Nyla (Urban)

Nyla 23

If your gonna break his heart, do it now rather than later...

~Khadi

Nyla

"Eyes up here Phil." I grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes away from my cleavage. "Don't come to my house uninvited again. And definitely don't talk to my motherfucking man again, got it? Or you're done."

He nodded his head eagerly, "Yes."

"Tsk tsk, I said eyes up here baby. I wanna make sure you're hearing me." I said softly.

He looked me in the eyes, "Yes Nyla."

"Good boy." I smirked and grabbed his hands, wrapping them around the waistband of my sweatpants.

"I'll let you do the honors."

Afterwards I tied my hair back in a bun as Phil handed me a wad of cash. I counted $500. "You're short a hundred." I mumbled.

"B-but that's usually good enough." He stammered.

"An extra hundred for inviting yourself where you weren't welcome." I said, growing annoyed. He glared at me, but handed over an extra hundred dollar bill. "Thank you sweetheart." I was about to leave when Phil tried to kiss me. I swerved to the right.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He blushed, "Well I-"

"Let's get something straight, you're strictly clientele. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't try it again." I didn't wait for him to reply, just walked out the front door and stuffed the money in my pocket.

Today made my fifth month as an escort. I catered to specifically lonely old wealthy men. Despite this I never allowed for penetration or kisses, mainly because it was something that belonged to Malakai, and Malakai only.

He had no clue, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I just wanted to make sure all the financial responsibility didn't fall on him, so the money was generally a "rainy day" fund. I knew he wouldn't be expecting me back for a few more hours so I decided to head to the store for ingredients. My phone started to ring, and I smirked recognizing Khadi's number.

We still kept in touch, though I didn't ever go into too much detail about where we were."Yo."

"What's good bitch?" She sounded sleepy, and I had to remind myself that her time was hours ahead of mines.

I placed a gallon of milk into the cart and placed the phone between my ear and shoulder, "I'm aight. I got a tattoo of Malakai's name on my thigh not too long ago. He got mine on his arm."

"Oh shit." I could hear her sitting up, "So it's pretty serious then. You know what that means."

"Um. Care to elaborate?"

She started humming 'Here Comes the Bride' and I almost choked. "Hold up, don't be jumping to conclusions. Ain't nobody getting married over here. It's just like you to over complicate things."

"So you don't love that boy." It was a statement.

"Of course I do, but I can do so without wanting to marry his ass. I'm not the marrying type. Plus, I'm only eighteen I think I can wait a while." Someone rolled their cart next mines. It was holding a baby boy, and the mother was checking the price on something as her son began to cry.

A warm feeling ran throughout my body as his face grew beat read and his curly blond hair began to bounce. "Hey baby boy, don't cry." I whispered with a cheesy grin.

His tiny fists wobbled around and I resisted the urge to pick up some random stranger's infant. I tried a funny face, and slowly his wailing subsided. "Yeah, you like that pretty boy?"