I couldn’t really see her that good in the dark ass club, but she was pretty as fuck. Little, at least five-six, and had a light caramel complexion. Her short hair was jet black and curly, giving her an exotic look.
She had thick, long lashes that I could tell were hers, nicely shaped eyebrows, a small nose with a gold hoop, and thick, juicy lips that were glossed up.
The sports bra she was wearing revealed two diamond studs between her full breasts. I remembered she had a nice, round ass and hips that I damn sure looked at when she turned that night to make my drink.
I could definitely see why Ocean felt threatened by her. Ocean always thought she was the prettiest girl around and often clashed with anyone she realized actually looked better than her.
Kairi wasn’t wearing makeup like she was that night at the bar, and she was definitely pretty as hell with soft ass skin. But how the fuck did she end up being my damn housekeeper?
I laughed, knowing Ocean would completely lose her shit if she ever found out.
“It really is a small ass world,” I said when Kairi frowned at me, probably wondering why I was laughing.
“Yeah,” she said before clearing her throat again. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“I caught a cold,” I let her know.
“Oh, let me go to the store to get something for it. I’ll be right back.”
She turned to dash away before I could stop her. I shook my head, wrapped the throw blanket around my body, and went into the living area to wait for her to come back.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of my front door closing. My head was spinning at this point.
“I picked up some Tylenol, water, and some more fruit,” she explained, taking everything out of the grocery bag.
“I appreciate that. I damn near ate all those fruits in one day,” I let her know. When I came home last week and saw she had my shit filled with all types of fruits—watermelon, grapes, bananas, and shit—I ate everything within two days.
Plus, she had my condo smelling good as fuck from whatever products she used to clean. My mama made a good choice.
I removed the throw blanket from my body and leaned forward to pick up the Tylenol before popping two into my mouth. I reached my hand out for the bottle of water and found her staring at my tatted chest.
“You gon’ give me the water or what?”
“Sorry!” she stuttered and handed it to me. I took a mouthful while I kept my eyes on her.
It was just crazy how I only saw her a few nights ago, and this girl had been all up in my fucking condo while I wasn’t here.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Twenty-seven,” she answered in a soft tone.
“How you know Ocean?”
“My father has worked under Viper and your dad since I was a teen. I met her and River back then by chance.”
I was surprised to know that she knew Orlando’s bitch ass.
And if she knew River, did that mean she knew Sony too? Nah, I doubt it.
“Well, how come I’ve never seen you before?” I questioned.
The night at the club a few days ago was the first time I ever saw this girl. Trust me, I would remember if I had!
“I usually worked with the catering or cleaning team,” she said. I watched the way she moved her hands so delicately as she spoke.
“Under Carlene,” I added, and she nodded. If she knew my mama’s cousin, then that would explain how she managed to get a job at The Cove and as my housekeeper. But I still couldn’t understand how our paths had never crossed before now.
“What’s up with you and Ocean?” I probed to see if she would let me know.
