We ended the meeting as I headed to my office to call Emery. I needed to inform him that I needed to meet with Emil and Ellis to let them know about the other two witnesses that had come out of thin air.
Before I could make it to my office, Jeremiah called out to me. I turned to see what he wanted.
“Hey,” I greeted once he made it to me.
“What time are you thinking of meeting with our clients?”
“I was just on my way to give them a call.”
“Okay. I saw this coffee shop at the end of the block. You want to grab a cup while we wait?”
“Oh, I already had my morning coffee, but we can walk while I give them a call. Just let me grab my purse.”
“Okay.”
I went inside my office, grabbed my belongings, and we headed out of the building. I was able to get Emil on the phone, and he agreed to meet with us at his home in an hour. While Jeremiah ordered his coffee, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse, seeing it was Emery.
Emery: I miss you.
I smiled.
Me: How much?
Emery: Enough to pull up on you and show you.
Me: I’m actually headed to your brother’s house to talk to him and Ellis. There’s been a roadblock in the case.
A few seconds went by before my phone trilled with Emery’s name on the screen.
“You sure you don’t want another cup? Seems like we’re going to have a long day,” Jeremiah suggested again.
“I’m fine. We have about thirty minutes before we head over, so you can grab a table. I’ll be right back,” I told him.
“Okay.”
I walked out of the shop and answered his call. “Hey.”
“You look good as fuck in that dress, baby.” I looked around until I saw him parked a few spaces down and leaning against his Maybach, looking every bit of the sexy ass boss he was.
His hair was braided to the back in four braids, sides tapered, and tattoos exposed on his forearms. Today, he was casual in a polo short-sleeved shirt, Les Gianni jeans, and black C. Mill sneakers on his feet. A Patek watch, Van Cleef bracelet, and Cartier chain were the only jewelry he adorned.
My clit thumped upon seeing him. Who knew this man could make me feel like that teenage girl in love all over again?
I walked over to him, trying not to blush. “You stalking me now?”
“I always stalk you,” he admitted. I stared at him to see if he was serious before a smile broke out on his face.
“That’s not funny, Emery.”
“It is, but I ain’t telling you no lies, baby. Although I trust my security to look after you, I still want to make sure I’m present when I can be. Niggas want to threaten my lady, so I want to make sure I’m close so I can air they ass out, should they try some bullshit with you.”
I shook my head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me, fuck me, marry me, and give me babies.” He pulled me in by the waist and kissed my lips softly before gently biting my bottom lip. I swiped my tongue across his lip before I tongue-kissed him. He grabbed a handful of my ass and slapped it before pulling away. “Now what were you saying on the phone?”
I shook from my lust-filled haze and looked at him.
“You will have to come to your brother’s house because I don’t want to repeat it. But Langston got a threatening letter too. Her husband made her drop off the case.” Emery looked off, seemingly deep in thought.
