Page 26 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Please?” he begged.
“All I did was tell yo’ ass to get a fucking room. Don’t ever fucking pretend like I’m nobody. Return to sender,” I said as I tossed his ass over the balcony. The woman rushed toward it, just to see his body crashing to the ground.
“Oh my God!” Her head whipped in my direction. “You’re fucking insane!”
Ignoring her, I sauntered out of their apartment and headed for the elevator. “Good afternoon,” this elderly woman spoke as she stepped off.
“Afternoon,” I replied and caught the door above her head as it tried to close behind her.
Getting back on the elevator, I took it up to Luxe’s penthouse. The doors opened and I was met with the scent of floral. My feet graced her marble as I strutted toward her bedroom where she most likely was since I didn’t see her.
“Luxe?” I called out her name, letting her know that she wasn’t alone anymore. “Luxe?” I said her name again when I didn’t get a response the first time.
Entering her bedroom, I found her sitting in the center of her bed. “Yo, you don’t hear me talking to you?” I touched her shoulder and she jumped.
“Kairo.” Her right hand reached to her ear, and she adjusted her hearing aid. Ma told her ass several times about turning that shit off. Luxe went deaf when she was ten years old. I’m not sure what happened to her. Her hearing had started to fade more and more every year starting at five years old. Our parents took her to the doctor to see what was going on with her. They’d be talking to her, and she wouldn’t be too far away from them and still wouldn’t hear what they said. That’s when they found outthat she was slowly going deaf. They did everything they could to try to prevent it, but it was inevitable. Luxe lost her hearing, but she didn’t let that stop her from living her day-to-day life.
Whenever life got too much for her, she’d turn her hearing aids off and drown out the world. Shit, I’on blame her though. In the Saint-Mercier’s household, shit seems to get hectic sometimes. People always said that Luxe was the only sane one in the mufucka.
Climbing out of bed, she trekked over to her dresser and grabbed a hair tie. Brushing her chestnut, curly brown hair up with her hands, she placed it in a ponytail.
“What did you need to meet with me for?” she asked when she turned around.
“I need yo’ services. I’ll be paying top dollar for it too.”
“What do you need?” She stopped in front of me, standing at a good five four. For her to be the oldest, right behind Wicked, she was the smallest out of all of us.
“I want a ring.”
“A ring?” Her perfectly arched brow rose to her hairline.
“Yeah, I need you to find me something one of a kind. The best of the best. I’on give a damn what it costs. I need that shit. I trust yo’ judgement.”
“Kairo, what do you need a ring for?”
“I’m finna propose.”
Saliva sprayed from her lips when she erupted in laughter. “Wait…” Her hand stuck out between us. Tears filled the brims of her eyes from laughing so hard. “Don’t you need a girlfriend to propose to someone?” She wiped her tears with her fingertips.
“I do got one.”
“Since when?”
“Why don’t you mind yo’ business.” I frowned.
“I think it is my business. You’re dragging me into it, but I’ll look for yo’ring.” Stepping around me, she grabbed herMacBook off the nightstand and headed down the hallway. “When do I get to meet this girlfriend of yours?”
“At the launch party.”
Luxe stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. “Kairo, I’ve only been gone a month. How did you meet someone that fast to be wanting to marry her? It isn’t…”
Luxe hated the ground that Nylah walked on. She’d only met her once and that was enough for Luxe to let her distaste for her be known. I wasn’t even intending on her meeting her in the first place. We’d ran into her while we were out. That’s when Nylah and I had first started messing around. She thought it was a bright ass idea to approach me while I was out with Luxe to later end up with her feelings hurt. I stopped fucking with her ass for a couple months after that shit. Nylah learned her fucking place after that.
“You know damn well…”
“Good.” She pranced down the hallway to the living room and got comfortable on her white sectional with her right leg resting underneath her. She flipped her MacBook open and looked up at me. “I’ll find you some options and run ’em by you.”
“I told you, I trust yo’ judgement. Just find me the best and hit the card for it. You got the info,” I told her and sauntered to the elevator.
