James/Carvelli Extras

Happy Birthday Nyla (N+M)

Mateo

"Hi, baby."

"You having fun?"

"Yeah. Thank you," Nyla says into my ear

"You're welcome, beautiful. Happy Birthday." I kiss Nyla on the cheek and when I pull away she rests her cheek on my chest.

Today's her 21st and she's having a big party. I paid for everything, from her outfit to the artists that performed tonight.

I just want my Tesoro happy. And we haven't had much time alone since the twins were born. Tonight she can drink and smoke all she wants. I'll stay closest to sober.

"Is that what you came to get?" I question when I feel Nyla pull a blunt out of my suit jacket pocket.

"Yes, so I can smoke it with my boyfriend," She say's going into my other pocket and takes out my lighter.

"We smoked one already," I say

"So you don't want to smoke with me again? Fine, I'll just take these." She starts to walk away but I pull her back into me.

"Light it, baby. I'm sorry, you know you're my favourite person to smoke with," I say into her ear. The music loud as ever.

"Mhm... I better be," She says after taking a hit and giving it to me. "Don't you dare finish that." Nyla turns around so we're chest to chest.

I smirk behind the blunt before inhaling it and blowing it out.

I have a tendency of finishing a whole blunt in just a few hits. It's bad.

"You ask any of the waiters and they'll get you a pre-rolled one. I rolled some earlier just for you, just how you like it," I say before taking another drag

"I'll save some for later. When the man who paid for this can get a proper 'Thank You'," She she says into my ear before kissing my neck and taking the blunt.

She walks away as I'm stuck in my daze. I watch her leave, her ass swaying behind her black dress.

"You look like you just found a trillion dollars."

"Oh I did. And oh man am I gonna marry it," I say to Jordan, still watching Nyla.

She's got enough weed in her system that she feels confident enough to shake her ass with her girlfriends and not give a damn who's watching.

"You're talking about Nyla?"

"Of course... Trillion dollars just took my weed," I say and Jordan laughs.

"Come on, let's go roll up." He hits my chest and we walk towards the tables.

Nyla specifically asked that there are rolling trays, grinders and papers for people to use.

Of course I got them.

We walk to the VIP area of the club and security lets us through.

My dad let me use his club, but with a fee. The party is by invitation only; meaning we had to close his club for the day.

We get to our booth and sit.

I wave over a waiter and he brings me my tray and papers.

"Was New York the last time you smoked?" Jordan asks as I grind my weed.

"Yeah. Kids change your life for the better, man," I answer

"Real shit. Chanel won't let me see my daughter. Talking bout I'm gonna move her to LA the second I get custody," He grumbles

"Are you going to?" I question, rolling.

"I don't know. I just want to see my daughter," he sighs.

Jordan and Chanel had a baby last year. Broke up not too long after. Jordan's about to move to LA to come work for my family but he doesn't want to leave his daughter.