Page 17 of Surrender Your Heart
She stared at her glass, swirling the liquid. Then looked up—eyes glassy, but her voice steady. “I just wanna know the truth, Legend.” I arched a brow, but didn’t interrupt. “About you and Devyn. About any other woman who’s hurt you. Who made you cold? Who made you think love equals losing control?” Her voice cracked, but she pushed through it. “I need to know what your real intentions are with me before... before I get in too deep.”
Honeylooked down, trying to gather herself, chest rising and falling. Lip trembling even though she was trying to bite it down. That shit hit me like a gut punch.
I finished rolling up, leaned backwards, and sparked it. “Drink,” I said, exhaling the smoke. “Then breathe.” She sipped. Shaky, but she did it. I took one more hit, letting silence linger just long enough to make her feel it. Then, I looked her dead in the eyes. “I told you about Devyn, and I was truthful about it. I don’t have a reason to lie, Honey. How is that benefiting me?”
She shrugged and took another sip as I took another hit before passing it to her. I watched her watch me as she inhaled the weed and exhaled it slowly. I continued. “As for the rest…Yeah, I’ve had relationships in the past. They didn’t work out because of impatience on their end when I was grinding my way up, greed once I hit my pinnacle, and a lack of interest on my part in most recent years. I’m a very private nigga, baby, and I don’t invite just anybody or any woman in my space, especially not after an agreement for just business.”
Her eyes flickered. “And yes, I told you I didn’t believe in love. I believe in control. I ain’t never loved the way people write about it in songs...” I leaned forward as she passed the blunt back, voice dropping an octave. “…until you.”
Honey blinked. Fast. I placed the blunt in the ashtray and then stood up. I walked over and took her glass from her hands, setting it down. Then I stood between her knees, lifting her chin with one finger. Her brown eyes were glossy. Hopeful. “You cracked something open in me that I locked away a long time ago, Honey. When I told you if this had been another life or a different time, we could’ve been something, I meant that shit. It just took me a year to really act on what I want when I let you walk away.”
The tears slipped onto her cheeks as I kneeled before her, brushing my lips against hers. “This weekend ain’t about Devyn, my past, or anybody else who ever had a piece of me.” I kissed her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone. “This weekend is about us.” Then I pressed my forehead to hers. “I wanna see where this goes, but baby, you gotta realize I’m a different type of nigga and I have a past. Don’t ever let a bitter woman who came before you make you doubt what I’m showing you. Understood?”
She nodded, sniffling a little. Just a woman who wanted to believe but needed proof, and I was prepared to give her allof it. She stayed quiet for a minute, but I could tell it hit her. Everything I said. Everything I meant. Her eyes stayed locked on mine like she was trying to memorize me in real time. Like if she blinked too long, I’d disappear. I stepped back, gave her space, sat down again, and grabbed the glass of dark. The silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t awkward. It was thick. Electric. Real. And it gave me room to think.
I hadn’t always been this version of myself. Shit, if I was being honest, I used to dog women. I wasn’t proud of it, but it’s the truth. Growing up, there were no male role models. My pops was gone before I was old enough to spell his name. Mama and grandmother did everything—worked doubles, packed my lunches, taught me how to hold my head high even when the world didn’t offer shit but losses. But that love… that softness? I didn’t have a blueprint for that.
I learned how to move through women before I learned how to really see them. I used to think that made me powerful, but it just made me hollow until one day I looked in the mirror and hated what looked back. So I switched it up. I started using my position to build instead of break. Made sure any woman who crossed paths with me left better than she came.
But even then… I never circled back. Never second-guessed a spark or connection until Honey. I was gone. Not in a corny ass way. Not on some Romeo shit. But in a real way. I couldn’t picture myself giving another woman the opportunity of being blessed by me. I couldn’t see another body in my bed or smile across my table. This wasn’t just access and pussy. She felt like home.
I was still in my thoughts when she moved. She stood slowly, walked over to me, and dropped to her knees in front of where I sat. Her fingers slid up my thighs, and her eyes met mine like she was daring me to flinch. Then she kissed me deeply, pulling me into her. Slow tongue, soft lips, needy hands wrapping around my neck. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and my hands found her waist.
“Thank you,” she whispered against my mouth. “I needed to hear that… because…” She laid her head in the crook of my neck and exhaled.
I knew. I could feel her heart thumping. I asked anyway. “Because you’re falling?” I asked, voice low, caressing her back. She hesitated and didn’t answer. So I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Found that spot behind her ear that made her shiver. Then I let my hand drop between her legs and felt how wet she was for me. “Would you even be ready for a nigga like me, sweetheart?” I murmured. She gasped softly, but I didn’t stop.
My fingers pulled her bikini bottom to the side, found her clit and thumbed slow circles, teasing. “Would you be ready to be teased and pleased like this on the regular?” I asked, voice hungry. “Ready to ride for me, be on my arm, wake up in luxury and command boardrooms beside me?” She whimpered and rolled her hips. “Boss up with me, baby?” I growled, licking her collarbone. “Run this shit with me?”
Her lips parted like she wanted to answer, but couldn’t catch her breath. “Would you be ready for that?” I whispered again, pushing two fingers inside her slow as hell, just to watch her head fall back and her eyes roll.
Her moan was soft. Desperate. “I—I want to,” she breathed. “My God…”
I smirked, watching her melt all over me. “Do you trust me?”
She leaned her forehead into mine, chest heaving. “Yesss…” she whispered.
And just like that… whatever guard she had left fell right into my hands. Honey was grinding on my fingers like she didn’t wanna stop. Breath catching. Body trembling. Skin hot and glistening. My other hand stroked down her spine, feeling her exhale on me like I’d just made her soul float up and kiss the ceiling.
“Fuck…” she whispered, eyes damn near rolled back. Her body sagged against me, legs shaky. But her hand still reached for my zipper like she needed more now. “Put it in,” she damn near whimpered, grabbing at my waistband with weak fingers. “Please… I need it…”
I chuckled low, the sound sitting deep in my chest. Felt it rumble through both of us. “Mm-mm,” I murmured, still rubbing her back slowly. “That greedy lil’ pussy gotta wait.”
“Legend,” she whined, brows pulling together as she tried to move again, hips searching.
“Nah, baby,” I said, gently gripping her wrist to stop her. “I've got somewhere to be.Wegot somewhere to be.”
She blinked, confused, still high off that orgasm. “What?”
“I told you… this weekend ain’t just vibes and pretty views,” I reminded her, brushing her curly hair back off her damp face. Fuck. She was beautiful. “We've got a business dinner.”
That woke her up a little. She straightened in my lap, lips parted. “A business dinner?”
“Mmhmm.” I smirked. “I think you’ll take a liking to this one.”
Honey looked down between us like she couldn’t believe I was still hard as fuck and not giving her what her body was begging for. “But you’re still hard…” she whispered, trailing her hand down, fingers brushing my dick through my swim trunks.
My jaw flexed, her touch making me inhale slowly, but I didn’t move. “I know,” I said, voice low as hell. “This dick gon’ be in you all night. On your back. On your side. Bent over. Screaming into the sheets.”
