Page 33 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“Come on, Ma,” he said before calling over the hostess to ask for the bill.

She came back with the bill and a cheesecake. Then sat them both in front of him.

“I ain’t order this,” he said as he reached into his pocket and peeled off money to be able to pay her.

“I know, I just thought you would like it, handsome.” She said with a smile.Handsomehad my head spinning. And the dessert for him? Not me? Not us? I’m not an insecure woman at all. Most waitresses normally go out of their way to talk to me, so they make it clear they’re not being flirty. But her? Sis was bold, and I wasn’t letting that one slide.

“He doesn’t eat anything he didn’t ask for. And don’t ever call my husband handsome.” I snapped.

Zo didn’t even stop me; he just gave me a quick peck on the lips and turned back to her and handed her the money and the bill.

“Watch your mouth. Preciate you.” He said cold and final as she turned and walked off quickly with the money and the bill.

“Did you give that bitch a tip?” I asked.

He chuckled and pulled me from the seat. “Remy Richardson, let’s go home, baby. We've got four hours until the kids make it home.” He said as he grabbed my hand and we left the booth, leaving her little gift on the table.

“And I love cheesecake.” I fussed, causing him to laugh and shake his head.

We got back into the truck's backseat and started the drive to our estate.

My work cell vibrated from an unknown number.

“I look forward to working with you.”

I locked the screen and put it back in my bag. The number wasn’t stored, but I felt like I had a pretty good idea who had sent the message. I couldn’t dwell on it; I had just had an amazingmorning with my husband. Now we were heading home to have an even better afternoon.

Zo

“You ready, Ma?” I opened our bedroom door and called out to Remy. The trucks had just pulled up, and it was time to go.

"Almost, can you come zip this up for me?" she screamed from the closet. I pushed the door open and walked in to see her struggling with the zipper, arms twisted behind her. I stood behind her, probably closer than needed, and zipped it slowly.

She turned to me with a grin on her face and shook her head. “You are actually disgusting.” She laughed as she grabbed her brush and headed over to the mirror.

Remy was fine as hell in that black dress. She was fully covered, but it fit her body like a glove, and the high split alone had my dick about to put a hole in these slacks. I told her earlier to tell Storm’s mom that she needed one in every color. No matter how long we had been together or how many ways I had folded her, my body reacted this way to her every time I saw her. She was pressure, for real.

Once she was done in the mirror, she turned to me and smiled.

“I’m ready, Mr. Richardson,” she said as she walked past me.

We walked out of the room and down the stairs. The house was quiet, and I was grateful for that. The kids were already in bed, and all the babysitter had to do was sit here with them until we made it back.

We walked outside to the truck, and I opened the door for Remy and let her slide in before I went around to the other side and got in next to her. The line of black trucks pulled through the gates of our estate and onto the road so we could make it to our destination. Tonight was Remy’s annual ball. At the beginning of the year, she’d organize a fundraiser; at the end of the year, everyone came together to celebrate the work they’d put into the foundation.

Rem loved to complain about how dramatic her pops was, but she wasn’t too far behind him. Every year, I watched as she worked her ass off, making sure each event was bigger and better than the last. I wasn’t complaining. She was passionate about this foundation. It was something she loved. Aside from our kids, this was her baby. Remy had one of the dopest souls I’d ever known. That was the thing I loved most about her.

She was passionate about the women she served, and as long as I was here, I would be right beside her. Whether it meant letting her go crazy in our accounts on her projects and ideas, or walking six miles for her charity walk. Last year, Rem had me and the whole JMF walking through the streets of New York to raise awareness for her foundation. The whole day was straight from a comedy show. Jax’s pops stopped after the first mile and cussed us all out. He met us at the finish line. Trouble looked like he wanted to shoot the sidewalk, and Judah kept complaining that his bones were hurting and said he was starting to realize he wasn’t the YN he thought he was.

Remy took this shit so seriously, but we all showed up because she did. Especially her family. Her mom planned every event.Her sister, Taylor, always hosted. Her pops cut her a check with no questions. Shorty was surrounded by support.

“Mommy, is the chef there? I just checked the vendor portal, and he hasn’t checked in,” Remy whined from the side of me on the phone with her mom.

“Yes, Remy. He’s been here since five,” Her mother confirmed over the noise in the background.

Remy exhaled, “Okay, I’m on the way.” She said before she disconnected.

I reached over to her and rubbed the back of her hand, “Relax, baby. They can handle it.” I assured her, trying to calm her down.