“I meant what I said. We’re done talking. You want answers, I’m about to give them to you.”
When we stepped out of the building, his car was parked outside of the entrance.
“Here you go, Mr. Ocean.”
“Thank you.” He grabbed his key from the valet and opened the door on the passenger’s side. “Get in.”
“Where—”
“Get the fuck in!”
My mouth flew open.
I was almost offended, but I was too turned on to hold on to that feeling.
Realizing that I might have bitten off more than I could chew, I cleared my throat and slid inside.
The door slammed shut, and he made his way to the other side of the car.
I opened my mouth to speak, but?—
“If you ask me again, we’re going to have a problem. Sit your ass back and ride.”
Yes, sir.
14
OCEAN
On one hand, I was annoyed as fuck. But on the other hand, I knew what I was dealing with.
I pulled in front of a ranch-style home, its warm taupe exterior catching the glow of the porch light. The low roofline stretched wide across the front, with a neatly trimmed yard and a few potted plants lining the steps. I hopped out of the car and hurried around to the passenger side.
Skye looked up at me in annoyance as I held the door open. “You’re really not going to tell me where we are?”
“No. I’m just going to answer your question.”
“Okay, fine. But if you brought me to another bitch’s house just to make a point, I promise you’re going to regret it.”
“Get out of the car.”
Reluctantly, she stepped out and followed me, her eyes trained on the noisy windchimes that were hanging on the front porch.
“Well, well, well,” my aunt said as she opened the screen door and stepped out, a smile already playing on her lips.Even with specks of flour dusting her soft mocha skin, she looked flawless,her short pixie cut neat and fresh, like she’d just stepped out of the salon.“I feel like I haven’t seen you in five lifetimes.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s just been two weeks, Aunt Myra.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Mmhmm.” I pulled her into a hug, amusement resting on my face as I saw the shock in Skye’s eyes.
I could tell she recognized my aunt’s voice.
Aunt Myra stepped beside me. Tilting her head, she placed one hand on her hip. “Was this the lovely young lady that decided that ‘bitch’ was my preferred name?”
I could see the blood drain from Skye’s face.
“I’m so so sorry. I didn’t know you were his aunt. I thought?—”
