Despite her tough girl exterior, Savio could tell he made Cashmere feel a type of way. What she didn’t realize was that she also made him feel a type of way. A way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Before he went to prison, Savio didn’t pay women any mind, other than to get some pussy. He was hardened in that way and didn’t allow anyone to get close to him. Trust was hard for him because mothafuckas weren’t loyal. Mothafuckas didn’t really give a fuck about him, only what he could do for them. His mama leaving him with his crackhead daddy taught him that.
Prison sat him down and allowed him space to think about what he wanted in life though. He had all the time in the worldto face his deepest desires.Family.Everyone knew a good family started with a good woman. Finding a good woman meant opening himself up more. His guess was that he did the work correctly while in prison because this was the first time he felt wide open for a woman, and he didn’t even know her mean ass.
As Savio gazed at her while she pretended not to notice him, he felt the ship stop moving. His guess was that they finally docked. It had been a few hours, and the partygoers were well past drunk. Aside from watching Cashmere, Savio made it his business to watch the people on the yacht too. He could sniff out money from ten miles away. Every single person on this boat was of a different caliber. They were dipped in jewels and gems and decked out in the finest designer labels. The liquor was from the highest shelf, and most people partook in that good shit.
Savio also noted that everyone seemed to get along. They were clearly comfortable with each other to get wasted in such a public setting. This was new to him. Running the streets taught him to be on point at all times, and again, trust was never a given. Before prison, he would have yearned to be surrounded by people like this, who seemed genuine with no drama or ulterior motives. Everyone here was well past paid, so greed didn’t seem to be a thing. This was the type of setting he would have tried to get into five years ago.
Now, he was just happy to be employed with people who seemed safe. Trouble couldn’t find him again, and his first day on the job seemed to put him at ease that his livelihood was in good company.
Cashmere finally finished her watered down drink and slid the glass across the bar. He watched as she left a hefty tip for the bartender before she walked away. Savio moved. He followed her through the crowd of people who were trickling toward the exit at this point.
His eyes found her hips and juicy ass. Cashmere had to know her walk was vicious. His dick hardened in his black slacks, and he had to adjust himself on the slick as he kept up with her brisk pace.
When his eyes finally left her flawless body in the tight bodysuit she wore, he saw that she was headed straight for Ivoree and Twizz. To his dismay, Twizz was still huddled up with Cashmere’s little sister. His lil homie was a certified playa. He ran through pussy like a stripper ran through thongs. The last thing Savio wanted was for Twizz to get caught up with the woman he was supposed to be working for.
“You ready, Vee?” Cashmere asked as soon as she walked up on them. Savio was behind her, but he pictured her eyes narrowed and her pretty face balled up. Earlier, he could tell that Cashmere hadn’t been too keen to see Ivoree and Twizz together. He was sure that hadn’t changed.
Ivoree glanced at Twizz, then Savio, then finally, she looked at Cashmere. “Yeah.”
Savio could tell Ivoree was a good girl who didn’t want to disappoint her sister. That made him even more leery of whatever bond was budding between her and Twizz. He made a mental note to talk to his lil homie about that.
“Come on.” Cashmere looped her arm through Ivoree’s and turned, bumping right into Savio. He reached out to steady her as she groaned. “You’re really going to follow me everywhere, aren’t you?”
Savio’s brows lifted. “That’s my job, ain’t it?”
She huffed out a breath and ignored him. Cashmere sidestepped him as Ivoree waved at Twizz.
“Be at the house at seven tomorrow morning, lil nigga. Ivoree has class at eight, and you’ll need to be with her. Don’t be late, and keep ya head on straight,” Savio coached as he dapped Twizz up. Marcellus had already given Savio Cashmere and Ivoree’sschedule and the schedule of all the guards on duty for the Taylor household. He memorized it and expected Twizz to do the same.
“Got you, G. Aye, keep ya head on straight too.” Twizz grinned knowingly at Savio. He must have peeped the vibes between him and Cashmere. Savio shook his head and stuck his middle finger up at Twizz before he turned to catch up with Cashmere and Ivoree. He didn’t need Twizz to tell him to keep his head on straight. His shit was screwed on with precision.
When he caught up to Cashmere and Ivoree, he gently grabbed Cashmere’s arm to get her attention as they exited the boat. “You couldn’t wait up for me, Precious?”
She scoffed and pulled out of his grasp. “I don’t move on your time. Let’s get that straight tight now.”
Savio chuckled, but nothing was really funny. Her slick ass mouth was going to get her into a world of trouble fucking with him.
“Yeah, that ain’t how this is gonna work, baby. You want to stay safe? Then you’re going to wait for your security to tell you when it’s okay to move. Let’s get that straight right now. Your job is to be pretty and do whatever the fuck it is you do. I ain’t ’bout to stop you, but you ain’t about to make my job harder either. We gonna have to come to a mutual understanding.”
There went that screwed up face again, but Savio didn’t really care how she felt. What he said was law. Anyone who needed protection knew that they moved when security allowed it. Period. Shorty would have to get with the program.
After a moment, her face split into a sickly-sweet smile. She looked up at him, and with a syrupy tone, she asked, “Can I please go to my car now, Mr. Security, sir?”
Savio laughed, this time finding her amusing. His laugh only seemed to piss her off. He looked around the area and didn’t seeany threat. There were just a lot of people piling off the boat and toward the parking lot.
With a nod, he said, “You may. Let me get ya keys.”
“What?” she asked.
“Your keys. Hand them over.” Her brows pulled in, but thankfully, she didn’t argue. She dug in her purse and produced a set of luxury car keys. Savio started the car from there to make sure nothing blew up. Around him, he saw others doing the same. He felt good to know he had a natural instinct to fill this position. “Which one is yours?”
“May I lead the way, Mr. Security, sir?” she asked as she batted her lashes up at him.
He chuckled before he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Keep that shit up and I’ma show you what you can and can’t do.”
Her steps faltered, just like when she first laid eyes on him, and he found that shit highly amusing. Cashmere could act like he didn’t affect her all she wanted. Her actions told a whole different story.
He watched as her jaw clenched and she marched forward, ahead of him and Ivoree.
