Page 37 of Surrender to Love

Me: Is SHE letting you eat? I correct Giselle.

It’s too early to know the sex of Reya’s baby but we all have our preferences. Quintus, Reya, Alex, Shuga, and I are praying for a pretty little girl and Giselle, Niya, and the brothers are hoping for a handsome little boy.

Reya: She likes African food at the moment. I seasoned some suya fish and my hubby is grilling it right now. Zongo with it sounds yummy.

Me: Stop begging. LOL. I might bring you a bowl.

Reya: ily

Giselle: So do I have to be pregnant to get some?

Reya: Yep, bitch, you do LOL

Giselle: Fuck you

Me: If he doesn’t eat it all, I might put you some away.

Giselle: At least you love me.

Reya: Aww you know me and the baby love you too.

Me: Gotta go feed my man. Bye.

After putting my cell in my pocket, I walk over to his desk and quickly organize it. My face lights up at the picture of me and him from the night we met. He looks so damn sexy in his black suit. I don’t know if it was the suit or his eyes that convinced me to bring him back to my home, but whatever worked, worked well and I’m hopelessly in love. For once, I feel like my heart is truly protected.

As usual, this office is freezing. Shiro keeps it and his house so damn cold. Here, I understand, because it’s hot out there in the service bays, but it makes no sense at his house. Seventy-two degrees is the perfect temperature to me, but he prefers sixty-damn-four. I can use a hot cup of tea. I was rushing this morning and inadvertently skipped my morning cup. I’d grabbed iced coffee from The Marketplace but my day isn’t right without hot tea. Shuga used to keep coffee, hot water, and tea bags in the lobby, so I head there on the hunt.

It’s Saturday afternoon and the lobby is crowded. I notice the crowd first then the new receptionist. She’s a pretty mocha sista with a cute pixie cut and larger than life lashes. She’s dealing with a customer but goes out of her way to smile at me. I return the smile as I make my way to the coffee area. There’s hot water and sugar but no tea bags ,so I search the small cabinet underneath. Nothing. When the counter clears, I approach the receptionist.

“Hey. Are there any tea bags? I checked under the cabinet and didn’t see any,” I tell her.

“Well, customers shouldn’t be looking under there,” she says with an audible and definitely not needed attitude.

Clearly, she just saw me walking from the office in the back and probably saw me out in the bay. She knows I’m more than a customer, but for the sake of my man’s place of business, I intentionally brush her slick words and attitude off.

“I think we both know I’m more than a customer, but if you want to pretend that you don’t, let me introduce myself. I’m Kyrah, Shiro’s lady, and I need to know where the tea bags are.”

“Hm. I didn’t know he had a girl. That’s news to me and everyone else in here,” she has the nerve to say and I bite my damn tongue.

This trick!

“But you saw me coming from the employee area and I know you’ve seen our picture on his desk. But go off, sis,” I snap but in my professional yet nice-nasty tone. She doesn’t know how lucky she is that we are not alone. If this lobby were clear, I would read her trifling ass for filth sans any professionalism because she is truly rude as fuck.

“Oh, we’re sister wives. Do you enjoy that piercing as much as I do?” she says just for me to hear and what the fuck!

Did this bitch just…It takes me a few seconds to process the shit she said. We’re what? She enjoys what? I know she didn’t just say what the fuck I just heard.

When I shake out of my temporary stupor, I glare at her and the smugness on her face reveals I heard right. All professionalism, nice-nastiness, and regard for the people in this damn lobby vacate my mind, body, and soul as I raise my hand and backhand this bitch. I knock her and that smug ass look off the chair. Startled, she screams and somebody behind me does too but I don’t give a damn.

She knows about his fucking piercing, his dick. She deserves more, much more, and I give her exactly what she deserves. Shiro’s trifling ass is next.

TEN

Kyrah’s ride is up on the vehicle lift and I’m under it, double checking for any fluid leaks, worn suspension parts, or damaged brakes. Her X5 is only three years old but I don’t take any chances with her safety. I just changed her oil and filters.

“Boss man! Boss man! They fighting,” Black yells, sounding almost amused.

“Who?” I ask because I know none of my guys are fighting.