Page 11 of Kove and Xiah
“Aight, we can do that.”
I grabbed an unopened bottle from the table next to my brother and lifted from the chair. I extended a fist to Yoel who grinned and met it with his.
“Welcome home, Kove.”
I tossed my chin and led her to the house. Hopefully the pussy wouldn’t disappoint so I could get a decent nut and send her on her way.
I wokeup the next morning with my body aching from crashing on the sofa. After I fucked ol’ girl in my bed, I had no interest in sleeping on the aftermath of me digging in her pussy and was too drunk to stress with changing the sheets. My neck and back both suffered and I was seriously regretting the decision.
My night with ol’ girl was cool until I tried to get her a ride to the crib and she spent ten minutes trying to convince me to let her stay. She even went as far as swallowing my dick one last time, which I didn’t turn down. However, she left right afterbecause I tipped the driver who pulled up with an extra fifty to sit tight while I nutted down her throat. The money was worth it because I didn’t have to prolong her stay by waiting on another ride.
Even if she didn’t know about the contract, it wouldn’t take long for news to hit the hood once the press release was delivered in a couple of weeks. The last thing I needed was someone trying to attach themselves to me, or rather my pockets.
I dragged my ass to the bathroom, took a piss, and washed my hands before searching for a toothbrush. I found a new one still packaged under the sink which I cracked open after I washed my face. I showered after ol’ girl left last night and threw on clothes I found in my room.
Once I was functional and realized my brother’s room was empty, I grabbed two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and made a bowl of cereal, amused as hell that some things never changed. Peanut butter crunch, the off brand shit, remained in rotation at our crib. Me and Yoel could fuck up a box each in one sitting.
While I smashed my breakfast, I sent my brother a text to figure out where my keys were. First thing I checked after I sent shorty on her way last night was the carport behind the house to make sure this nigga still had my baby. The ’92 Acura Legend coupe was sitting pretty just like I’d left her but I needed the keys.
Me: You out early or haven’t been home yet?
Yoel: Didn’t want to fuck up your night so I chilled with a friend.
I smiled, shaking my head.
Me: I’m about to head out. You got my keys?
Yoel: In my room, top drawer. Dresser next to the closet.
Me: Bet.
Me: You cool? You need anything?
Yoel: Nah, I’m straight. I’ll pull up on you soon.
Me: Aight.
I swiped out of the thread and went to the one with Sovoya. Her non-sleeping ass had sent twenty messages between midnight and six this morning. One thing I learned very quickly about my agent was that business never stopped. I scanned most of them, which were about meetings and team shit that needed to be handled. The last one had me swiping out of the thread and heading to my email when she mentioned Raaj had reviewed the contract to officially put an offer in on the house I wanted and it was ready to be signed after I looked over it.
I went straight to my email and found one from yesterday at one p.m. from [email protected]. There was a chain that followed between her and Raaj Armond, my attorney, which I scanned, realizing he requested a few amendments. Nothing major but there was one stating no delivery of earnest money because of the request to close in ten days or less. The last communication between them was a revised and final contract from Xiah at three thirty-six p.m. waiting for my signature.
Instead of viewing the contract, I moved to her contact information and sent a text.
Me: You free for lunch?
I stared at my phone waiting but nothing came up. So I finished my cereal, rinsed the bowl in the sink, and headed to the detached garage behind the house so I could make my way back to Crescent Falls.
By the time I hit the highway, I still hadn’t received a text, but it was still early as hell. I pushed that shit to the back of my mind and decided if I hadn’t heard from her by the time I made it to the hotel, I would call. Wasn’t no way shorty was that eager to get the contract sent over but dropping the ball with returninga text to make sure I didn’t have questions or hadn’t changed my mind. Neither was the case but she didn’t have to know that I just wanted to see her pretty ass again.
Chapter 4
Xiah
My phone blasting“My Heaux Stay On Go” had me lifting a pillow and dragging it over my face because my head was pounding. Then I had a brief moment of acknowledgment that my room seemed uncharacteristically bright behind my lids.
I snatched the pillow from my face and my eyes shot open, only to cause a spike of pain to pierce my skull and I immediately went into panic mode. The pillow I lifted to cover my face was a charcoal throw pillow and not my silk covered memory foam because I was still on my sofa. My apartment was also full of sunlight which meant…
Shit. Shit. Shit.
