Page 173 of Anything Necessary for Her
“You did that shit on purpose.” He spoke against my lips before we kissed.
I couldn’t speak just yet, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
“Maybe.” I finally found my voice as he stood back upright.
“That pussy too good, Peep. Fuck!” He shook his head, walking to the en suite to grab a warm towel and cut the shower on.
I could only laugh since my legs were still trembling.
Low returned to wipe my pussy gently before he carried me to the shower. We washed off in between kisses, then climbed out to brush, floss, and use mouthwash before climbing into bed naked.
As I lay on him, our fingers intertwined and his sexy, woodsy but sweet scent peppering the air, I decided to speak on that detective. I was going to ignore him like I was sure Low would’ve wanted, but I didn’t think that was wise.
“That detective guy, Clayton, hunted me down at my sister-in-law’s warehouse. Thankfully Shakur was with me, so he couldn’t question me like he wanted,” I started and felt Low’s body stiffen.
“What he ask you?”
“He pretty much wanted to know where I was that night of Brenden’s murder because he found out I was also in Vegas.”
Low shook his head.
“This muthafucka. Thank God I just found a new nigga in that department. He replaced the muthafucka Kenneth that was usually there to keep shit like this away from a nigga. Only thing is, he new, so it’ll be a month or so before he can get everything back straight. He doing what he can for now though.”
“I think you should hire my brother to at least look at things. And if it goes further, he’s your best chance of getting off.” Ipressed my chin into his chest. “I didn’t want to ask him before I ran it by you though.”
“I like that.” He brushed my sweated-out hair back. It was no point in wrapping it up at this point. “Yo’ brother got a reputation, so I already know.”
“Yep. He’s like a magician. Prosecutors hate him because nine times out of ten, his client either won’t be convicted or will only get an iota of the time they should be in prison. He’s not cheap though.”
Low nodded, staring up at the vaulted ceilings like he was in deep thought.
“Hit him up.”
WEEKS LATER . . .
“Hey, you guys can come back.” Analicia stood in the doorway of my brother’s humungous office, smiling.
“Yep. She’s the real boss.” Ashlee, my brother’s assistant, grinned.
I couldn’t tell if she was being funny and nice or an asshole, so I just chuckled while leading Low to the door by hand.
“I told her I pay people for that shit. She just supposed to come up and look pretty—show muthafuckas where most of my billable hours go,” Bashar joked, shaking Low’s hand and kissing me.
“That is not true. I have my own money.” Analicia grinned at her husband after he kissed her then sat behind his desk.
Low and I had descended into the chairs before him.
“I don’t get none of that damn daycare money. She probably richer than me since she ain’t got no bills,” he replied, making us all laugh.
He wasn’t lying, because my sisters-in-law famously didn’t pay any bills because of my brothers. I couldn’t say anything about them, though, since being with Low had me rarely pulling out my wallet. It wasn’t odd for me to be out with him wallet-less.
Stazi told me though that she made sure to know what the bills were and how to pay them, despite not putting a penny in on them. She, my mama, and all my sisters recommended I do the same, and I would.
“I do get you stuff!” Analicia reddened with glee. “I’m going to the smoothie place right now to get you something, sir, and I don’t recall you handing me any cash or a card for it!”
“She got six items from Cartier yesterday, but I get a smoothie.” He shot Low and me a look, extending the laughter among us. “It’s straight though, love. That’s how shit go. You a perfect woman and don’ had three of my kids. You deserve it.” He studied his papers before him as his wife sauntered over to cup his chin before pecking him.
They were so cute.
