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“And if you come around me acting jealous over Lloyd while you’re still with her, I’m going to embarrass the fuck out of you.”
“Man, fuck all that. Come here.
I snatched her ass up and took her upstairs and fucked the shit out of her, making sure her ass was going to be left with marks on her skin and a tender pussy.
CHAPTER 23
KYENNA
The problem with owning Royal Flush was that everybody assumed I wanted to talk about Royal Flush. I had been standing near the entrance for damn near twenty minutes, and in that short amount of time two vendors had stopped me. One of our regulars wanted to know when we were bringing back the celebrity poker tournament. Then another man I had never met before a day in my life tried to pitch me an idea for a cigar company because he saw my name attached to the business. By the time I made it to my office, I was over people. I kicked my heels off under the desk and opened my laptop. The morning numbers were already in my email, and my operations manager had highlighted the only two things that actually needed my attention. Everything else was running exactly the way it was supposed to. Months ago, that would’ve made me uncomfortable. Now, I appreciated not having to put my hands on every little thing. I was halfway through reviewing a new vendor contract when Grif knocked on the open door.
“Your lawyer is here for you.”
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“Nah, he just asked if you were here.”
“Send him up,” I said.
I looked down at my phone before Lloyd could make it to my office. Shameek had sent me a few texts. I just stared at the text as my mind drifted back to our last few nights of sneaking between each other’s houses.
“Hey, I came bearing caffeine and paperwork. I figured one would make the other easier to tolerate,” he said.
“Not you remembered my order,” I said, taking the cup from him.
“You order the same thing every time. It wasn’t exactly a test of memory.”
“Still impressive. Most men don’t listen or pay attention.”
“Not the average man. Believe it or not, most people don’t listen. Men just get blamed more.”
I laughed and opened the folder he placed in front of me.
“What am I looking at?”
“The management proposal for the commercial property you decided not to sell after I spent forty minutes explaining why selling it was financially irresponsible.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Now you can talk reckless because you think you know me.”
“One dinner and one dance changed our entire professional relationship.”
“Obviously,” I said as I started reading.
He had been right about the property. I hated to admit it, especially to his ass. The building was bringing in too much money for me to let it go because I didn’t want people calling me.
“This says the company takes eight percent.”
“They do, but they handle everything. Rent collections, maintenance calls, annual inspections, and lease renewals. You receive reports and distributions. They receive the headache.”
I nodded. “I like it.”
“I figured you would.”
I flipped the page. “What about capital repairs? I’m not giving some company unlimited authority to spend my money because somebody says the roof looks old.”
“There’s a threshold. Anything under twenty-five hundred can be approved without contacting you. Anything over requires written approval, unless it’s an emergency threatening the property or tenants safety.”
“Lower it to fifteen,” I told him.
