Hollis waltzed over to me wearing a sly smirk so I prepared myself for the bullshit as she took a seat in the empty chair on the other side of me.
I held my hand up, trying to prevent her from speaking, but it was a failed attempt.
“Now, Johnni’s ass ain’t gon’ say shit because of the extra people around, but you know I can’t help it. Especially when the material is too fucking juicy.”
“Ms. Caught Live, not now. I told you before what it was.” I said, trying to keep the language light so if his brother was listening it wouldn’t be obvious that we were talking about Burkeley and me.
“Yeah, and if my memory is correct, that was on the no-no list. I mean…unless some shit changed, which is fine. Johnni and I have a bet going anyway.” I gasped before I snorted, shaking my head.
“Nothing has changed. Well, just my fucking hormones. Now shut up please. Go mingle with Boss, he’s single.” I looked at Boss who sat quietly, watching everyone.
Hollis shook her head. “Nope, no can do. We didn’t make it known, but Boss moves too close to my job. He does security for a bunch of celebrities that he tries to keep me away from. Let’s just say, I’m not his favorite person because we all know I’m damn good at getting my story with solid ass receipts.” It was funny as hell that we looked in his direction just as his eyes were on us. Hollis’s scandalous ass did a finger wave, making me bust out laughing just as Burkeley made his way over to us. I reached out to help him but I was learning my man liked being the man who handled every load when it came to me, no matter how big or small. He leaned down and set my apples and caramel dip in my lap, then grabbed my hand and kissed the back.
“Ugh, okay, y’all can’t be this cute in front of the single people. The shit ain’t balanced right,” Hollis said in a sappy tone.
Burkeley smirked as he sat then passed my hot chocolate filled to the brim with whipped cream.
“This is a lot of cream, baby,” I said as he retook his seat next to me, putting the blanket back in place, covering us both. When Burkeley pulled out his bottle of hard apple cider, I couldn’t begin to wonder where he had it because the words he said to me knocked any remaining common sense out of my head.
“I figured you were a heavy creamer,” he whispered into my mouth before he kissed my lips. It wasn’t hard to miss what he was really saying and I should have been embarrassed that my pussy was out here purring even more from his statement, but I wasn’t.
Burkeley knew I was turned the fuck on right now and the big ass wood he’d just placed my thigh across let me know he was too.
Just because it’s big and ready, Mickey, doesn’t mean you have to sit on it.
But my pussy disagreed and now I wanted Burkeley even more. I thought about what Hollis said, about getting the dick while I had it, and now that sounded like the best advice she had ever given me. All I needed to do was convince Burkeley that this next step would make our fake relationship seem even more realistic.
Chapter
Seventeen
Burkeley
“Mr. Morgan, I truly appreciate you making time to meet with me.” I shook the lady’s hand as I ushered her into my door, leading her to my office. She’d called early this morning when I came back from doing surveillance for another client. Over the phone she made it sound urgent that this happen today. Since I knew my schedule had a thirty minute window, I agreed to squeeze her in. Honestly, when I took the appointment, I wasn’t expecting it to be the spouse of someone I had a file on already. This type of situation didn’t happen often, but it wasn’t unusual.
“Not a problem. What can I do for you, Ms. Johnson?” I made note of her going by her maiden name as I wrote it down.
“I believe that my husband is cheating. Correction, I know he is. Well, in the past for sure. I’m working on another legal matter, and in order for me to walk away from him and be safe and taken care of, I need proof. Can you help me?”
I paused, leaning back in my chair to gauge her body language and mood before I agreed to take this one.
In this particular case, the moving parts could be messy since both had been under my surveillance at one point in time.I saw something in her eyes that looked like desperation—no, maybe fear—I didn’t know exactly. But it was enough to have me nodding as I held my hand out to seal our contract verbally before I drew up the physical copy.
“Okay, give me all of the information you can. Name, typical hangouts, his job, and a picture of him if you have one handy. If not, email works.” Even with already having the majority of information, I asked anyway to keep this clean. She didn’t need to know that I knew her husband.
While she rattled off everything, I wrote it down.
By the end of our consultation, I had more than enough to get everything she needed, especially with the added hangouts for her husband. She came prepared.
“Okay, I’ll be in touch once I have something or if I need anything else. Give me a couple weeks to a month. I have a few other cases ahead of yours, but I promise to keep you in the loop with my findings,” I said, sliding the contract over for her to sign with her placing a stack of money on the desk at the same time.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Morgan.”
Once everything was signed and sealed, she was up with me following her to walk her out. We made it to the front door when I heard my back door opening.
I smiled and said my final words just as Tino called out to me.
I already knew why he was here. Both he and Boss had been blowing my phone up with questions I had no idea how to answer just yet. I knew one or both would pop up eventually. The other night at the bonfire, McKay had been a completely different person from who I’d met and made this arrangement with. That night, the way she was all over me physically, had even me believing she was my woman for real.
