Woodland Hills,
California

Rolling down the street Doja cat blasted through the speakers of my friend and fellow coworker Krish's car.

"Krish where are we headed?" I asked getting nervous because I wasn't too familiar with California yet.

"To my brothers house, I haven't seen him in a while." She said smiling making me look at her uneasy.

"You're okay Yara, my brother isn't mean." She told me knowing how I was when it came to meeting new men.

"Okay."

Pulling up in front of a Spanish colonial style built home I noticed four old school cars parked inside the fence, and one more old school car, a Bentley Bentayga, and a Bentley flying Spur alongside the home in the street.

"Damn whose cars are these?" I asked her unbuckling my seatbelt loving the way they were styled.

"All of them are my brother's cars except for the SUV." Krish then hopped out of the car leaving me to get out alone.

Opening my car door I walked around the front of Krish's Mercedes Benz stepping around all the crumbled up tar, and potholes before making it to the sidewalk.

"Kris this is my best friend Yara, Yara this is my twin brother Kris."

He reached for my hand to shake, so I embraced it softly before responding.

"Nice to meet you." And with that I walked towards the front door feeling my shorts ride up with every step that I took.

Turning around I noticed Krish's brother staring at me which was normal from most men, but from him it felt weird.

"May I go in?" I asked stepping back watching him grab the door for me.

"Of course mama." He told me motioning for me and Krish to enter.

"Wassup baby girl."

I jumped from the voice coming from inside the home.

Looking around I noticed another handsome man but this one had only eyes for Krish.

"Hey." She said before taking a seat on the small recliner.

"Hey." He waived scanning my body before smirking at Krish's brother.

Understanding the smirk I broke the silence.

"Can I use your restroom please?" I asked Krish's brother.

"Yeah come on."

Walking down the long hallway I noticed a bunch of family pictures which brought a wave of nostalgia.

"Right here mama." He opened the door making sure he didn't take his eyes off my ass.

"Thank you."

Walking in I opened my Marc Jacobs bag grabbing my brush, slowly stroking through my hair.

Once I finished I touched up my lip gloss before finally going over to the toilet with my feminine wipes to use it.

After finishing up I washed my hands and checked my outfit.

Walking out I noticed him still standing by the door.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him finally allowing him to catch my graze.

"Yeah, everything's cool, just figured you needed help to get back out." He said still watching my ass.

"Oh-Okay." I stuttered attempting to walk but he stopped me with his forearm.

"All these crazy ass niggas out here in this city and you out here with that on, what you like a buck 30?" He asked me creating small talk.

"Actually no, I'm a buck 65 and I can definitely handle myself if need be." I told him attempting to walk past him.

"Mama it's traffickers all over this city, your lil small ass can be snatched up too no matter how well you defend yourself, so be smart." He told me finally letting me go.