He walked back around the desk and cupped my cheek. “Good, then I feel aight about finishing up my workday before I slide back through here. You need anything?”
“N-no,” I stuttered. His presence was so commanding, but his genuine care for me slammed into me hard as hell. I had the feeling that I could ask him to unpack my entire big ass U-Haul by himself while I sat back and ate pizza, and he would—happily.
“Give me your phone,” he demanded, throwing me for a loop once again.
I pointed at my sweats on the floor. “It’s in there.”
He bent and grabbed my clothes before he fished around in my pockets. After retrieving my phone, he looked down at it and frowned. I saw Donzelle’s name flash on the screen. It stopped before Kareem could answer it, like he had when AJ called while we were at the resort.
He grunted and handed me my phone. “Unlock it.” I did what he asked and then hopped off the desk so I could put my panties and sweats back on. Kareem stopped me before I could slide my panties on. “Gimme those.”
“You want my underwear?”
He nodded sharply, and I shook my head incredulously before I balled my pink panties up and handed them to him. Kareem stuffed them into his pocket nonchalantly while he looked at my phone. After a minute, he handed the phone back to me, and I saw that he programmed his number and texted himself. When I saw what he set his name as, I snorted.
Mr. All You Need.
“Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you later. Keep that thang juicy for daddy.” He patted my pussy through my sweatpants before he opened his office door.
I felt stuck for a moment as I looked at Kareem. He was so sure of himself. So calm and collected like this wasn’t a bizarre fluke. Finally, I slowly walked by him and out of the office. As I passed him, he handed me the keys that he must have swiped from the desk. Kareem slapped my ass and grabbed the back of my neck before I could fully step out of the office. “You gonna call daddy if you need somethin’?”
My thirsty ass pussy clenched. “Yeah.”
“Even if it’s small? Like you breaking a nail or some shit? I wanna know if yo’ damn AC ain’t workin’ so I can fire the HVAC niggas. Whatever you need, Mermaid. You got it?”
I nodded, still in a daze. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I knew what he wanted to hear, and my looney ass was more than happy to say it. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good fuckin’ girl. Got my dick hard as hell.”
I giggled, because what the fuck else could I do? This was entirely too much. Before he could say anything else crazy or tempt me any further, I rushed toward the front door and took in a deep breath as soon as I was outside.
My brother was the first person at my side. He’d been sitting with the U-Haul while we came in to grab my keys. I silently thanked God that he didn’t meet Kareem just yet. AJ’s crazy ass had hounded me about the man who answered my phone when I was out of town. I had to talk him down from spazzing out completely on more than one occasion surrounding that situation.
“You good, Rielle?” he asked as he patted my back.
I offered him a weak smile and held my keys up. “Got my keys. Let’s lock the U-Haul up and go check the place out while we wait for the movers.”
AJ eyed me for a minute before he nodded. He walked back toward the truck while Mariah and Sloane swarmed me.
“She got that freshly fucked face,” Sloane whispered.
“Don’t she?” Mariah agreed.
“Oh, fuck off.” I grumbled as I pushed them away and walked back into the lobby of the apartment complex.
Thankfully, Kareem was nowhere to be seen. Neither was his friend. AJ met us in the lobby, and I walked them toward the elevator so we could get a move on with this day.
I wasn’t fooling myself at all. I wanted to rush this shit so I could see Kareem. God worked in weird ass ways, but this time, I was a little curious to see where this led me. Not wanting a relationship be damned, at this point. Kareem Spivy had foundme, and there was no way to hide anymore. I accepted that . . .happily.
chapter 6
KAREEM
My luck had everything to do with the Big Homie upstairs. If I didn’t believe in God before, I damn sure did now. Be clear, though. I definitely believed in God before. Gloria and Idris Spivy made sure of that. I grew up in the church. People might not have known it because of how I acted sometimes, but that didn’t change my truth.
