Bingo.
“Sign it first, and mi ensure you get your father club.”She does as I say, then hands over the signed document.
“Thank you.”
I glance at it, then smile. “Congratulations. By tomorrow the Perez Club is yours, Ms. Perez. It was nice doing business with you.” I shake her hand formally. A few people glanceour way. She clearly doesn’t want to shakemine, but to avoid embarrassment, she does.
“I hate you, Nickoi,” she whispers.
Mi nuh 3 care.
“Bye, Nathalia.”
I signal Gutta and walk out, documents in my hand.
That land is all yours.
59
Converge
Two days after in Jamaica…
I glance at Nickoi sitting at the kitchen island, head down, digging into shrimp
fried rice while scrolling on his phone. No clue what he’s up to. I go back to scrolling until something on my feed catches my eye.
My smile grows.
“Babeeee,” I sing out, and he looks up.
He looks extra handsome today. Maybe it’s the way his loose hair is caught back, paired with his fade. It softens him while still looking bold and I like it.
“Mami,” he grins, probably picking up on my excitement. I practically skip over, wrapping my arms around him from behind. He keeps eating, and I sneak a peek at his screen, he’s using the business app.
I lean in, taking in the sweet, masculine scent at his neck. “Babe mi see something weh mi like,” I start.
“Wah that?” he asks curiously. This man was dead serious when he said he’d give me the world.
“I want this particular thing and I think you should say yes,” I say, meeting his eyes.
He chuckles, rocking slightly as he repeats, “You think I should say yes? Of course mi a go say yes baby.”Whew.
“And after all, this is my first time asking you for something without you suggesting,” I add, watching his smile grow even wider.
He slides the food aside and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me between his legs. We’re close, too close. My heart stumbles, and I drop my gaze.
That’s when I notice his white Crocs withPreziand green charms.
That’s new.
My eyes trail back up to his, and I melt under the weight of his stare. His fingertips graze my thighs, lucky for him, I’m wearing pajama shorts.
“Babe what?” I murmur, unsure why I even ask. He smirks. I press one hand to the counter, trying to stay composed, but the way he’s looking at me makes my breath catch.
If only he knew the effect he has on me…
Scratch that he knows.
