Page 14 of Surrender Your Heart
“I don’t care what he said. If the numbers don’t reflect what we discussed, pull the fucking plug.” I froze, hand mid-way through brushing out my curls. His tone was sharp. “Nah, I’m not giving that opportunity twice.” Silence, then: “Make thecall. Loop me in after the paperwork’s drafted. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Click.
Goosebumps rippled across my skin. It wasn’t just what he said—it was how he said it. That quiet power. That calm that always came with a warning. It was giving rich, ruthless, and unbothered. The kind of man who never had to raise his voice to be obeyed. I didn’t even realize I was clenching my thighs together.
And then he stepped into the doorway... whew. I almost lost my breath. The man looked good in anything, and the navy swim trunks he had on showed off that godly print. Designer slides with ankle socks. Gold watch. Cuban link. Dark shades pushed up on his head. God seriously took his time.
“Damn,” I exhaled before I could help it.
He smirked, dragging his eyes across my body in that slow, intense way that made my stomach flip. “You wearing the fuck outta that,” he said, stepping closer. “But you knew that already.”
I turned slightly in the mirror. “Just trying to keep up with you.”
He stepped behind me, big hands sliding around my waist. “You ain’t gotta keep up. Just stay right here with me.” He dipped down and kissed the back of my shoulder. I swear my knees went soft. He held my gaze a second longer, then smacked my ass once—hard enough to sting, soft enough to make me moan—and turned toward the door. “Five minutes. Yacht’s waiting.”
I swallowed hard, watching him walk away. Damn. This man really was different.
LEGEND
T h ew i n dw a ssmooth off the water. Honey floated like a goddess. I stood back for a minute, blunt between my fingers, letting my eyes trail over her. The glow off her skin. The arch of her back when she laughed. The way her waist snatched when she turned sideways to fix her lip gloss in the chrome reflection of the bar. Every last one of my partners couldn't help but glance her way. And I let them admire what I had for a second.
I was mid-conversation with Vee when I exhaled smoke, passed him the blunt, and stepped to Honey. She was talking with Yolanda like they were old friends.
“Baby,” I said low behind her ear, hand resting on her lower back. “You good?”
She turned to me, smiling. “Are you keeping tabs on me?”
I smirked, “Just tryna keep my hand on what’s mine.”
Her breath caught. She reached for her glass. “Can I get a refill?”
I signaled the bartender and handed her off with a smooth smack on her ass that made her lips part. While she chatted with the other women near the deck, eyes still on her, Ronin pulled up beside me.
“Yo, L,” he muttered, dapping up. “We downstairs?”
I nodded once. “Yeah. Grab Trez.”
“He’s already down there by the pool table.”
“Say less.”
I went to Honey and told her I was going to handle some business. We hit the stairs down into the lower deck lounge. Trez was already shooting pool with Chester. Over by the bar, I poured myself a drink and took a slow sip, watching the table. “Let’s get into it.”
The convo moved like it always did. We talked numbers on the new land acquisition in the Turks—some luxury eco villa shit I was funding partially through a shell company. We discussed security expansion in Belize and drew up paperwork. We spoke about Vee’s wife’s new hair extensions line. Then, niggas started bragging about their wins, money, and pussy—especially the latter.
“She had a tongue ring and a tuition bill,” Ronin joked, chalking his cue. “I paid both.”
Laughter erupted around the table. Hector talked about flying twins out to Miami and getting both of them to do a“demonstration” at LIV. Then Trez, drunk off his own ego, smirked.
“L, I see you sitting on some pressure this weekend. That lil’ brownskin joint? Man… whew.”
I didn’t even smile. Just took another sip, leaned back against the wall, and exhaled. “I've already mentioned Honey ain’t for the table.”
“That mean she'syours-yours?” Trez asked, raising a brow.
I looked up slowly, that cold calm sliding into my tone. “It means watch your mouth when you speak on her and worry about your own woman upstairs.” The room got quiet for a half second.
Trez put the pool stick down and eyed me like he had something slick to say. “Crazy how life circles back, huh?” he said. “Devyn’s riding with me now. Guess what you didn’t build for her, I will. No hard feelings, bro.”
