This felt like being surrounded by kin.
Mike glanced around the suite. “Where you want your clubs? In the corner or by the balcony?”
“Balcony,” Zaire said. “I’mma swing a little before bed.”
“You got it.”
Mike carried the clubs out, moving like he’d been doing this for decades.
True nudged Zaire with his elbow. “We gon’ run through your media schedule later, but I want you to breathe first. This week is big, Z. Eyes on you everywhere.”
Zaire stretched his neck before looking at True. “I ain’t worried about them eyes.”
True laughed. “Oh I know what eyes you worried about.”
Zaire smirked, despite trying not to.
True backed up toward the door. “I’ll leave you to it. Dinner at seven - my treat. Don’t be late.”
The door shut, leaving the suite quiet.
Zaire walked to the window, staring out at the green grass below. His stomach was tight,—not from nerves though, from missing her.
He pulled out his phone.
You make it in safely?
He didn’t expecta quick reply. Meadow barely looked at her phone unless someone was bleeding or bill collectors called.
But she texted back almost instantly.
Flower emoji:Yes. Tia picked me up. Almost killed me 3 times.
He smiled.
She drive crazy. You good though?
Flower emoji:Yeah. Her house is insane. We’re about to do something, I’m just in my room chilling.
He stood there,thumb hovering before he typed.
Usemy card for anything you need. I’m not arguing about it.
Flower emoji:Here you go.
I’m serious.Don’t play with me.
Flower emoji:I’ll see.
He shook his head.Stubborn ass girl.
Mike returned from the balcony.“Anything else before I dip, man?”
Zaire slid his phone into his pocket. “Nah, appreciate you.”
They fist-bumped and Mike left.
Zaire sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring down at the rug.
