Nyce
Saturday | 6:15pm
The bedroom I’dchosen for Princess was truly fit for royalty.
It had been about an hour since Princess arrived, and I knew she hadn’t stopped pacing yet. I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and quietly shut it behind me. Princess stopped moving and turned to face me with her posture tense, waiting for my next move.
Her eyes fixed on me, not with fear, but with an angry glare. She looked pissed the fuck off. “I assume this is the part where you have your way with me?” she said, all smart mouth and shit. I smirked but didn’t say shit. I just watched her.
Fuck.
Princess was the definition of beauty, and not that dolled-up, makeup type of beauty. I’m talking flawless, raw beauty. It was the kind that made niggas lose their minds. The kind that had men writing checks they couldn’t cash just to stand next toher. The kind that made preachers lie straight through the pulpit and politicians propose just to say they had her.
Her honey colored skin was smooth and soft-looking. And those big ass glasses sat on her face, exposing her oval-shaped brown eyes. She had the type of lips women paid for, but I knew hers were natural, just like her curves. Princess was petite, but her body was everything. She had little moles on her face and lashes like fans. Goddamn. She was pressure.
But above all of that, it was her intense stare. She had the kind of gaze that made you pause, like she was already reading you. And that only made her little defiant ass finer. Yeah, she was bad, but I couldn’t get caught up in all that. This shit was business, and I never played when it came to business.
“You already know why you’re here, Princess,” I said finally. “I don’t want your body. I want my money.”
She rolled her eyes, arms folding across that tight little waist. “So I’ve heard, Mr. Kidnapper.”
I laughed, just once. “We’ve already established that I didn’t kidnap you. Icollectedyou.”
“Wow. That makes itsomuch better.”
I walked over to the couch near the windows and sat down, making sure Princess could see me. I glanced at her, then asked, “Would you rather be with yourlovingfiancé right now?”
She didn’t answer right away. That hesitation told me everything I needed to know. “I’d rather not be in the middle of two men trying to prove a point,” she muttered.
I took a seat and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Too late for that.”
Princess squared her shoulders. “So what now?”
“Now?” I nodded toward the bed. “You settle in.”
“Settlein?” She blinked. “You want me to get comfortable in a place I’m being held hostage?”
“It’s not that bad. Take a look around.”
She scoffed. “You’re insane.”
I smiled wider. “You’ll get used to it.”
Her mouth tightened. “If you think I’m gonna sit here and play the role of some obedient little captive, you got me fucked up.”
There it was… the fire behind the preacher’s daughter. I liked that. I stood and moved toward her, keeping my gaze locked. She stood firm, though I saw her chest quicken. When I stopped, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. She smelled of warm honey and vanilla.
I looked straight into her eyes. “I know exactly what kind of woman you are, Princess.” Her lips parted, but she didn’t say a word. I didn’t need her ass to. I let it sit and then stepped back like I hadn’t just pressed the heat of my presence all over her. “Food’s being prepared and clothes are on the way. In the meantime, feel free to change out of the gown and throw on the robe in the ensuite bathroom while you wait.”
She opened her mouth again, voice full of venom. “You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that?”
I chuckled on the way out. “You’ll get used to that, too.” The door clicked shut behind me, and I stood there a second, hands in my pockets. She was going to be fucking problem.
Crook was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his arms folded and his back against the wall. He was always ready and always on point. He’d been my nigga since we worked the corner together trying to come up.
“She’ll need clothes. Maybe a four. Shoes, seven. B cup, small panties.”
“Ain’t nothing small about that ass,” he snorted, and I shot him a look.
