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I removed my phone from my pocket, moved to the email with the finalized version, and navigated through the electronic signatures. Once I hit submit, she glanced at the device she was clutching in her hand.
“You’re not going to leave a bad review about me, are you?”
“Nah, I’m not gonna call you out about your poor customer service skills.”
“I would argue, but I need more clients at your price point, so I’ll let you have that.”
I chuckled and nodded. “Aight, I know you got shit to do so I’m about to head out.”
“Okay,” she said but still didn’t head to her car.
“You sure you not trying to ride. Your ass is still standing there.” I rounded my car to get to the driver’s side, giving her an out, and she finally pulled her door to get in. I let her leave first and backed out of my spot after her, knowing I had started some shit I wasn’t sure I could finish but was damn sure gonna try…
I was feeling Xiah’s pretty ass and that was a problem. A huge fucking problem.
Chapter 6
Xiah
“Okay friend,I thought you said you weren’t single.” Koa hyped me after I did a little spin to show off the dress I selected for the evening. It was a fitted, sleeveless, bondage dress that outlined all my assets.
“I am.”
“Well then you might want to change because the dress is very much giving ‘I’m considering my options’. Hips, thighs, and ass on display like come and get it.” She smiled approvingly as I crossed the room in the six inch heels I paired with my dress. They were black leather with thin straps connected to the diamond loop that went around my big toe. The leather moved up the top of my foot and around my ankles. I had no remorse about looking and feeling sexy. I needed this.
Even if I had no intention of entertaining the attention I received tonight, that didn’t mean my ego wasn’t craving the boost. I knew who I was, what I brought to the table, but getting played by a man I gave my heart to and having it crushed by the reality that I wasn’t enough for him was hard to accept at times.
“I’m ready.”
“Yes friend, you are. Now let’s go find us some rich and capable men who are deserving of our brains and beauty.”
On the way to the car, Koa got a call from a client who was having a meltdown about her husband hiding money so she wouldn’t have access during the divorce. I thought about Kaden behaving the same way and how I would handle the deception. I would make sure he paid me for wasting years of my life that I would never get back. I could have easily said fuck it and walked away with nothing, but nope, not happening. The man made millions as an MLB player and he owed me. He crushed my heart, I’d crush his pockets.
While we moved through traffic with Koa trying to convince her client she had everything covered, I occupied my time by checking emails. We elected to take an iDrive to The Metropolitan. Seduction in the City was one of their many rooftop functions. I had attended a few, like Taste of the City, Movie Under the Stars, and igloo dining.
Each one was always well worth the time and money. Our location for the evening had me thinking about Kove, so on the drive over I casually swiped through my timeline on Skroll, pretending like I wasn’t going to eventually navigate to his page. I had it saved but hadn’t followed him yet because that would be too obvious.
When I gave up on caring about viewing luxury properties and baking reels, since that was the majority of what was on my timeline, I moved to his page. There hadn’t been any new posts but the current ones were enough to keep me occupied. The past two years were strictly basketball. Kove training in the gym over in Dubai, a few of him on the court during games, along with professional clips or media. I moved past those to the earlier ones which felt more intimate and more like the man I had been introduced to, less polished. Images of him shirtless, sitting on bleachers at a park, palming a basketball in one hand while he held a blunt in the other. Some with him posted up against the same Acura he was driving today with another man beside him.They had similar features so I assumed he was either a brother or cousin.
There were also a few of Kove sitting on the yard at CFU in sweats with a backpack on with his face turned to the side, avoiding a direct view from the camera but I could still see that damn sexy smirk, even from his profile. God this man was unfairly handsome.
“Yes, fuck him, friend. I approve.” Koa’s voice startled me and I was about to swipe out of my Skroll app but she took the phone from my hands and nodded as she moved through his page.
“Koa, be careful. Don’t like any of the pictures.”
She grinned but didn’t bother looking at me. “You know this is my shit. I’m a social media detective.” She continued moving through his pictures, expanding a few to get a better look before nodding.
“Yep, I approve. Fuck him good, Xi. You’ll definitely have a time with this one. His dick print is very impressive.”
“Please don’t look at that man’s dick.”
“Why not? It’s on display,” she said, enlarging one of him in a CFU basketball uniform. I leaned in to get a closer look because the print was indeed impressive. I had personally experienced it in real life the day I sold Kove his house.
“What’s his deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“You sold him a house; what’s he like?”
