Page 4 of Surrender Your Heart
By noon, I was sitting under the shaded cabana outside the main villa. Shirt off. Lined swim trunks on. Shades over my eyes, blunt between my lips. Ronin pulled up in a golf cart with a gorgeous woman in a little ass bikini. Ass and titties on full display. Typical.
He stepped out in slides, crisp linen pants, aviators, and his usual cocky smirk. “I take it your girl said yes?” I said nothing. I just smoked my blunt and exhaled the smoke. He dropped his head and laughed. “Nigga, you got a whole world of women and pussy, and you stuck on this particular one?”
“Honey’s different. She ain't like the others.”
Ronin shook his head, amused. “So what’s the play? Another weekend of passion or you tryna cuff something, L?”
“I’m tryna figure out if this feeling goes beyond a weekend, bro.”
“And if it don’t?”
“Then I’ll stop thinking about her. But if it does, I got some shit lined up.”
Ronin stepped in closer as I passed him the blunt. He hit it twice before passing it back. “Not to start no drama… but you know Devyn’s here too, right?”
I turned slowly. “Excuse me?”
“She’s on the island. I saw her IG story. She’s tagging along with Trez.”
“Mmm. He didn’t mention that.”
Devyn was a problem that I already closed the file on a few years back. She was bad, no doubt, and I thought I saw something in her. So, I presented her with the same opportunity the others got—same setup, same access, same chance to level up. But Devyn got too greedy, too clingy, and started moving sloppily, trying to reach me in ways she couldn’t. She felt entitled to a nigga. I didn’t do entitled. I gave her a lane, and she fucked it up by wanting to stunt on social media with bags, trips, and jewelry.
And now she was fucking with one of my junior associates who was just getting his foot into the game. I guess her ass was looking for another come up. I couldn’t tell another nigga how to move, but I knew one thing for sure. This weekend wasn’t about Devyn’s ass. It was about business and Honey.
Ronin gave me a look. “You cool?”
I hit the blunt and exhaled. “Always.”
By 3:45 p.m., I was changed and on my way to the airstrip. Black linen shirt. Matching pants. My chain tucked, my wrist bare, except for the vintage AP I wore. As the SUV rolled through the private road, I sat silent like the calm before the storm. I wasn’t nervous. I was ready in a way I’d never been for another woman. I needed to see Honey.
And when I saw the jet touch down and begin to taxi toward the hangar, a slow smile spread across my face. I stepped out, adjusted my shades, and waited. I was prepared to show her how I was really coming this time around. No hesitation. No questions.
Honey
Iw a su pearly, like crack-of-dawn early, and for once, I didn’t even mind. The anticipation was thick in the air as I packed. My bedroom floor was a war zone of lingerie, swimsuits, outfits, heels, and sandals. With Legend, though, I probably wouldn’t even need half the shit. Just me… naked.
I’d been pacing, biting my lip, holding things up to my body in the mirror, tossing them down, and then picking them back up again. Tyrae was on FaceTime, stretched out on her bed, cackling at my indecisiveness.
“Bihhh, you acting like you tryna impress your future husband,” she joked, twirling her satin bonnet like it was a crown.
I smirked. “I’m trying to impress the same demon dick that had me floating last year. Don’t play with me.”
“You need to chill,” she laughed. “But also… take the black thong with the gold chain details. That’s the one.”
“You’re right.”
We spent the next hour bouncing outfit ideas, bag organization, and “What if this happens?” scenarios back and forth. I hung up on her to call my wax lady, my nail tech, and my hairstylist to confirm everything was still running smoothly.
Hair appointment? 8AM.
Nails and feet? 10AM.
Brazilian wax? 11:30 sharp.
And the jet? Taking off by 1:45.
Honestly, I was shaking a little.
