“I don’t need anything fancy, just something to get around, Ahmad.” She argued, glancing around the lot.
“Hush that shit up. You get the best with me.”
Shaking her head, Nivéa took his hand as she smiled, and they walked inside. The general manager greeted them warmly.
“Mr. Knight, welcome. We’ve been expecting you. Always a pleasure to see you.”
Crown nodded, giving the old man a firm handshake. This was all part of his plan, even before Nivéa decided to join him. He had planned to honor Dro and then focus on her needs, hoping he’d find something she would love, and have it delivered to his home.
“Change of plans, Jules. My lady’s here to pick for herself.”
“Absolutely. Let me personally show you our finest selection.”
Nivéa’s short frame wandered through the lot, her eyes lighting up at every option she passed. But when she spotted a Moonlight White G-Wagon, her gaze lingered with a special glow. She paused, captivated by its sleek design and luxurious features. The thought of her and Nyla riding in it made her heart swell.
“This one?” Crown asked, noticing her interest.
Nivéa hesitated, a bit concerned about the price.
“This one, baby?” Crown repeated. “It’s whatever you want.”
“Yes, this one. I love it.” Nivéa replied, her excitement shining through.
“Then it’s yours.”
The process moved swiftly after that. Nivéa was amazed at how seamlessly everything unfolded. She remembered being at the dealership all day when she financed her first car. But with Crown, things moved a lot differently. No financing was needed because he had enough legal money to pay it off, and the dealership expedited the paperwork and detailing. They even offered customizations, but Nivéa was a simple girl. She preferred the classic elegance of the G-Wagon as it was.
Thirty minutes later, Nivéa could barely contain her emotions as she pulled onto Crown’s property. He followed closely behind on his bike, and she watched through the side mirror as he swung off with that unmistakable swagger. She smiled to herself, realizing she had hit the jackpot, and it wasn’t just his money…it was his soul.
“Sup, ma? What you crying for?” Crown’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as he opened the driver’s door.
Nivéa shrugged, trying to find the right words. “I’m just… grateful. It’s been a lot, I’ve been through a lot, and I need a moment to let it all sink in.”
Crown nodded, recognizing her emotional nature. Every time he looked up, her ass was overwhelmed with tears, buthe loved her softness. After gently closing her door, he walked around and slid into the passenger seat. He didn’t push her to speak. Instead, he reached over and wiped away the wetness from her cheek with his thumb, and once he did, everything she’d been holding in came pouring out.
“You know, heartbreak comes with its stages. I used to think I was so stupid for giving everything to someone who couldn’t meet me halfway. But I eventually realized I needed to give myself grace. I just have a good heart, and that’s okay. The last stage was me healing, and I promised myself I wouldn’t change just because someone didn’t appreciate me. I’d just wait for someone who loves as fiercely as I do.”
She turned to Crown, and it was as if Mother Nature mirrored everything she felt. The dark clouds opened, pouring rain that reflected her pain.
“I’m right here. You know what it is with me.” Crown told her.
“I do, and part of these tears is because I’m happy I finally found my person.” Nivéa leaned, parting his lips with her tongue.
“Come here.” Crown urged, reclining the seat. He knew they might be there for a while since Nivéa wouldn’t risk stepping out and ruining her hair in the rain. Caresha had just done it that morning.
Already knowing what he was on, Nivéa came out of her pants and panties, then climbed over, ready to bless her new car and her man for buying it for her. Crown didn’t rush to be inside her. He squeezed her ass, capturing her lips as her juices stained the center of his jeans. He didn’t mind; he took off her blazer and bra. The heavy rainfall and the factory-tinted windows of the G-Wagon created a cocoon of privacy, allowing them to lose themselves in each other without a care in the world.
As he kissed her neck, Nivéa whispered,
“I have never in my life met a nigga I just wanted to constantly give my body up to. I mean, I want to discover other ways to please you, to make you feel as happy as you make me feel. But—”
“This is what makes me happy. Shit, you all I need if I'm being real.”
Crown had it all, every material possession money could buy. He could easily hire a chef and a cleaning service for his home. While having a woman to take care of those things was nice, it wasn’t a necessity for him. He could even hire a therapist to help shoulder his burdens, just like he did for his brother. But what he truly needed, what filled the void in his life, was something he could only find with her. A connection. An authentic vibe.
“Yo’ time.” He kissed her cheek. “Yo’ heart.” He planted firm kisses on her chest as her head leaned back. “Yo’ pussy, baby.” He curved his hand around her ass, urging her to lift and settle onto his fingers. “Don’t ever be stingy with none of that shit. That’s all a nigga need from you.”
“Mmm,” Nivéa moaned, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
