“Cash, I been knowing you for seven years now. I ain’t seen you smile this much not once. Not even when you bought your first set of diamonds. Not when you bought your first imported car. Not when you bought that big ass mansion. Not when you fucked that nigga with the gold fronts after we got fucked up at the club a few years back?—”
“Okay, bitch, damn. I get it.”
Cassydie ate her sandwich with one brow raised as she stared at Cashmere. “So?”
“Last night was the first time,” Cashmere admitted.
“Oh, so it’s fresh. No wonder you’re glowing.”
“Am I?”
Cassydie nodded. “I knew when I first saw you two together on the yacht that it was only a matter of time. That man wanted you then.”
Cashmere shook her head. She had known all along that Savio wanted her. The confusing part had been if she wanted him.
Yes.
The answer had always been yes, but she constantly came up with excuses as to why she couldn’t allow it.
After glancing behind her to make sure the men weren’t going to make an appearance, Cashmere said, “I don’t know how to handle this. I’ve only dealt with flings . . . niggas I knew wouldn’t be permanent. With Sav, I’m not so sure. He feels permanent, Cass.”
She had yet to admit that out loud, and it shook her to do so now.
Cassydie wiped her hands on a napkin. “What’s so scary about permanent?”
“A lot of things. I mean, I don’t want to get hurt, so there’s that, but my life is one big ass secret. The council isn’t really something I can share with Sav. How do I navigate that?”
“You could tell him when you get married,” Cassydie pointed out.
“Married?” Cashmere almost choked on her iced tea.
Cassydie and Marcellus’s situation was way different than hers. Cassydie was actually the rightful heir to the seat on the council, so she had to be told before marriage. Cashmere couldn’t be that lucky.
“Yeah, bitch. Married. You do want to get married one day, don’t you?”
“Well . . . yeah. But I didn’t think about it with Savio. It’s too soon.”
“I guarantee he’s thinking about it, pooh.”
Cashmere’s eyes bucked. “How can you be so sure?”
“Men know within the first couple of weeks, hell,days,if they want to marry a woman.”
Cashmere thought about that. She did want a family. She never really had one before, outside of Ivoree, but could she have that with Savio? She wanted it.
“Okay, enough about that. I don’t like how you dodged talking about what went down yesterday,” Cashmere pointed out.
Cassydie shrugged. “What you want me to say?”
“Uh . . . say you’re on my side and you think Twizz is bad news.”
“I can’t say that.”
Cashmere’s brows pulled in. “And why the hell not?”
Cassydie sighed. “You sure I can talk freely without you getting mad? I would hate to fight yo’ ass, because I know how slick both our mouths can get, and I know how you are about Ivoree.”
“Go ahead,” Cashmere said. She was already on the defense, but she would hear her best friend out.
