I pinched her ass, and she yelped, while I pulled her behind me. “Bring yo ass on.”
“Wait, I need my nighttime emotional support cup.” She rushed back in and went into a cabinet that had about thirty-five fucking cups. They were all stacked neatly, and color coordinated.
Out of all the cups she could have grabbed, she snatched a thermos cup with faded yellow ducks on it. The cup looked like it had to be at least twenty years old. I watched as she shoved it into her bag and then shut the lights off.
Zoya’s ass would never say it, but she seemed pretty damn excited to be going with me. I held her duffle bag, as she walked beside me. Taking her hand into mine, she looked up at me.
“Ready to spend the weekend with me?”
“What do you have under your sleeve, Gerald? Menace’s weird ass tracks all of us… just letting you know.”
“I bet he does.”
Soon as valet saw me, he dipped off to bring my truck around. When he pulled it around, Zoya let out a low whistle.
“This shit is beautiful,” she muttered.
The black-on-black Cadillac Escalade with the chrome and black Forgiato rims stood there, being the showstopper that it was. Everything from the paint, rims, and the tints were black as shit. I held the door open for my Queen, and she climbed in while admiring everything about the interior.
Tipping valet, I put her bag into the back seat next to mine. I handled all my business earlier today because I knew her stubborn ass was going away with me. There was no question that she would be with me over the weekend. I was prepared toargue with her ass, as long as she was in the front seat of this truck.
“I’ve never had an Escalade on my list of cars, but I may need to reconsider.” She continued to touch the wood grain.
I held onto the back of her seat as I backed up, and maneuvered around the car in front of us, before pulling away from the building. Traffic in the city always blew me, and I was counting the seconds until I was over the bridge and out of Manhattan.
Brooklyn would always be home for me.
“You gotta make me a promise before we get to our destination.”
“I cannot make promises without knowing our destination.” I remained quiet and looked over at her briefly. “Fine. What is the stupid promise?”
“No work this weekend, Boobie. I respect that you have a career and you’re a busy woman. Love that shit about you, but you’ve made not taking a break and resetting a habit. Never giving yourself some rest without that phone glued to you.”
I admired the Casellis because they worked hard when they never had to. Their family was so rich that they never had to work a day in their life. Money would just accumulate, and they would forever be set.
Menace made sure of that shit.
“That’s a hard ask.”
I looked over at her again. “Not for someone that wants to give you the world.”
Zoya blushed, as she looked away. She tried to focus her attention out the window, as if I didn’t have her feeling all light and airy.
“Can I use the ride to check in on clients and put my email vacation responder on?” She looked back at me.
“Do whatever you need to. I need to handle something before we get on the road… ight?”
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“You’ve already kidnapped me… do I even have a say?”
“Nah.”
She pulled out her laptop from her Dior tote and got comfortable in the front seat. I watched as she pulled out a pair of black prescription glasses as I maneuvered the city blocks, headed toward the Brooklyn bridge.
I pressed a button and the sunroof pulled back, and she looked over at me briefly with a smile on her face. It was like her mental was working against what she wanted. Happiness wasn’t something familiar to her, and she was trying to figure out how she felt.
To be smiling for no reason was new for her.
