The softness pressedagainst my chest as the morning sun greeted me, making what went down yesterday worth the backlash. I had the love of my life wrapped in my arms after rounds of sex and conversation. There was no more tension amongst us, but I knew she was still a little worried about what had happened.
It was why I shut her phone off.
This week was all about us. I didn’t need anybody or anyone distracting her—just us vibing and getting back in tune with each other.
I pressed my lips to her shoulder and rubbed on her hip and ass, then slowly got up from the bed to take care of my hygiene.The chef was on his way to set up breakfast, and I had a few calls to make before I shut my phone off and ignored the world.
I exited the bathroom after my shower, seeing Jordin still fast asleep. I smiled, then went over to my luggage and pulled out my attire for the day. I dressed down in some linen shorts and a shirt, slid on my TAG Heuer watch, platinum chain, and Versace slides, then headed out of the room.
When I entered the kitchen, Alden, the chef, was inside, setting everything up. Meeko had made the introduction over Zoom. Alden was a world-renowned chef who cooked for many celebs and politicians. How Meek knew him, I didn’t know, but he had come highly recommended by my guy, so I fucked with it.
“Grand rising, Al,” I greeted. He looked over from heating the skillet and smiled.
“Greetings, Mr. Sullivan. Breakfast should be complete in a moment.”
“Take your time,” I told him, then slid out of the patio doors from the kitchen.
The scenery was breathtaking.
Being on a private island with the beach as our backdrop was truly amazing. I took a moment to just breathe in the air as the scent of fresh saltwater invaded my nostrils. After breakfast, I planned for us to go into town to do some shopping or whatever else she wanted to do. I wanted to show her a good time while we got back into the groove of things. I’d only been out of prison for forty-eight hours, and within that time, I’d only spoken to Meeko, Killa, and my barber.
Both Meeko and Killa had been super supportive these last fifteen years, and I appreciated them more than they knew. They had become my unofficial assistants when it came to handling business. It was a struggle at first because I couldn’t talk to them the way I wanted to, so a lot of the deals they made had tohappen without me, but they always made the best decisions on my behalf.
My only stipulation for them was that they get out of the streets. I didn’t want any illegal shit going on around my businesses, so they respectfully bowed out of the streets, and I made sure to keep the money flowing their way.
I opened my phone, trying to figure out this video shit to call Meeko, but the shit was frustrating. I was used to Nextel flip phones, so this iPhone shit was annoying.
The phone rang with a video call from Meeko. I hit the green button, and he connected the call with him and Killa as their faces popped up on the screen.
“What up, my G! You looking good, fam,” Killa said.
“Appreciate it, fam. I don’t like this damn phone, Meek. Give me a damn Android, some shit I’m used to.”
They both laughed.
“Nah, nigga. It’s 2018. Time to get into the present,” Killa jested.
“He’s right, Zi. I mean, I can get you an Android as your secondary phone if you want, but everybody is in the iPhone era now.”
“I’ll choose the flip phone era every time.” We all laughed, then got down to business. “So, what’s the word?” I asked.
“The designer for the watches finally reached out. He said he’ll be back in town next month, and we can set up a meeting then to go over the contract and designs,” Killa said.
I nodded. “Cool. What else?”
“As far as business, that’s all,” Meeko replied. “Now, on to other things. There’s a video going around of you busting up the wedding. It’s all over the internet.”
I rubbed my beard and looked out at the water. I figured it would be some backlash behind what happened, so it didn’t surprise me. I wasn’t too in tune with any social media sites.Meeko had set me up with a Facebook and Instagram business page, but he ran it while I was away. So, hearing that bullshit hit the airwaves made me feel two percent bad because I knew it was what Dinny feared would happen. I wasn’t trying to ruin anything for her, but I couldn’t let my woman marry another man.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. How is she holding up? Y’all good?” Killa asked.
I nodded. “More than good. See what y’all can do about getting any videos taken down. I know y’all know some tech niggas that can erase that shit.”
“I’m on it,” Meek said.
“A’ight. I gotta go. If I need anything else, I’ll hit y’all. If y’all need me, y’all know what to do.”