, baby girl.”

“I haven’t snatched up anybody. We’re just cool, that’s all,” I countered.

“If you say so. You better hurry up. Mr. Cool is staring a hole through you.” I looked up and saw Houston staring down at me.

When he noticed he had my attention, he grinned widely.

I went ahead and made my way up there, and I saw Mylani was already there grinding on Jersey.

That seemed to be all her nights consisted of these days.

She may have been lucky enough to do a few table dances, but it was very minimal.

The only time she really danced for other men was when she was on stage doing her set.

If she wasn’t hated before, the hate definitely came after Jersey let it be known that she was his girl.

“You couldn’t wait for me to come up here on my own?” I asked as soon as I was in proximity to Houston. As soon as I was close, he pulled me onto his lap.

“I had to get you before them ol’ heads started grabbing at you and shit. You know I’on like that shit, but I can’t trip. You good, though?” He asked, like he always did.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Here.” He handed me the blunt he was smoking. I tried not to get too faded at work, but I felt safe with him, so I indulged.

“You gone leave with me tonight?” he asked against my neck, causing goosebumps to appear.

“Uhh, yeah. I can do that,” I stammered. I was nervous as hell to finally be going home with him. I knew I talked shit about him not trying anything with me, but that was all talk. Men like Houston were intimidating as hell and usually didn’t go for girls like me.

“Aight, bet. We can leave right after you do your set. Don’t worry about, Sway. I’ll holla at him.” I don’t know what kind of dealings Sway had with these brothers, but he listened to everything they said.

I got up to get ready to do my set and got nervous suddenly. On my way out, Mylani joined me.

“Ooh, bitch. I saw y’all all cozy and shit.” She giggled.

“How could you see anything with Jersey demanding all your attention?” I joked.

“Don’t worry about all that. I know I saw Houston all over your fine ass. What was that all about?”

“He finally asked me to go home with him!” I squealed.

“Yass, bitch. It’s about time,” she said excitedly.

“Can you calm down, please? I don’t know if I’m going or not?”

“What you mean, you don’t know if you’re going or not?

Girl, if you don’t take your ass on with that man.

Didn’t you say that you wanted him to make that move?

Move made, bitch. Now enjoy it.” I heard Mylani, and she was right.

I just needed to get out my head. I wanted him to show more interest in me, and he has.

I just needed to prepare myself for whatever was gonna come from this.

***

The rest of the night went by in a flash.

I didn’t know if it was the excitement of finally getting what I asked for or the club was just that busy.

Either way, we were finally pulling up at his house.

He offered to drive us both and have someone pick my car up, but I wanted to drive myself.

I needed that time to get my mind right.

We pulled up to a nice, gated community lined with beautiful high-scale condos.

These condos made my lil’ apartment look like the projects.

I knew I could never afford a place like this.

I followed behind Houston until he stopped in front of a garage.

I guess he had the remote in his car, because the door started rising, and he drove in.

I turned my car off and waited for him to get out his car.

“You gone stay in the car?” he queried, walking up to my car.

“No. I was waiting for you. I am your guest, remember.” I got out after he opened the car door for me.

“You got a bag?”

“Yeah, in the trunk.”

I popped the trunk, and he went to retrieve my bag.

“That’s not a hoe bag or nothing. I always keep a cha—”

“Calm down, shawty. I ain’t judging you. I actually like the fact that you’re prepared. In your kind of work, you never know what can happen. It’s good that you have what you need instead of being without.”

I felt a lil’ better after his revelation. We walked in through the kitchen, and from where I stood, I was pretty sure the rest of the house was just as stunning.

“You can follow me and go take your shower. I know you wanna get that club smell off you,” he offered. He was right. Every night I worked, the first thing I did when I got home was shower. I had people touching on me all night, and it made my skin crawl not knowing where their hands had been.

I went into the bathroom after he had shown me where everything was.

It felt weird showering in a man’s shower, but I refused not to and then have him thinking I was a nasty hoe.

The showerhead he had was amazing, and the water felt good against my skin.

I knew I stayed in here longer than I should have, but it felt too good, and I wanted to savor every moment.

After rinsing off, I collected my dirty clothes and stuffed them back in my bag and slipped on my tank top and shorts that were in my bag.

I already had on slides, so I slid my feet back in those.

When I walked out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, smoking a blunt.

“Damn, I thought I had to come get you. I probably could’ve showered twice waiting on you,” he joked.

“Whatever. Nobody told you to have that bomb ass shower. Had me thinking of excuses just so that I could come use that shit.”

“Shit, you’on need no excuse. Just ask, baby. I got you,” he spoke with hooded eyes. I could tell that he was good and faded because he had already been smoking and drinking at the club.

I was getting nervous by the way he was staring at me. I didn’t know why, because we’d hung out outside the club before, but that was as far as it went. I guess I just needed to get outta my head and let whatever happened, happen. At least if it didn’t work out, I could say that I had my chance.