Relic laid back down, knowing Kennedy wasn’t going to confirm or deny whatever she was doing, or her reason for her having a prepaid phone. He could find out but was allowing her to deal with family matters on her own until he saw a need to step in.
“Draw up the contract.”
Those words rang in Relic’s ears like beautiful music, enticing him to spring up fast as hell. Kennedy released a soft giggle.
“We can set a meeting with Morrone for mediation to come to the best terms on whatever it is you want, and I’ll have some things I’d like to add.”
“Whatever you want, you got it. And the baby?”
“I’m not ready for that, but whatever else is on the list for Jah, I’m willing to compromise. I told you, I would be here for him, and I meant it.”
Kennedy strutted off with that, and as much as Relic enjoyed the sway in her steps, he loathed the slow coiling of his insides each time that she walked away.
He knew at some point that watching Kennedy do the simple act would end up the last time he saw it. Even with their pending contractual agreement, there would come a day where she’d leave and never return.
No amount of money in the world could prevent that, and deep in Relic’s gut, he felt it coming swifter than that boulder dangling over his head could drop.
“Bitch,you’ve been holed up in Relic’s house, taking big black cock for weeks! Don’t act like I’m hurting you.”
Kennedy lifted her head but then allowed it fall onto the waxing bed, closing her eyes after Nubia snatched her damn soul by tearing another wax strip off her pussy. Had she known how badly the shit hurt, she would’ve stuck to the hair removal creams she used that did the job just fine. She couldn’t wait until they were done, so she could curse Michi and Lexi to hell for convincing her that waxing was a better alternative.
“First off, I’ve never takencock, so miss me with that. Second, just because I’m staying with Relic doesn’t mean we’re fucking.”
Another slab of warm wax spread across her mound, making her groan as Nubia spat, “Bitch, please. With how they said y’allwere acting on the trip, I know your back is getting blown the hell out on the regular.”
“It’s really not. I’ve been busy with the salon, and he’s been squaring away shit with the record label. Getting my back blown out hasn’t been at the top of the priority list.”
Kennedy wished she could say she’d told Nubia a lie, but it was the truth. The free time and peace she and Relic had on their trip was short-lived because, the second they touched down home, life went back to lifing. They weren’t back for two full days when Aura was found, blindfolded and tied up, behind the same club that she’d partied at the night she wastaken. The building’s outside cameras didn’t work, which meant the police had no leads, so the internet was still abuzz with gossip and theories. There wasn’t any telling how long it’d last, so Relic jumped at the chance to take advantage of Aura’s five minutes of fame.
In the same week, he’d rented a performing venue for a show, tossed Aura back into the booth, and reopened his other businesses as well. Relic had been in go mode for the past two weeks, so there were days Kennedy didn’t see his face before dozing off, or he trudged in at the wee hours of the morning. She knew it was his method of running from the inevitable coming his way.
“I find it hard to believe that you ain’t getting fucked, but I’ll take your word for it, even though you’re a known liar,” Nubia jabbed, reeling her back into their discussion.
Kennedy smirked but then winced as a wax strip was snatched off one of her lips. She was close to punching her girl in the head if she hurt her again.
“Why am I a liar, Nu?”
“Because your sneaky ass has been holding out on the fact you fucked Relic! You must’ve thought that we would judge you about it.”
“No. I just didn’t see the point in bringing him up for y’all to do the most about a nigga I know, I’ll never have a serious relationship with. It was business, and we both got a little pleasure out of it here and there.”
“Kennedy, you’re staying with the man, and Los told me that Relic bought the truck and purse I’d asked about, too. Talking ‘bout, you put in work for it. Your sneaky ass sure as hell did.” Her eyes rolled when Nubia peeked her head up to shoot her a pointed look. “With that being said, I hate to break it to you, but you’re in a relationship. There might not be a label on it, but that’s what it is. Los was the same way with me. Labels freak them out, so you have to go by their actions sometimes.”
“No, they need to grow bigger balls and speak up like they do about everything else. It’s not that fucking hard to say they want to make things official. But speaking of Los, have you talked to Savvy outside of the group chat yet?”
“Girl, I can barely talk to her ass in there. You see, she skips over my messages most of the time.”
Kennedy pushed out a slow breath of relief as Nubia started rubbing a cool gel over her sensitive skin, signaling the near end of her torture.
“I noticed, but she claimed she wasn’t tripping about it anymore when I asked her.”
“Two things can be true. She’s not tripping, but she’s also choosing not to fuck with me because of it. I don’t see what the big deal is, though. We all had someone’s man at the top of our lists, so why is she mad at me? Her cousin’s man was number two on hers, but Michi didn’t trip.”
“Because Michi doesn’t feel like Savvy will try to fuck her nigga.”
“Wow. Noted.”
Nubia started tossing her used supplies into the trash and then began cleaning off her cart, so Kennedy sat up.
