Page 112 of Rose
“Bitch, just come open the door,” Sarai chimed in on speaker, clearly with Kyre. “Your man’s planning you a date, and he said we need to get you ready by a certain time.”
“He isnotmy man, so I’m not going,” Ahzii muttered, loud enough for Savior to hear.
He walked over, smacked her ass hard, and kept it moving with a smug smile on his face.
“Ouch! Nigga!” she yelped, rubbing the sting as he grinned.
“Zii, my brother is patient and loving in his own psycho way,” Sarai said calmly, “but hehateshearing the word ‘no.’ Do you want another body on the floor tonight just because you refused to go on a date with the nigga?”
Ahzii sighed and shook her head.
“You better listen to your sister-in-law, Allure. She knows me very well,” Savior said as he passed behind her, voice smooth like a warning wrapped in charm.
Ahzii rolled her eyes. “Fine. Kyre, use your key. I’m about to shower,” she said, hanging up before they could start talking again. There was no point in arguing with a damn army.
“Savior, get the fuck out of my house,” she snapped, still annoyed as she turned toward the bathroom.
But he grabbed her, pulling her back into him.
“Will I see you later?” he asked, voice low, eyes soft, like he needed her to say it.
She gave him a deadpan mug. “Yeah. Not like I have much of a choice now, do I?”
“Nope,” he said with a grin. “You don’t, smart ass.”
He leaned in, one hand curling gently around her neck, and pressed three slow kisses to her lips, each one lingering like a promise.
“See you later, Allure. Get soft pink on the toes too.”
And just like that, he was gone—out of her space and out of the apartment before she could even process it.
The door clicked again.
Kyre and Sarai came barging in with shopping bags and energy like they owned the place.
Ahzii sighed and dragged herself toward the bathroom.
Whatever Savior had planned…
She wasn’t ready.
Not for this.
Not forhim.
???
Ahzii stared out the window, watching the sun melt into the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the city as buildings and trees blurred past. She was riding in a white Rolls-Royce Wraith, luxury humming beneath her, but her mind wasn’t on the car, or even on the man driving it.
It was on the destination.
She’d spent the entire day trying to pull answers out of Sarai and Kyre while they dragged her from appointment to appointment—hair, nails, toes. Every question she asked was met with laughter and deflection. Nothing. Not even a hint.
She called them traitors. Fake bitches. Repeatedly.
They didn’t care. Just laughed and told her to shut up and be patient.
She even tried pressing Savior for answers when he picked her up, but he hadn’t given her shit. Not a single word. Just a smug smirk and a kiss to her temple.
