I was up at three in the morning talking to myself. Tapping a few more keys, I gave it a few more minutes to see if anything would pop up. Then, something smacked me dead in my face.
Cooley!
I knew that name from running in the sports circle. It was a long shot, but I had to start somewhere. Typing in a different search prompt, my eyes bugged at the results.
“The fuck,” I muttered.
Right there, on my screen, was Sienna with her billionaire cousins, Baltimore and Dayton Cooley, owners of the Mobile Bears major league baseball team. From there, images of Sienna’s billionaire parents, younger sister, uncles, and other cousins popped up.
“Fuck,” I said to the ceiling.
Last time I checked, my worth was pushing three-hundred-million dollars. Still, I couldn’t think of the first thing to even impress a woman who happened to be a billionaire.
“I’ma cuss that nigga out,” I decided. Legend could’ve been clearer with who the fuck Sienna was. Then, another thought occurred to me. She was walking around freely with not abodyguard in sight. Shit, I had security, and it wasn’t anything to me to put a nigga on somebody’s slab.
Instead of intrigue, now I toyed with being angry. With that last name, Sienna had a target on her back, and who was going to protect her?
Me,I immediately thought. I was going to protect Sienna, especially her heart. It was only right that I protected her heart from niggas who wouldn’t take the first glance at her and see their entire world in her.
She may already have a man, nigga.
Glancing at the clock, I said fuck it and dialed Legend.
“Yeah?” Legend answered. He sounded wide awake but forget that.
“Nigga, when you put me on, you could’ve led with the fact that Sienna is a fuckin’ billionaire.”
Legend chuckled. “What does it matter?”
“It doesn’t matter like that. I’m just—”
“Feelin’ like she’s outta yo’ league?” Legend finished.
Shit, I thought. I was transparent as fuck.
“Sienna’s gorgeous, so we get it,” Ginger came over the line and intoned.
She sounded wide awake, too. Frowning, I tried not thinking about what the hell they were up to at this hour.
“That’s not something anyone leads into a conversation with. Either you find out or you don’t. She’s cool with people not knowing, though,” Ginger concluded. “We saw her sitting courtside with Whimsy, so it’s only a matter of time before her connection to you is plastered all over the blogs.”
“What my wife said,” Legend added. “By the way, you ain’t some bum-ass nigga. And we’ve worked with Sienna a few times. She’s never givenI’m better than youvibes.”
“Never,” Ginger seconded.
“Is she taken, is the question?” I finally asked.
“Not that we know of,” Ginger answered. “Be nice to my girl.”
“Yeah,” I replied. Being nice wasn’t the issue. Keeping my damn hands to myself was the issue. “Aight, y’all be safe.” Their chuckles were muted by me ending the call.
The play was simple. I had to make Sienna fall in love with me and Whimsy, then she would never want to leave us.
Make sure she’s single, first, nigga.Yeah, whatever,I thought.
Closing the laptop, I rolled over and started brainstorming. By the time I found sleep, I had an entire playbook of sequences to run on Miss Sienna. She wouldn’t know what hit her.
CHAPTER 8
