I smiled proudly, relieved that he was satisfied. “I’m so glad you like it.”
“Nah, baby, I love this right here,” he grinned, swiping a finger across the hood.
“Baby?”
My eyes rolled the second I heard Xy’s voice. That nigga could fuck up a damn wet dream!
Mr. Cooper held his hands up in mock surrender. “No disrespect.”
“Yeah, it better not be,” Xy stepped from behind me, placing a kiss to my temple. “Hey, Angel.”
“Xy, go wait in my office, please.”
I quickly begged God for this man not to act a fool. After an intense stare off between me and Mr. Cooper, Xy kissed me on the lips and then headed to my office quietly. Honestly, I was shocked because the old Xy would’ve caused a scene so maybe he really was changing.
“Let me get out of here while I still can,” Mr. Cooper laughed. “I would hug you but…”
I held up my hand with a chuckle. “It’s all good. Win will cash you out and explain to you our insurance and refund policy,” I tilted my head towards the cash register.
“I damn sure ain’t gon’ need no refund. I’m flying through the streets of Norfolk in a one of one, Clutch Queens creations. I ain’t changing that,” he winked at me. “Be easy, Drek.”
“You too!”
Turning on the heel of my YSL stilettos, I walked straight back to my office to find Xy on the phone. I wanted to fuss his ass out, but he looked and smelled so good that I lost all of my thoughts for a moment. With his free hand, he pulled my body into his, and I instantly melted into him, like always. Kisses were placed up and down my neck in between him handling business that I could tell had to do with his new collection that was set to come out.
When his hand tried to creep down the front of my pants, I smacked it away and peeled my body away from his. Too many people were in and out of my office for him to try that freaky shit.
“Why that nigga calling you baby?” he asked the second he ended the call.
Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of my desk. “Xyleek, I’m not in the mood. Men and women call mebabyall the time. It’s just a thing people do.”
“As long as they not calling you Angel, I guess it’s aight,” he stepped in between my legs with his hands resting on my waist. “You having a good day, so far?”
“Yes, but what brings you by?”
Since our fight and fuck session in DC a month ago, I’d given Xy the benefit of the doubt and moved in with him. So far, it had been smooth sailing, but I was still, unfortunately, holding my breath and waiting for something to happen. Oddly enough, he had been home every single night. His phone, that in the past he used to keep faced down on his nightstand, was now face up in the bed with us while we were chilling. If he had to go to any event, and I was available, he made sure we went there together and didn’t leave without each other. It was almost like he was domesticated now, and as shocking as it was, I had also been enjoying it to the fullest.
“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to lunch with me, my mom, and Vani.”
“No.”
He laughed a little, squeezing my waist tighter. “Drek. You can’t forgive me and still be mad at them.”
“I never said I forgave you though, Xy, so…”
“Angel,” he made a face that made me laugh.
“Angel nothing. When did I say,Xyleek, I forgive you?” I arched an eyebrow.
“This morning when you were raining all on yo dick,” he kissed on one side of my neck. “Last night when you were draining every drop of cum out of me,” he licked and kissed theother side. “The day you moved in with me and brought all that fuckin’ peace in the crib.”
I giggled as he nestled his face in the crook of my neck, wrapping my arms around him. “Are they expecting me to be there?”
“No, but I told them I’d ask you.”
I guess he did have a point about me forgiving him but not his family. Honestly, I think I was struggling with forgiving them because I expected certain behaviors from Xyleek. Lying was one of those behaviors. I never in a million years thought his mother would look me in my face and fake a full ass medical emergency. And Vani didn’t open her mouth about it either, so I felt betrayed by them.
“If you have to think about it too long, then don’t go, Angel. I don’t wanna force you,” his lips brushed against my neck when he spoke.
