Page 5 of Anything Necessary for Her
“How is he innocent, if my daddy pays him to guard me and I was able to sneak out?” I raised a brow, and Low nodded to agree.
He didn’t say anything as I stood at the door and used my keycard to get inside.
“Stay out of trouble, Banks St. Thomas,” he said in that LA accent only the hood niggas possessed and started off back toward the elevator.
“You too, Willow Harris.” I watched his back for a bit, admiring his gait.
“Willow Harris?” Kailey’s voice called out over the suite, startling me and making me slam the door as I turned around.
“What the fuck are you doing here? What happened to Denny?” I tossed my purse onto the L-shaped writing desk.
“Nigga made it one minute.” Kailey flopped down onto the bed, already in her nightie. I could tell by the glow of her skin, face included, that she’d had her shower. Her brown hair was braided into two French braids, and her pouty lips had been slathered in a lip mask.
“Wait.” I laughed. “What do you mean he made it one minute?” I watched her intently as she bounced her head, eyebrows kissing her hairline. “Bitch, that nigga nutted in a minute?”
“Maybefifty seconds, but I’m trying to be nice ’cause he fine and paid.” She sucked her teeth and lay back on the bed. “Everything was going good at first too. He ate my pussy—wellmight I add—and then we started fucking. Once it finally started feeling good, he froze and then started shaking and shit like he was possessed.”
I fell out laughing so hard my cheeks began to tire out from being up by my eyes.
“Are you serious?”
“I wish I wasn’t! I just started shouting ‘No! No, you better not be!’ right before he collapsed on top of me. He had to use his mouth for me to get off once more and then apologized profusely, saying it was wetter than he expected.”
I bellowed, and this time, Kailey joined me.
“Ugh. So you gonna still fuck with him?” I began to remove my jewelry. I needed a shower of my own.
“I am because he gave me this and told me next time, he got me.” She held up two thick ass folds of hundreds.
“I can’t believe he didn’t try again.” I walked to the bathroom to cut the shower on.
“Couldn’t get it up,” she answered dryly as she counted the money out. “But um, was that Willow, as in the Low you used to have a crush on, dropping you off?”
“It was, but it wasn’t anything like that. After you left, some nigga tried to rape me, I assume, and I got the best of him. He tried to get away from me, and we ran into Low.”
“Oh shit. So did y’all fuck?”
“Kailey.” I shot her a look upon returning to the room to gather my toiletries.
“I know. I was hoping. You used to fantasize about losing your virginity to him. Remember?”
I hated that she’d known me so long.
“I do, and I was a damn teenager.”
“Yeah, whatever, ho.” She giggled. “You and Low are meant to be, just like Asif and me.”
“Bitch.” I laughed, her having caught me off guard. “Asif is meant to be with Anastazia.”
“Tomato, tomato.”
“Y’all are literally nothing alike, Kailey.” I giggled.
“I think so. She reminds me of me, so it’s the same thing as him being with me.”
“You wish.” I shook my head at her as I started back toward the bathroom.
“We going shopping tomorrow on that nigga’s dime!” she shouted to me just before I closed the door.
