“Understood, luv,”
She removed the bag from her arm and gently shoved it against his chest. “Here. This is all I can do for you. My brother still watches my accounts, and anything more would’ve raised a red flag and have him breathing down my fuckin’ neck.”
Boe took the bag, relief flickering across his face. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he’d pulled this off. In all the time he’d been messing with Fabienne, it had never crossed his mind to ask her rich ass for anything. He’d been high off her alone. High off who she was, and how important she was. Being with a woman of her status made him feel good.
If anything, he spoiled her whenever they linked up, taking her to the finest restaurants and hotels like he really had it like that. She already knew who he worked for, and that alone had her assuming he was paid. Boe was happy to feed the illusion. So, he tricked on her every chance he got, even though he knew she didn’t need it. She was still young. Still green.
They had crossed paths at a popular lounge one night. He had been fresh, deep in a section with his niggas. Fabienne had walked in with her girls, slipping away from the rules and expectations that followed her everywhere, just wanting to feel normal for a night. At the time, neither of them knew how closely their worlds were tied. They only knew the attraction was instant, and the sex that night had been undeniably good.
It was later that the truth surfaced when he ran into her at her family’s nightclub. A truth that should have shut everything down immediately. Instead, they kept going, telling themselves to just be careful and discreet. Boe knew her pussy was a death sentence. But he was not built to walk away from temptation.
“Bet, I appreciate you, baby. I’mma pay you back, plus more.” He lied again, and he didn’t give a fuck about doing so.
Fabienne came from a line of hittas, but Boe wasn’t worried. To tell anyone he ran off with her money, she’d have to tell on her damn self too, and he knew she wasn’t doing that. Her people would shoot her dead for the disobedience.
Fabienne lifted her index finger, warning him as if he were a child who needed reminding. Then she turned and walked away.
Boe watched her go, his fear and frustration shifting into something else entirely as he eyed her body in the tight dress she wore. Fabienne had the longest, prettiest brown legs he had ever seen on a woman. She looked like a supermodel, the type of beauty a man couldn’t pass up, no matter what. Not to mention her accent that slipped out at times, drove him crazy.
Being locked up without a woman’s touch had Boe’s judgment slipping, his body acting before his brain could catch up and remind him to get the fuck out of town. He’d wanted to be inside the mother of his child badly. He fucked around on Nivéa, sure, but he knew no one could hold a candle to her natural beauty. That was why he’d kept her as his main, the one he proudly showed off. But Fabienne would do for now. She was the next best thing on his roster.
“Aye,” he called out, licking his lips.
She paused and glanced back over her shoulder. “What?”
“You ain’t gon’ show a nigga no love? It’s been a minute.” He walked over to her, pulling her in.
“You know I would, but it’s daytime, Boe.”
“We good, baby. Trust me. Have I ever let us get caught?”
Fabienne looked him over, then clicked her tongue as she reached up and ran her hand through his rough mane. Boe was unpolished and overdue for grooming, but there was no denying that handsome face. He was a sight for sore eyes. The kind of handsome that allowed him to run circles around a bitch.
“You need a haircut, bébé.” Her accent slipped through as she loosened up.
“I know, and I’mma go handle that. Give a nigga some motivation to move quicker.”
Fabienne shook her head, then looked around once more as if she was considering his offer. That hesitation told Boe everything. He smiled, knowing he was about to wear her ass out in the backseat of that Benz before he got back on the road.
∞∞∞
“How did you know I was at the market? You showed up before your brother even made the call.” Nivéa asked as she and Crown soaked in the tub.
The jets humming beneath the water worked the tension out of her body. And as her muscles relaxed, her mind began to awaken, and the questions came rushing in.
Crown bit down on his bottom lip, staring straight ahead as he searched for the least crazy way to tell her the truth.
“Ahmad,” she called softly, turning her head just enough to look back at him.
“What if I told you I put a tracker on you, ma?”
Nivéa’s breath caught for half a second, and she swallowed hard. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you were mine, and it gave me peace of mind. I know it sounds crazy. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that shit. I was out of line.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to find me if your mother hadn’t.” She reasoned as she brought her hand up to his face.
“I don’t know what to think of you at times. I know you’re genuine, but I also know you have a lot of secrets. Secrets so big that you felt compelled to put a tracker on me.”
