When Cashmere opened the safe, Savio peeped the jewels inside. He could tell they were top of the line. That little safe probably held close to five million dollars. He refrained from letting out a whistle. He had learned long ago not to ask questions about Cashmere’s career. She was always really hush about it, which made him all the more curious.
How the hell this girl get her hands on such precious jewels?He was amazed by her, but he couldn’t lie; a small part of him was worried about her getting caught up in some bullshit. He knew what prison was like. He didn’t want that for her.
Savio shoved his concern to the side as he remembered Marcellus’s words. He had given his word that Cashmere was untouchable by the law, and Savio would have to trust that.
Cashmere pulled out an iPad and tapped a few things out before she closed the safe, secured it, and straightened up. “Ready?”
“When you are.”
Cashmere smiled at him and pulled him toward the door. Once again, Savio was entranced by her juicy ass as it bounced around in her dress. He couldn’t wait to get home and dive back up in her gushy goodness. He also silently thanked God that there were other well-trained guards on their posts because more and more, Savio felt like he was less of a bodyguard for Cashmere and more like her man. He would always protect her, but damn was she a good distraction.
Cashmere was on a high.Life had never been easy for her, but lately, it felt smooth as hell. She felt lightweight and ready to take on the world. She daresay she washappy.After leaving the warehouse earlier, she and Savio came back home and holed up in her room. The things that man did to her should be illegal, but she was happy as hell they weren’t because she needed him free and on the outside so he could keep doing them to her . . . again and again. Savio was an expert at making her feel on top of the world, and she didn’t think she would be able to get enough of him in this lifetime.
She hummed as she walked toward the kitchen with a smile on her face. That smile faltered when she heard sniffling from inside the living room. With her brows pulled in, she slowed her gait and peeked into the living room.
“Vee?” Ivoree’s head popped up, and she quickly tried to wipe her tears, as if Cashmere hadn’t already seen them or heard her crying. Cashmere tugged on the white T-shirt she wore, sinceshe didn’t have anything else on but some panties, and walked further into the room. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Cashmere sat on the couch next to her sister and pulled Ivoree into her arms. Ivoree cried harder, and Cashmere’s happiness immediately disappeared. Guilt suddenly filled her instead. Had she been too engrossed in her happy little bubble with Savio to notice that Ivoree was clearly going through something?
“N-nothing. I’m f-fine.” Ivoree buried her head further into Cashmere’s chest, like she used to do when she was a child. Ivoree was a grown ass woman now, but at the moment, she seemed just like a fragile child. Cashmere’s entire life’s existence was to make sure Ivoree was good. That had been her job since she was seven years old and Ivoree was born. At the moment, she felt like a failure because there was no reason Ivoree should be here bawling her damn eyes out.
“It’s clear you aren’t fine. What happened?” Cashmere gently coaxed.
Ivoree pulled away from Cashmere and looked at her. She shook her head. “You’re spending time with your man?—”
“I don’t got a man,” Cashmere corrected.
Savio might have claimed her, but in her head, they needed to have more of a conversation surrounding the status of their relationship.
Ivoree laughed through her tears as she tried to wipe them away. “Sav know that?”
Cashmere giggled and then immediately felt guilty. That happiness tried to creep back in, but now was not the moment. Her sister needed her. She grabbed Ivoree’s hands and shook her head.
“Never mind that. What’s going on? Is it school? You ain’t caught me up on how things are going with clinicals.”
“You haven’t really been around.”
Guilt hit Cashmere right in the chest once again. She couldn’t even argue with that. She had been so wrapped up in work and with Savio that she really hadn’t had time for Ivoree.
After a long sigh, Cashmere said, “I’m sorry, Sis. My head’s been in the clouds. I didn’t mean to neglect you.”
Ivoree shrugged. “It’s fine.”
She sniffled, and Cashmere reached out and squeezed her hand.
“Tell me what’s goin’ on. Is it school?” she asked again. She wanted to know what was wrong because if there was a way for her to fix it, she would without question. Cashmere prided herself on making Ivoree’s life as easy as possible.
Ivoree shook her head. “No.”
“Are you really ’bout to make me guess?”
Ivoree expelled a breath. “I don’t want to upset you or Sav.”
“Upset us how? What’s Sav got to do with it?” Cashmere asked as her brows pulled in.
“It’s about Twizz,” Ivoree whispered.
Cashmere went completely still. She had thought things with Twizz had gotten better. Was she wrong? Had she been that caught up in Savio that she missed something else?
