Page 48 of Surrender to Love

Me: ’Preciate that.

The Man Up Top is really looking out. Kyrah in Deuce’s, twenty minutes from me, on a Friday night is perfect. I’m going to take full advantage. After backing out of my space, I head to my spot, get clean, and dress. Forty minutes after entering my crib, I roll up to Deuce’s and park in the back like usual.

Deuce’s private section is in the center of the reserved sections lining the back wall. I spot my baby as soon as I walk in. She and Alex are sitting in the middle of the large leather booth. Kyrah has her braids up, giving the entire bar a full view of her pretty face. Every inch of me wants to go right over to her, but I fall back and slide to the bar, grabbing a stool in the cut. When I order my drink, I inquire about their tab and take it. I also order them another round.

I watch as the server takes the drinks over to them. With her smile bright as ever, Kyrah thanks her then looks around for the anonymous buyer. Because I’m on the side corner of the bar, she doesn’t see me. Any other nigga sitting back watching a lady would be a creep, but when it’s me watching mine, it’s straight. Her night will end with me, so she can enjoy her girl, the drinks, and the music while I chill. Midway through my drink, a heavy hand lands on my shoulder then Deuce sits on the stool next to me.

“What’s up with her girl?” he asks while his eyes are zoned in on Alex.

“She’s not one of your baby mommas,” I quip, reminding him of his words at my crib.

“Facts but her little tight ass in that dress got a nigga second guessing.”

“Bruh, she’s out of your damn league.”

“Right,” he says dismissively. “You know there’s no one out of my fucking league.”

“She got somebody, I think. She goes to Vegas sometimes and I think the nigga’s there,” I tell him. “She’s too small for you anyway.”

He nods. “But that ass hitting.” He motions to one of the bartenders and she nods. “You staying over here all night?”

“Nah. I’m just letting her have fun with her girl. I got this.”

The bartender walks over and places Deuce’s drink in front of him. “Handle yo’ shit then. I’m ’bout to head to the crib. My fucking head,” he says before killing the drink.

Back in the day, Deuce played football. He was raw too until two hating defensive ends slammed him into the ground. He got a minor concussion and stopped playing because he kept getting migraines. He still gets them shits, and when it’s bad, he shuts down.

“Be easy,” I say and he taps my shoulder before leaving.

When I turn back to Kyrah, I see that she and Alex are up dancing in front of their booth. The rapper Fyre’s new song blasts and all the women rap along with her, even my baby. It sounds like a damn choir up in here. The two bartenders are back to back, swaying and rapping too.

The song ends with Fyre yelling, “Fuck that nigga!” and the DJ kills the music so the ladies scream it too.

I just shake my head and grin as my baby and Alex laugh after they yell. Another song begins and they stay in the dance area. My eyes stay glued to Kyrah as she moves her hips and ass. She has me in a damn trance, and before I even realize it, I’m off the stool, making strides toward her. She starts walking toward me too, but when we meet, she bumps into me, slowly looks me up and down, then brushes right past me. Alex smirks as she passes then they walk to the restroom.

Kyrah’s here for me…

Amused at her but still in a damn trance, my eyes follow my baby’s ass and hips all the way to the restroom door. Her tight ass skirt looks poured on and she’s wearing those boots I love that tie all the way up her thick legs.

Yeah, she wore that shit for me.

I return to the bar and patiently wait for her to exit the restroom. I smile when I see her quickly scan the club looking for me. Her eyes never find me but I’m on her. Once back in the section, she looks again then motions the server over and orders another round of drinks. She lifts her phone briefly then quickly puts it down. She leans in closer to Alex, and when she starts to speak, I get up.

I’m on her mind just like she’s imprinted on mine.

When I approach them, Alex nudges her and she looks up. She tries to downplay her smile but I don’t mask mine. I’ve missed her, every fucking thing about her. Each night when I leave the shop, I toss and turn in my bed after I text her, hoping she will respond. Her scent on my pillow has started to fade and I miss the feel of her soft ass body next to mine.

After stepping behind the booth, I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Can I holla at you for a minute?” I ask and she nods. “Not here though.”

Instead of responding to me, she turns to Alex and says, “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” Alex says with a smile then winks at me.

Kyrah eases to the edge of the half-moon booth and I offer my hand to her, helping her up and pulling her into me.

“Back here,” I say, then place my hand on her ass. We walk to Deuce’s private bathroom outside of his office and I enter the code. I open the door and allow her to enter. As soon as she realizes it’s a bathroom, she looks back at me squinting.

“Should we even be back here?” she asks.