The second I cracked it open, I was greeted by two large men in suits. They immediately stepped inside without saying a word, sweeping past me to search my apartment like it was standard procedure.
I stepped aside, already used to Rellianah’s extra out lifestyle. Behind them stood the third guard, blocking her path like a damn wall.
She stood there with her arms crossed over her huge breasts, tapping her foot impatiently. Even annoyed, she looked stunning. Her bright yellow summer dress hugged her curves perfectly, and the copper brown highlights in her waist-length hair shimmered in the afternoon sunlight.
She mumbled something slick under her breath before smacking her lips and cocking her head to the side.
“Can you move, Kyle?” she snapped.
Her guard barely shifted. His pale hands rested on his hips near the gun strapped there.
“This is why I miss Cease and Khaos,” she spat louder. “Cream got y’all muthafuckas doing too damn much. Acting like y’all the Secret Service around this bitch.”
She tried to step around him. Kyle immediately threw his arm out, blocking her. Her hand came down hard, slapping his away. The moment it did, her ocean-blue eyes darkened into a stormy gray.
She was pissed.
I noticed that the first time we met at my salon. Whenever her eyes turned gray like that, somebody had pushed her too far.
“I—I’m sorry, boss lady,” Kyle stammered. “Cream said he would kill me if anything happened to you.”
The poor white man looked terrified of her tiny self. The whole scene had me fighting a laugh.
“Kyle,” she said coldly, “go wait in the car.”
He hesitated.
Her voice dropped lower.
“Next time you go against my orders… I will kill you myself.”
A chill ran straight up my spine. It wasn’t what she said. It was how calmly she said it.
I believed her.
Everything about Rellianah carried quiet power. She didn’t have to prove it. It was just there, hanging in the air around her like invisible weight.
She was beautiful and sweet on the surface. But behind those eyes… something darker rested. She watched her men file out the door, then sighed, finally stepped fully inside my apartment. She looked at me and scrunched up her face.
“Bitch, you smell like dick.”
I burst out laughing.
“Go clean your ass and then tell me everything,” she continued, pointing at me dramatically. “Since you made us miss our appointment, you’re making it up to me today. This is my only free day without my husband or kids and I’m taking full advantage.”
I understood exactly what she meant. Her life moved faster than an average person. Between her businesses, her dance academy, being a wife, and being a full-time mother, I honestly didn’t know how she balanced it all. She admitted sometimes it overwhelmed her, but she loved her life now.
The only thing she kept from her old life were her closest associates… and the bodyguards. When I asked her why she still kept them, she simply said there would always be someone out there who wanted her dead.
Even though she didn’t live that lifestyle anymore. She wasn’t a celebrity, but people treated her like one. The Shade Room posted her constantly. Pictures of her with her family, clips from her dance academy, photos of her husband’s elementary school that sat right in the heart of Watts.
Rellianah and Cream were a powerhouse couple. They weren’t picture perfect but they adored each other. Watching them sometimes made my chest ache in a quiet way. Because someday… I wanted something like that too.
I stood under the hot spray of my shower, my thoughts drifted back to King. The moment his face crossed my mind, heat pooled low in my stomach. My thighs squeezed slightly. My pussy throbbed. King was dangerous in every sense. He sexed me so good that it had lingering affects. King was the type of man women warned each other about. Fine as hell, paid, confident, and capable of snapping his fingers and having any woman he wanted. Which meant I needed to keep my head on straight.
I was grateful Rellianah was here. Because I needed advice. I wasn’t seasoned when it came to men. My first relationship proved that painfully clear. King was only the second man I had ever slept with. It felt like I was already catching feelings I had no business catching.
Last night during our second round, I almost screamed something that would have embarrassed the hell out of me. King’s dick was so good it had my brain trying to convince me I loved him.
