“Somewhere local?” she asks. “Because I like it here. This cabin is beautiful.”
“I was thinking out of town. Houston or Atlanta. Maybe Kandi can watch them.”
“Yes. We can do Houston. I’ve been to the A but never Texas. What’s on your mind?”
“I just want us to get away, chill, and talk. Plus, I’m going to need a break after the grand opening. This shit is stressing me out.”And keeping your mom’s phone from you.
Her soft hands caress my face, and while looking at me lovingly, she says, “Don’t let it stress you. All of your equipment is installed. You’ve hired all your staff. The buildout looks amazing. You did it, baby, and you are more than ready for the grand opening.”
“Boost your man’s ego then,” I tease, even though I’m deadass. The genuineness of her words has me feeling all proud and shit. “Thank you, pretty girl.”
“I’m only speaking facts. And,” she begins, and her smile gets wide. “I have something for you.”
“What you got for me?” I ask while squeezing her ass.
“It’s for your grand opening. You have to wait until Monday.”
“And I can’t convince you to tell me now?”
“No,” she says sternly.
“No way at all?” I ask, then kiss the side of her neck. She shakes her head. “You sure? Not even if I do this?” My tongue circles behind her ear then I pull the lobe into my mouth. She nods slowly. “You sure?” My hand lands between her legs and I run two fingers up her slit. “Positive?” I ask and she moans.
My mouth crashes into hers and we kiss passionately. My hands move back to her ass and I hold it as I lift us from the lounge chair. When I walk to the door and open it, she places her hands in the frame to stop me from walking in.
“Wait,” she whispers, then glances up to the loft.
I’m assuming the girls are still asleep because she drops her hands and I walk us into the bedroom. Once I lay her on the bed, she sexily stretches her naked body across. The sight is amazing, and in record time, my boxers are off and I’m on the bed, buried deep inside her sweet pussy. After making love until we are both satisfied and sleepy as fuck, we crash with her body all over mine.
I don’t know if it was all the late hours at the shop, our day at the water park and trying to float, the good ass seafood pasta Adora cooked for dinner, or our lovemaking, but I don’t wake up until ten. When I do, I instantly realize I’m alone. The only remnant of her is her sweet scent all over me and the sheets.
When I sit up to stretch, my phone vibrates in the chair next to the bed. I reach over and grab it. It’s Kadean’s attorney, Angela.
“What’s up?” I answer.
“Hey. I hate to bother you on a Sunday but I need help with Kadean. Have you talked to him?” she asks.
“Nah. He won’t call me. He’s mad I wouldn’t bail him out,” I admit. I haven’t heard my brother’s voice since that night and Peaches ain’t saying shit to me either. All of my updates have been through Angela.
“Maybe I should let him know how much my retainer was,” she says lightheartedly.
“It won’t matter. He’s used to me getting him out of shit ASAP, no matter what.”
“I needed him to get himself out, but unfortunately, he isn’t cooperating. I can’t do anything about him driving without a license. He was and his license is truly suspended. I’m arguing the driving a stolen vehicle charge. Right now, as the driver, he’s carrying the charge and his friend,” she says, then pauses. “A Mr. Dutch Brown, is the one who’s going to walk away. Although Kadean says he didn’t know about the truck and it was Dutch, he’s not willing to?—”
“Snitch,” I say, completing her thought. My non-street little brother is trying to uphold a fucking street code for Dutch’s bitch ass. “I believe it.”
“The problem is Mr. Brown doesn’t have the same loyalty. I learned this morning that he’s making a deal and taking a plea, saying it was all Kadean. I’m heading to visit him this morning to break the news. With him pleading, Kadean’s looking at some real time if we don’t go to trial.”
“How much time?”
“That charge carries two to ten years and no license for a year, but I’m going to do my best to get the minimum, and mybest is damn good. I want to assure you of that. But I also needed you to know he’s going to have to do something.”
“Please do what you can.”
“I will. I’ll update you after my pre-trial conference on Wednesday. Have a good Sunday.”
“Thanks. You too.” I just shake my damn head, then bury my face in my hands. Jail time, real fuckin’ time, is the last thing Kadean needs and it’s the last damn thing I wanted for him. My initial reason for leaving that street shit was because of what happened with my mom, but the main reason was him. When he became my responsibility, I knew I had to show him something different. Obviously, that shit didn’t work, ’cause here we are. “Fuck,” I grit lowly.
