Then we both moved.
We had lunch separately.
Then nine hours went by like that.
By the end, I was tired, still cramping, still a little irritated, but the progress was there.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up, then came back and looked over everything I had done.
He walked up beside me. “Don’t slow my project down with that attitude.”
I looked at him. “Don’t give me nothing to fix, and I won’t have an attitude.”
A small breath left him, almost a laugh. “Enjoy the rest of your day, ma.”
I turned and walked back toward Laila’s car, already thinking about wine and getting off my feet.
Behind me, I could still feel him standing there.
Watching.
This was going to be a long two years…
V Saint
“A nigga used to women agreeing with him don’t know what to do with resistance at first.”
By the time I left the site, my whole body felt tight. Nine hours around Sade Bennett had a nigga mentally exhausted. I got in the whip, shut the door, and sat there for a second before pulling off.
The music wasn’t even on yet.
That’s how I knew something was off with me.
Usually, I would’ve been peeling out of the parking lot with the windows shaking, but my mind kept replaying the whole day instead. Her voice. Her attitude. The way she kept correcting shit. The way she walked around my project with a stick up her ass.
Cocky ass woman.
I chuckled low to myself before shaking my head.
This bitch already running a nigga dry.
As soon as I thought it, I regretted it. Sade wasn’t a bitch. She just… wasn’t what I expected.
I thought hiring her would be easy. Pretty virgin designer girl. Quiet. Professional. Probably one of those women who just nod, agree, and look good while a nigga handles business.
Yeah, fucking right.
That woman had an opinion about every damn thing on my site.
And somehow… I liked that shit but hated it at the same time.
I frowned at myself immediately.
“That’s the problem,” I muttered, finally turning the music up.
Snoop Dogg’s “Dog’s Gonna Get Cha” started blasting through the speakers while I drove toward the city. Traffic was light, the sun dropping behind buildings, the sky turning orange over L.A.
My phone buzzed in the cup holder.
