“Okay, Mommy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” We said our ‘I love yous’ then ended the call. Ghana pulled me into his arms and dropped a kiss on my lips. His kiss lingered a little as my arms went around his neck, and his hands rubbed my booty.
“Good morning,” he greeted.
“Good morning, handsome.”
“You’re not supposed to be out of bed yet,” he whispered against my lips.
“My body is an alarm clock. Even when I’m not scheduled to work today, I still manage to get up like I am.”
“Damn. Now I’m disappointed.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“After last night, you shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“It’s f?—”
“Nah. I’m about to fuck you back to sleep.”
“Oh my God! Ah!” I laughed jovially as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me out of the kitchen.
Ghana and I spent most of the morning talking and sexing until he had to go handle some business. I took that time to shower and get home to prepare for part two of our date.
I strongly believed if he didn’t have anything to do, he would have kept me hostage in this loft. Before leaving, he left a note, a single red rose, and an Amex card, instructing me to go to the spa.
The warmth swarming in my belly had me placing a hand over my heart, swooning.
It wasn’t just because of the gesture. I could spoil myself, but it was because of who it came from. When reading over his files from his previous therapist and trips to the hospital, any person would have possibly run away from him.
He had a history of violent behavior, but it wasn’t geared toward people—not that I knew of. I’d learned it was always triggered by something someone else had done.
Just spending a week with him, I could tell he was easily triggered by certain things people would say or a memory. I wasn’t afraid, but I made sure to be alert and aware of what I said or did around him.
Consideration was key.
I grabbed my clutch and left the loft, heading home to get dressed and start my day.
After getting dressed, I headed out to Above All Nails & Spa Bar. I made sure to call up Willow and Kenzi before I left the house to meet them. Of course, once we met up, they wanted to know what happened on the date, but I wasn’t telling, mainlybecause I knew Kenzi didn't want to hear the dirty details of her brother and me, so I only told half the truth.
While we sat getting a pedicure, Kenzi brought us up to date on the wedding, and a woman wearing a blue pantsuit entered the area, carrying an envelope and a bouquet of assorted flowers.
“Is there an Autumn Blake present?” she asked.
“That’s me,” I replied. I already knew who it was from, and I smiled widely when she handed me the flowers and card.
“Have a good day.” She smiled and walked off.
“Lord, what the hell have you done to my brother?” Kenzi asked, staring at me.
“Hunching on him.” Willow giggled. I noticed she was on her third glass of champagne.
I smirked. “Youneed to be hunching on something, while you talking.”
“I’m perfectly fine being celibate. These men are trifling these days.”
I waved her off. “You all talk, but when Ethan comes around, you can’t even hide the stars in your eyes.”