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I’ve got your make-up, and Lola
got er’thang else.” He rolled his eyes.
     I looked at him and then at Princess, and my
resolve softened a bit. “Well, that’s all you had to
say.” 
     “Lord Jesus, give me strength. I don’t need to
catch a case today,” TyTy mumbled.
     I rolled my eyes. I was impressed with Grey’s
gesture, but he didn’t have to hire this gay ghetto bird. Man or
not, I would shoot a hot one right into his perfectly contoured
face with the quickness. I pushed back thoughts of slumping his
soft ass as I headed towards the door. 
     “I gotta run for a second and get my personal
items from home. I guess ya’ll can set up, and I’ll be
back.” 
     The girl I now knew as Lola stepped from
behind TyTy. 
     “Mr. Summers told me to handle anything that
you need. I have his black card, so I can run out and get you
anything that you may be missing.” She set down the load of things
in her hand and then handed me another shopping bag that was
hanging from her shoulder. “Mr. Summers already purchased
toiletries, a few fragrances, intimates, and an outfit for you to
wear home tomorrow.”
     See, this man was too much. I was a rich bitch
by birth, so the price tag on gifts weren’t what was I was elated
about. It was the fact that he’d gone out of his way to make sure
that I was taken care of. That blew me away. I’d dated around a
little bit, but no man had ever spoiled me like this, except for my
father. Here Grey was doing this for me after a two-week long work
relationship. If this nigga was trying to make me fall in love,
he’d got a bitch. For real, for real.
     

Grey
May 2014

     A nigga was swagging tonight. I was the boss so
it was only right that I looked like THAT nigga. Dressed in a pair
of black J Brand jeans, a black John Varvatos button down shirt, a
burgundy velvet blazer courtesy of Topman and a pair of black Prada
loafers, I looked like money. The gold Movado watch, five carat
diamonds in my ears and the black and white silk pocket square were
just something light for the haters. Although I was a street nigga,
my style game was impeccable. That was the one thing my brother and
I still had in common.  More than pleased with my look, I
headed out the door. Because I had been laying low for a while, I
decided tonight was the night to go all out. I hopped into the
rented Porsche 918 Spyder and made my way to the Beverly Hills
hotel to pick up Nakami. 
     I pulled up to the Beverly Hills Hotel and
Bungalows and stepped out to hand my keys to the valet. My intent
was to go inside and grab Nakami, but before I could give the car
to the valet attendant, she came strutting out the door.
      Fuck. Me. 
     This woman was the epitome of beauty. Dressed
in a white wrap dress with a real low v that made it impossible for
her to wear a bra and neon green Giuseppe sandals, my dick got
rock at the sight of her. Her toasted almond skin looked as if
she’d spent all day on somebody’s beach, and her super thick frame
filled out every inch of the dress I’d picked out. Her curly hair
was piled up on top of her head with curly strands falling down in
random places.
    Her smirk pulled me out of my haze.  “You
look incredible, Mrs. Summers .” 
    She laughed at me prematurely calling her my wife.
“Oh, so you tell fortunes as a side hustle?” 
    “Nah, I just know my future when I see it.” 
    Nakami blushed. “You’re too much. I really appreciate
everything you did for me today. I’m impressed that you were able
to nail my style. This is definitely something I would’ve picked
for myself.” 
    I walked around the car and opened the door for her
and allowed her to get in the car. Then I walked to the other side
and hopped into the driver’s seat. 
     “I’m a fashion nigga,” I told her. “I like to
dress, and I know what I want to see my woman in.” 
     “Oh, your woman, huh? Look at you claiming me,
and you don’t even know if I’m available.” 
     “If