Deeper Than Love by Nicole Jackson

Author:Nicole Jackson [Jackson, Nicole & Jackson, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole Jackson Presents
Published: 2022-10-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Sauntering into the section in the middle of the club, Dreka donned an off the shoulders long sleeved cropped top, a tiny mini-tennis skirt, along with a pair of tall Giuseppe sandals. Frilly curls had been intricately placed in her laced wig, framing her face perfectly.

Lickz’s dick instantly rocked up at the sight of her. Her fat ass cheeks were literally exposed, and he’d never seen an ass so perfectly rounded.

Dreka had a nice bow to her thick legs, and had the sexiest walk. It was almost hard to believe that she was the same bad ass Dreka he’d watched grow up.

“Y’all made it,” Lickz smiled, as he embraced Mix.

“See, we came through,” Nunnie stood beside Mix, cheesing.

Meanwhile, Dreka had stepped into the space, and hadn’t bothered to look his way.

“Say, help y’all selves to the drinks,” Lickz offered. “Excuse me.” He ambled around them, before stepping up to Dreka. “I see you came, after all.”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear the butterflies brewing in her stomach.

“What made you change your mind?”

“Wasn’t shit else to do.”

He lightly chuckled. “Is that right?”

“Yep.”

Remaining directly in her face, his eyes traveled over her body. “Say, no cap, I aint know you was packing all this around. You sexier than a muthafucka. On my mama.”

Rolling her eyes, Dreka tried to play it cool, but it was hard. She’d literally been crushing on this man for years. Since she was thirteen to be exact. And now, here he was, gawking at her, as if this was his first time seeing her.

Not surprising, Lickz was dope boy fresh. Rocking a Marc Jacobs Runway printed long sleeve shirt, distressed tie-dyed jeans, and Louboutin sneakers, he was never basic.

His long dreads were neat, and naturally sandy brown with hints of blonde. The roots were freshly twisted. His edge up was precise. His hazel eyes sparkled, even in that dimly lit club, while his rich cologne smelt mesmerizing.

“If you say so,” she responded sassily, not wanting to seem hard up for his attention.

“Yeah, okay. You drinking tonight?”

She paused, thinking about it. “Maybe in a lil’ bit. I gotta put something on my stomach first.”

“Yeah?” he glimpsed around. “Well, we gotta fix that, pronto. Say.” He waved the waitress over.

Approaching them with booty shorts up her ass, the bottle girl leaned in awfully close, supposedly to hear him. “What did you say?”

Dreka lifted a brow, as she watched him interact with the attractive bottle girl.

Lickz stepped back, making space between him and the girl. “I need you to take my friend’s order.” He gestured at Dreka. “Put whatever she wants on my tab.”

The girl nodded, before turning to Dreka. “What can I get you?”

Dreka scratched her scalp. “Give me the Cajun pasta with the fried lobster.”

“Anything else?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, I’ll be back with your order,” she promised, before twisting off.

Leaning over, Lickz spoke in Dreka’s ear. “So, you left that nigga at home?”

“Nah, aint no nigga to leave.”

He frowned. “Now you playing with my intelligence, lil’ mama.

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