Page 11 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

Back at the estate, he pulled through the gates, shut the engine, and opened the door for me to step out. Just as I turned my body, he stood between my legs.

“Remy, I want you, and I’m done acting like I don’t. I wanted to respect the fact that you might be married to my nigga in a week. But I can’t get your voice or that pretty ass smile off my mind.” I smiled as I finally made eye contact with him. But I didn’t know what to say.

When I didn’t respond, he continued. “If that’s not what you want, then that’s cool too.”

I reached upward and ran my hands through his chin hair.

I leaned forward and kissed him this time. Throwing my arms behind his head while he rubbed the spread of my hips. The growl that escaped his body while we kissed vibrated through my body, making me squirm in my seat and my panties dampen. I broke the kiss and pushed him back before I stepped out of the car and walked into the house. I didn’t need to confirm what he already knew.

Going inside, I went into the kitchen to put away the groceries that he was bringing in. I giggled because I literally couldn’t remember the last time that I had done something so normal like going to the store for more than a thing or two.

He brought them in and began placing them on the counter for me to sort through, so I started to put all the cold items in the refrigerator first.

Once he had brought the last bag inside, he stopped me from doing what I was doing by grabbing my hand and turning me toward him.

“Remy, I’m going to call you tonight, aight?”

“Okay, Zo,” I smiled at him.

He kissed my forehead and turned around and walked out the door without another word, like he hadn’t just given me the most intense case of butterflies. And I stood there in the kitchen, wondering where the sudden switch had come from.

***

“Good morning, Ma.” The baritone flowed through the speaker as I rolled over and struggled to answer the phone, already knowing who was facetiming me at the crack of dawn.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and finally looking at the screen. He was sitting in the truck, fully dressed, smiling at me. It was a little after six a.m., and I don’t know how Zo managed to look as good as he did, given his lifestyle. He would only get about 4-5 hours of sleep a night and swore that he was fine with that.

“Get up, Rem, and get dressed. I want you to spend the day with me.” He said, his voice was low and sexy.

I put the phone back to my face in confusion, which caused him to laugh. I was technically a free woman, in yet another condo since Jaxon and Kennedy had gotten married. I was happy for them. They got their happily ever after, which gave Zo and me the chance to further explore our relationship. We talked daily, and over the last two or three months, we had been seeing each other more often. But his schedule was so demanding, so actually getting a day to ourselves hadn’t happened. He put in effort where he could, and I appreciated it just the same.

He would send gifts and flowers to the office or come by for lunch. At night, when he got off, he’d come over and rub my feet or let me rub my hands through his locs until he fell asleep. But that’s as far as we have gone. There was some sexual tension there, but we were getting to know each other. It was so refreshing to just move at our own pace.

I had learned so much about who he was. Everything from his life in Barbados to growing up in the States. He was bat shit crazy to his core, but he was so layered that I was genuinely surprised by it. Especially when we were having lunch, and he told me that I was using the wrong fork to eat my salad. He was hood yet sophisticated, and I loved both sides.

“Now?” I asked to make sure.

“Yeah, go shower and shit. I’ll be there by the time you get ready.”

“Okay.” I didn’t argue, as I disconnected the phone and struggled to throw my feet on the side of the bed. We had just stayed up until 1 a.m. on FaceTime, and he was back up like he was well rested. He was used to this life, not me.

I walked like a zombie, dragging my feet in my slippers and going into the shower. The hot water beads falling down my back woke me up as best they could. I showered, brushed my teeth, did my skin care routine, combed my hair, and then threw on a robe and called him back.

“Yeah, Rem?” He answered as I just stood in the middle of my room, unsure of how I should dress for the day.

“How should I dress?” I asked as I scanned the racks of clothing with my eyes, hoping something cute would jump out at me.

“Comfortable, baby. Put on a dress and sandals or something. If you need to change later, you can. I’m pulling through the gate now.”

“Alright,” I said as I hung up the phone and found a pink Maxi dress and some cute sandals to match the purse I had been carrying yesterday, because I didn’t have much time to switch. Then I sprayed some perfume on and walked out the door.

I made it outside, and Zo was standing there looking handsome as hell. He looked rough on the outside, but seeing him dressed in business attire always did something to me.When I made it to him, he brought me into his arms, tilted my head with my chin, and gave me the deepest kiss. For someone who said they didn’t like to kiss, he was a great kisser, and every time our lips touched, it sent something through me that felt close to electricity. It was like a current that started at my mouth and settled between my legs.

Then he rounded the truck and opened the passenger door for me. I climbed into the seat as we made our way through the streets of New York. We pulled up to a bunch of high-rise condos, and he pulled out front and valeted.

“Good morning again, Mr. Richardson.” The attendant said as Zo handed him the keys and came around to help me out.

Zo nodded, and I gave a quick and polite “hey” as I stepped out and took his hand as he guided me through one of the most secure buildings I had ever seen.