He shook his head. “It’s an Airbnb. I’ll get in touch with the owner before we leave and see about buying it for you.”
Iskyiah frowned. “I don’t think that’s how it works?—”
“Money talks, baby.” He took a step closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. “If you like the place, it’s yours. You have a few days to decide. We ain’t leavin’ until Tuesday.”
Her mind spun, but it finally settled on the last thing he said. “Tuesday? I’m only supposed to be here overnight.”
“Change of plans.”
“I can’t just change plans like that, Moolah. I have a daughter.”
He seemed to consider this. “Who she wit’ right now?”
“Hassan.”
That reminded her. She needed to text everyone and let her know she landed. Her mind had been so wrapped up in Moolah she had completely forgotten.
Moolah grinned. “How that nigga doin’?”
An involuntary smile graced Iskyiah’s face. “He’s good. Still a pain in my ass but the best brother and uncle.”
Moolah nodded. “That sounds about right. Call him and ask him if he can keep her a few days. If he can’t, then we’ll send for baby girl?—”
“Whoa. This is a lot,” Iskyiah said, placing her hands on his solid chest and pushing, but he didn’t go anywhere. In fact, he held her tighter.
“You found me again, Sky. I ain’t lettin’ up. I always told myself that if I got the chance to talk to you, I wouldn’t let you go again. I wasn’t gonna force the shit, but if it happened . . . And look at Big Homie pullin’ through for us.”
“Moolah—”
“Call your brother, Sky, and quit playin’ wit’ fate.”
She stared up at him, trying to figure out what the hell she was about to do. But who was she kidding? There was only a small, rational part of her that told her to slow things down and take control. The larger part of her was turned on by Moolah’s presence. He took charge and told her what to do and made her feel safe. Wasn’t that everything she wanted?
All along, the man she had dreamed of was Moolah Brooks. Of course it was.
She expelled a breath. “Fine, I’ll call him.”
“Good girl.”
Those words sent a chill down her spine. Her pussy ached, and her cheeks warmed. She tucked her lips into her mouth for a second before she said, “I don’t have enough clothes.”
“Just tell me your sizes, and I got you. And anything else you need. You don’t gotta want for nothin’, baby.”
She didn’t understand that concept. She did alright for herself and Brooke, but there was always something she wanted.
“Are you sure?” she asked with concern etched on her face. The last thing she wanted was to be a burden to him. She had already ignored him for twenty years.
In response, Moolah placed his large hand around her neck and dipped his head. Their kiss was more mind-blowing than that night all those years ago. This kiss was grown-up and sexy. This kiss caused her soul to stir, her toes to tingle, and the hairs on her body to stand on end.
When he pulled away, he looked at her with his brown eyes framed by dark lashes and said, “I ain’t been sure about a lot of things in my life, Sky, but when it comes to you, I’m always sure. Make that call and text me that list. I gotta make a call, but I’ll check on you in a few.”
He pecked her on her lips once more before he walked toward the stairs. She watched as he made his way up them, wondering if the butterflies in her stomach would ever settle down.
Finding the master bedroom was easy, since it was the only room on the second floor. The space was expansive, and the photos on Airbnb didn’t do it justice.
His dark eyes finished sweeping the vaulted walls and cream-colored marble floors as he took a seat on the light blue silk covered bench that sat in front of the king-size bed. His mind ran rampant with thoughts of Iskyiah sprawled out on that bed, completely naked.
He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts. Over the past two decades, there hadn’t been a day Iskyiah didn’t cross his mind, but shorty had made up her mind when it came to him, it seemed. She didn’t want anything to do with him, and if anyone could get whatever they wanted out of him, it was her. Still, it didn’t stop him from creeping on her social media pages and making sure she was good.
