Late Night Vibes

Chapter 1: Midnight Call

Mikki’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen glowing in the dark. 1:27 AM. *Yoo. u up?* The name above the text made her pulse quicken—Ab-Soul. She stared at the words, her mind racing. Late-night texts from him were uncharted territory, and damn if it didn’t send a thrill straight through her. She typed a quick *Yeah, I’m up. What’s good?* before she could overthink it.

Her phone lit up again almost instantly. *I’m tryna slide thru, you know. Been a minute since I seen that pretty lil face. Maybe we can chop it up.* Chop it up. She smirked at the phrase. Sure, they could talk music, vibe over industry moves, sip Henny, and smoke a blunt or two at his West Hollywood spot. But the undercurrent of his words wasn’t lost on her. This wasn’t just about beats and bars. Not at this hour.

Mikki bit her lip, weighing her options. She was the newest artist on TDE, just 18, with a fire in her soul and lyrics that cut deep. Ab-Soul, at 37, was a legend in the game, a mentor of sorts, but also a man whose gaze lingered a little too long during studio sessions. She’d caught him watching her hum softly while scribbling verses, his nods of approval laced with something heavier. Something unspoken. And tonight, she felt ready to test those waters.

The Uber dropped her off outside his crib, the sleek Bentayga parked out front a silent flex. Ab-Soul leaned against it, a blunt glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night air. His eyes lit up when he saw her, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face. He stubbed out the blunt and pulled her into a hug that lingered, his hands firm on her back, the scent of weed and Henny clinging to him like a second skin.

“Damn, girl, you lookin’ finer than I remembered,” he said, his voice low and smooth as they stepped inside. His hand rested just above her ass, guiding her through the door with a casual possessiveness that made her skin tingle.

“Keep talkin’ like that, and I might think you got ulterior motives,” Mikki shot back, her tone sharp but playful, a smirk tugging at her lips. She wasn’t about to let him think he had her figured out.

He chuckled, pouring two glasses of Henny and handing her one. “Motives? Nah, I just wanna vibe with my favorite new artist. But if you tryna read between the lines, I ain’t gonna stop you.” His gaze was piercing, drinking her in as she took a sip, the liquor burning down her throat and warming her core.

They passed the blunt back and forth, the room hazing over with smoke and unspoken tension. Mikki felt the high hit, her head spinning as she caught Ab-Soul staring, his eyes tracing her curves like he was memorizing every inch. She shifted under his scrutiny, sipping her drink to break the intensity.

“What you over there thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice a velvet growl, leaning closer on the couch.

She met his eyes, unflinching, her own fire matching his. “Tryna keep my head on the music, Soul. But you makin’ it real hard with all this late-night energy.” Her words were a challenge, daring him to push further.

He grinned, taking a long pull from the blunt before passing it back. “Aight, bet. Let’s take this upstairs then. Get a better vibe goin’.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs as she followed him up the stairs, his hand brushing the small of her back, heat radiating from his touch. They reached his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. Ab-Soul kicked off his slides and dropped onto the bed, patting the space beside him. Mikki hesitated for half a second before joining him, settling in close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

“Damn, you got no idea how long I been wantin’ this,” he murmured, turning to face her, his hand reaching out to trace her jawline. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, a spark igniting between her thighs.

“Oh, I got an idea,” she replied, her voice steady despite the rush of heat building inside her. “Question is, you gonna keep talkin’ or show me what’s up?”

His eyes darkened, a hungry edge to his smile as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Bet. I’ma show you exactly what’s up.” His hand slid down her side, gripping her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her through his jeans, a silent promise of what was coming. Her own body responded, a wet heat pooling between her legs, her breath hitching as his fingers teased the edge of her shirt.

“Keep playin’ like that, and I might just take control,” she warned, her voice dripping with confidence, even as her body ached for more.

“Shit, I’d like to see you try,” he shot back, his lips brushing her neck, sending a jolt straight to her core. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air charged with raw, electric need. Whatever happened next, Mikki knew she wasn’t just here to vibe—she was here to claim every damn thing she wanted.