“Oh, hell no! Take me out the fucking group chat!” Kenz exclaimed as we hollered. I grabbed my phone and went to my text messages, pressing Ghana’s name to send him a message.
Me:
Kera Moring? You’re really showing out, Mr. Abara.
Mr. Big:
It’s nothing, baby. Keep being you, and you gon’ stay spoiled. Pretty ass can get anything you want out of me.
Me:
All I need is you, your loyalty, and your dick.
Mr. Big:
Keep talkin’ that shit, and you gon’ get that pussy sucked from the back.
Me:
Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mr. Abara.
Mr. Big:
That’s a definite promise, Ros. See you tonight.
I closed out the text thread with a soft smile on my face. I had a feeling this thing with Ghana was going to progress beautifully.
I had high hopes.
Even though the future was unclear.
I stood inside the hangar, watching as the rented Maybach pulled into the lot. I was never one to be nervous about anything, aside from bringing life into this world, but Ros made me feel that way.
I knew it was my mind trying to play tricks on me, making me believe whatever I felt for her wasn’t real. That maybe I was doing too much too soon, and she would eventually stop fucking with me.
It was a possibility, one I pushed to the back of my mind as soon as she stepped out of the back of the luxury car.
The long, red gown that fit her like a glove, flowed delicately down her legs, and had a slit that went up to her thick thigh. Instead of her hair being in her usual bushel of honey-blondecurls, it lay straight and softly down her back. The Harry Winston diamond necklace and bracelet I copped for her to go along with her outfit made her shine even more than she already did.
If there was a question of my heart, shorty already had that shit.
There was no other way to describe this feeling of longing for someone I barely knew. I tried to stop myself from claiming her too soon because I didn’t want her to think I wascrazy, but it was too fucking late.
I was enamored by her.
“Sir, you are going to have to explain what you do for a living because this is too much,” she said, smiling brightly once she made it to me.
“I got you, baby. You look beautiful tonight, love.” I kissed her cheek as she hugged me.
“You look handsome yourself. Love how you’re matching my fly.” She winked and smiled at me. It was a gamble, rocking a red suit, but my tailor got me together. I paired it with a black button-down, black suede Tom Ford loafers, and a black handkerchief. I got a fresh cut earlier and only wore my gold Carrera Chronograph Tag Heuer and a single gold chain with the cross charm.
“Thank you, beloved.”
“Okay, now, explain to me why we’re getting on a helicopter. And where is the pilot?”
“We have reservations at an exclusive place. And . . . you’re looking at him.”
“Uh un. No way. Are you serious?”