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Paris'yaire "Paris" Reynolds 19
11:17 PM – Celine Lounge
Celine was packed, the music was loud, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, designer perfume, and top-shelf liquor. It was one of the most exclusive lounges in Atlanta, a place where only the rich, famous, and plugged-in could get past the velvet ropes. Which is exactly why Paris and Key were there.
Paris sat at the bar, sipping on a tequila pineapple, her legs crossed, dressed in a sheer black dress with diamond-studded straps. The fabric clung to her body just right, giving a glimpse of the tattoos that traced her curves. Key, sitting next to her, rocked a red mini dress with thigh-high boots, scrolling through her phone like she wasn't in the middle of one of the hottest spots in the city.
"Bitch, I swear, all these niggas in here, and not one is catching my eye," Key sighed dramatically, taking a sip from her drink.
Paris smirked. "Maybe you finally raised your standards."
Key rolled her eyes. "Or maybe Atlanta niggas just not givin' what they supposed to give."
Paris laughed, shaking her head, but before she could respond, a presence made itself known.
A deep, familiar voice cut through the music.
"Damn. Ain't expect to run into y'all twice."
Paris turned her head and locked eyes with Baby. He looked just as good as he did the other night—if not better.
Dressed in a black fitted tee that hugged his build, a thick Cuban link resting on his chest, and a fresh pair of Dior sneakers, he was the kind of man that turned heads without even trying. His energy was strong, commanding. He had that natural boss aura, and Paris could see exactly why Atlanta moved how he wanted it to.
Key was the first to speak, licking her lips slightly. "Oh, so you remember us?"
Baby smirked. "I can't forget a face like hers." His eyes flickered between them before landing on Paris, who was still casually sipping her drink.
She didn't respond, just raised an eyebrow.
Baby leaned against the bar, nodding at the bartender before glancing back at them. "Y'all was at my club last night, huh?"
Paris's fingers tightened slightly around her glass, but she kept her expression smooth. He had no idea.
Key, playing her role, shrugged. "Yeah, we slid through for a little. Left before shit got crazy, though."
Baby exhaled through his nose. "Yeah... that whole situation was fucked up." He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink before looking back at Paris. "Glad y'all got out safe, though."
Paris gave a small, knowing smirk. "Appreciate it."
Baby studied her, his gaze lingering. He wasn't the type to not get a reaction from a woman, and yet, Paris was damn near unfazed.
That shit intrigued him.
"You from out here?" he asked, taking another sip.
Paris set her glass down. "Nah. Just moved here."
Baby's smirk deepened. "That right? What brought you to the city?"
Paris tilted her head slightly, playing coy. "Business."
That answer made Baby's curiosity spike.
"Yeah?" His eyes stayed on her. "What kinda business?"
Paris's lips curled at the corners. "The kind that makes money."
Baby chuckled, leaning in slightly. He liked her energy. She wasn't pressed, wasn't thirsty, and she wasn't running game like most of these chicks. She was calm and comfortable. Too comfortable.
That made him watch her closer.
"So what's your name, ma?"
Paris sipped her drink before answering. "Paris."
Baby nodded, testing the name on his tongue. "Paris." He glanced at Key. "And you?"
"Key."
He smirked. "I fuck with it. Y'all definitely some new faces out here."
Paris gave a lazy shrug. "We move low."
Baby nodded again, studying her. There was something about her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she was different.
And he liked that shit.
"So you got a man, Paris?"
She smirked, giving him a look. "Why? You tryna apply?"
Baby licked his lips. "Shit, I might."
Paris hummed, glancing at her phone as if she was debating something.
Truth was, she had just gotten an idea.
This man was power. He was the key to the whole city.
What better way to take him down than to get close?
Her smirk deepened as she looked back at him. "Alright, Baby. I'll play along."
She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and handed it to him.
"Put your number in."
Baby raised an eyebrow, but that shit just made him more interested.
He took her phone, typing his number in before handing it back.
"Now you gotta answer when I call," he said, flashing her a knowing grin.
