Page 2 of Velvet Secrets

“My office. Both of y’all come up.”

“Aight.”

I grabbed the folder and started to look over the contents. He’d already signed the deed and the lease over to me as if he knew I’d accept his offer.

Avani Jade.

I racked my brain trying to see if the name rang any bells but came up empty. I’d never heard of her. The name itself was sexy as hell making me wonder just who this woman was.

“Ky-Sin!” My rambunctious little brother’s voice cut through the silence when he aggressively entered my office, using a name he’d been teasingly calling me since we were kids. “You looking at the future rookie of the year, dawg.”

He was grinning as he walked toward me and I couldn’t stop myself from returning the smile as I stood and pulled him into a brotherly hug.

“From your mouth to God’s ears.”

“You know I’m God’s favorite.” He smirked.

Tyriq was eight years younger than me and had been playing football since he was five. I’d been supporting him since. I never missed any of his games, even the ones that I had to travel to, and I planned to continue that in his professional career. We were all each other had since losing our grandfather who raised us a few years ago.

“Yeah, I know, kid.”

“Why you holed up in here?” He asked, scanning my desk to see what I was doing. “We celebrating tonight. Not working.”

“I’m always working.” I replied as I approached Dinero, my childhood best friend who was more like a brother, to dap him up. “What’s up, bro?”

“I can’t call it, bro. Ready to unwind from this hectic ass week I had.”

“Another dub under your belt.” I smirked, referring to the case that he had won.

“Per usual.” Tyriq added as he kicked his feet up on my desk.

I shook my head and knocked them down before making my way to the bar to pour Dinero a drink since my brother didn’t indulge. He took it and I lifted mine to propose a toast. “To success.”

“To success,” he reiterated.

“What’s this?” My nosy ass brother asked. When I looked in his direction he was reading over the deed.

“My business.” I snatched the paper from him.

“Who is Gerald Baines?”

“Tyriq.” I glared at him causing him to lift his hands in mock surrender.

“My bad.”

Turning my attention to Dinero, I handed him the deed and asked, “this legit?”

He sat his glass down and began to scan the document.

“Seems like it. How’d you get it?” I gave him a knowing look. “Are there any encroachments?”

I shook my head. “Naw, but he’s renting the building.”

“You’ll have to get the lease agreement then.”

I turned to my desk and fished it from the folder then handed it to him.

“He gave it to me. Already signed and everything.”

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