“Her new bodyguard.” Nyx pointed shyly to the corner of the boat. Nyx was alright in Cashmere’s book. The girl was shy as hell, but her mind was out of this world. She was smarter than any person in the room at any given time. She was the chemist in the council. Any drugs that ran through the streets were created by her. Cashmere appreciated a woman who held that much power but stayed out the way.
Cashmere turned and spotted her sister ducked off with some tall, skinny nigga. The way her face kept screwing up since she got on the boat, it should have permanently stuck that way by this point.
“Excuse me,” Cashmere mumbled as she stepped away from the group of ladies.
“Let the girl have some fun,” Karma shouted with a giggle.
Cashmere stuck her middle finger up but didn’t turn around. She kept her eyes focused on Ivoree. Everyone in the council knew she didn’t play about her baby sister. It didn’t matter how grown Ivoree was. Cashmere wasn’t a cock blocker, but she did make it her business to vet the men Ivoree decided to keep time with. A few years back, she went through a bad breakup that had Cashmere ready to gun the man down. Ivoree was left questioning her worth and sulking for months. Since then, Cashmere had been a bit too overprotective in that department.
When she reached them, she heard Ivoree giggling.Aw hell.
“Vee, what’s goin’ on? Who’s this?” Cashmere asked.
The two of them looked at Cashmere with smiles. Before Ivoree could speak, Twizz held his hand out. “I’m Tyler. Most people call me Twizz. I’m Ivoree’s new bodyguard.”
Cashmere was taken aback by his charm. She reluctantly shook his hand as she eyed him. He was handsome. She couldn’t lie, but he definitely screamed bad boy. She wondered how on earth he landed the job with Marcellus. Her play brother knew how much she loved Ivoree, so he must be legit.
“Yeah, you can call me Cash. So, you’re goin’ to be makin’ sure my sister is straight, huh? The last one quit because he said the job was too boring. That gonna be a problem with you?” Cashmere asked.
Ivoree fidgeted. Cashmere knew she made her sister uncomfortable, but she wasn’t willing to ease up on the handsome young man who oozed danger.
Twizz glanced at Ivoree and showcased all of his pearly white teeth. “Definitely don’t think that’ll be an issue.”
Cashmere’s lips balled up, but before she could say anything, Ivoree asked, “And who’s your new friend?” She looked behind Cashmere.
Cashmere frowned and turned around, ready to tell her sister she didn’t have any new friends. Her eyes widened when they landed on Savio, who stood just behind her as quiet as a damn mouse. She didn’t even know he had followed her.
With a groan, she turned back to her sister and childishly gestured behind her. “Savio, my new head of security.”
Ivoree’s eyes lit up. She shook Savio’s hand, which caused him to step forward so he was in the social circle they’d created instead of outside of it.
“Really nice to meet you. Twizz told me you two are close?” Ivoree asked.
That was news to Cashmere. She wondered how they knew each other.
Savio nodded and then playfully punched Twizz on the shoulder. “Yeah, this my lil nigga. Basically raised him.”
Twizz shooed him away playfully. “Yeah, this my OG.”
“That’s so cute.” Ivoree gushed before her eyes landed back on Savio. “That mean you’re going to move in?”
Savio shrugged. “Guess so. Heard I got my own wing.”
“You do. It’s really nice. Cash made sure she laid it out perfectly, but I don’t really know why. She hates all her security, so I don’t know why she wanted to make the head of security so comfortable?—”
“Girl, shut up,” Cashmere snapped. She didn’t need the girl telling all her business. Cashmere wasn’t a damn menace. She wanted her guests and the people that worked for her to be comfortable while they stayed with her. She knew all too well what it was like being uncomfortable, and she would never knowingly do that to someone else. That didn’t mean she had tolikethem.
“Sorry.” Ivoree clamped her mouth shut and looked at the floor.
Cashmere instantly felt bed, but for some reason, she also felt really stressed. She knew it was because of the fine ass man that stood next to her, so instead of apologizing to Ivoree, she turned on her heels. “I need a drink.”
She moved through the crowd. There weren’t many things she hated more than crowds. The deeper she moved into the boat, the louder the music got. She squeezed through a small group of people before she reached the bar.
“Gin and tonic, please.” The bartender nodded, but before she could make Cashmere’s drink, a deep voice sounded behind her.
“Whiskey on the rocks.”
Cashmere turned around with a mug on her face. “Why on earth are you following me?”
