Relic didn’t give her time to press him before hopping out of the limo as soon as it rolled to a stop. He rounded it and swaggered to her side, opening her door, so the driver wouldn’t have to. Kennedy draped her sheer shawl across her arms, and tucked her clutch beneath her pit, before she accepted his hand to climb out. She cracked a smile when Relic stayed put instead of moving out of her way.
“You know, I can’t walk if you don’t move, right?”
“I know. I’m debating if we’re going to this dinner, or if I’m about to toss your ass in that back seat and fuck the shit out of you.”
“That’s not how business partners talk to one another. Where’s human resources when you need them? I’m filing a complaint.”
“After I tell them the freaky shit you’ve said and done to me, I doubt you’ll win your case, Larenn. All I’d have to say is, how you and that greedy pussy stay begging me to cum in it.”
“Relic, move!”
She pushed his torso, and he smirked but slid aside to let her pass before shutting the door. His hand gravitated onto her exposed back, guiding her toward the entrance as he openly drank in her figure along the way.
The light material of her off-white dress did nothing to hide the way her ass jiggled as she strutted in her heels. His eyes traveled along the divot in her spine, stopping at the thin strings across her glistening back that he’d tied as tightly as possible since it was the only thing holding the fabric in place.
Spaghetti straps crossed her silky shoulders, alerting the world she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the split running up one side of her dress to her hip would leave thirsty ass niggas wondering what other undergarments she decided not to wear. Relic tried to pull it closed, making her giggle while swatting his hand away like a fly.
“You bought me this dress, so I don’t want to hear it,” she warned him, gaining a scoff in return.
“The shit didn’t look like this in the store, Kennedy. I hate how damn sexy you are.”
She popped her nude lips and swept her braids, she’d put in a high ponytail with a swoop bang, over a shoulder at his compliment. Her eyes cut toward him, and as bad as wished it wasn’t true; she couldn’t deny, it was the sexiest she’d seen Relic look to date.
His moisturized skin, that was already deepening in complexion, looked good enough for her to lick as it stood outagainst his oatmeal-colored, floral embroidered lapel co-ord set. The espadrilles that’d cost him a good chunk of change due to the letter H cutout on its strap, set the outfit off while proving he made any damn thing look good. The glimmer of his wristwatch Judith had bought him, caught her attention before it wandered to the simple gold chains linked around his neck. They reminded Kennedy to have the one she’d purchased for him repaired once they made it home.
“Niggas always want a bad bitch until they have one and can’t stand the pressure. I would say, I hate how good you look too, but I can appreciate a fine ass man with a big ego and bigger dick to match. My love for both is probably the damn issue when I think about it,” she concluded as if the light bulb had flashed on after she said it.
“Doubt it. A man with anything less wouldn’t be able to handle you. You’re a handful, Larenn.”
He opened the door for her to enter the building, and she cut him a side eye as she passed. She couldn’t tell if his assessment was a slight, or simply him stating facts.
“I can live with that,” she replied after giving it some thought. “You won’t be the first or last man to feel like I’m too much.”
“I never said, you’re too much. I said a handful, but I have the biggest ego and dick around, so I can handle you just fine.”
He winked, and Kennedy looked away but sidled up against him as he greeted the hostess before informing the pretty girl with soft, wavy hair and a nice fitting dress that they knew where their party was located. When her deep red stained lips curled into a seductive smile as she looked him over, not caring about the woman accompanying him, a low chuckle rumbled in his throat at her thirst before he snaked an arm around Kennedy to guide her toward their section. Had Relic not brought sand to the beach, he might have entertained her on a slow day. Unfortunately for her, he was too occupied with a big assdistraction he couldn’t free himself of and didn’t care to at the moment.
“This view is beautiful,” Kennedy gushed, gaining his attention. Relic’s steps lagged as they trekked through the glass door onto the restaurant’s open beach deck.
“You’ll love it more once we can get on the water. Do you see my folks?”
Kennedy was too busy soaking in the scenic image of the sun setting over the gorgeous ocean and mountains in the distance to search for their table. When both his hands landed on her waist with a squeeze to make her focus, she surveyed the sea of faces until spotting a head of crinkled hair that caused her to smile out of habit. A soft gasp came afterward before she stilled, making Relic chuckle.
“Why didn’t you tell me Tek was here?” she uttered, fighting his weight when he tried coaxing her forward. “I didn’t see him in any videos.”
“Because it was a surprise, so I told my folks to block you from the ones with him in them. I figured you’d want family here, too, since you’re always around mine lately.”
When she still didn’t budge, Relic rounded her to see her face, and his brows knitted at her blank expression. He assumed she’d have him chasing her through tables as she ran to her nephew since that was her usual reaction when she saw Tekken. Relic took note of the difference.
“What’s wrong? Did I miss something? I thought y’all were good now, or did I fuck that up?” he questioned, and she shook her head.
“He was upset after I told him that I was with you the night I was arrested, but it wasn’t that bad. I just—”
Her lips tucked inward, thwarting her from admitting she couldn’t see how Relic looked her in the face, knowing what he’d done to her, because the sight of Tekken caused her stomachto roil. The notion that she’d played a hand in Koda’s demise made her want to avoid her nephew if that meant she didn’t have to face the truth of what she’d done or what she’d taken from Tekken and her parents.
Kennedy had gone looking for answers she no longer wanted, but the door remained open to her dismay, and it was killing her softly. The damage she’d caused her family was a hard pill to swallow, but an even harder one to spit out as Relic waited for her to express her plights.
“Tek isn’t your biggest fan,” she told him, settling on giving him that half-truth. “I don’t want dinner going left because I know how he can get, and if you put your hands on him, we’ll have to jump your ass.”
