We had a late flight to Florida, so by the time we arrived, she was gearing up to call it a night.
“What’s up, beautiful?”
“Missing you. I don’t like going to bed alone. Might sleep in Blue’s bed with him tonight.”
“I miss you too, Lovey. I’ll be back soon. In and out.”
“Working for ya boy is stressful as fuck. He really thinks I can make anything happen. He wants to open in two months, Ahkeem.Two!Can you believe that?”
She and Kross made a good team. The minute she presented the spot in Manhattan to him, he understood her vision immediately. He put in an offer on the building. He said something about his gut telling him that it was the spot for Bar Remedy. He wanted to take her on as a partner, but she knew that eventually she would find the spark to resurrect Club Reign in New York again, so she declined. She did, however, accept the role as manager of operations. He lived down south, so he needed someone who could run his spot as if he were still there.
She was excited to oversee the construction, interior decorating, and eventually, the full-time operation of Bar Remedy. She did let Kross know that eventually there would be a time when she would part ways to focus on Reign, and he was cool with it as long as she found him someone who was just as good as her to take her place. The game plan was to mold someone in her likeness so she wouldn’t be scrambling when the time did come.
Aside from listening to my wife vent, I stayed the fuck out of their business. I knew Kross would never cross the line to disrespect her, so I let them do them.
“You can do anything,” I gassed her up. “You’ve been faced with bigger obstacles than a two-month deadline.”
“You sold that nigga a dream and told him I can make it happen… didn’t you?”
To conceal my guilt, I laughed while shaking my head. “I don’t know what you talking about, Mrs. Hendrix.” I may have gassed my baby up too much to Kross, and now he was handing her a challenge. To me, everything I said was straight facts. My wife was the best club owner in the city, and she understood the business better than anybody. I knew she would be able to deliver.
She sensed my bullshit and smacked her lips. “Ahkeem!”
“What?! I ain’t lie. You gone handle that shit, and Bar Remedy gonna be open in no time.”
“Sometimes you have too much faith in me.”
“Never. You live up to everything I say and more.”
Even though she wanted to act salty, her lips curled into a smile she couldn’t contain. “Thank you.”
“You welcome. Now drop the robe.” She had her silk robe wrapped loosely around her. Based off the fact that she didn’t have a night gown underneath, I knew she had just wrapped up her night routine, which meant Blue was sound asleep.
She snorted in the midst of her laughter at how quickly I managed to shift the conversation. “Ahkeem, you just left not even six hours ago.”
“Still too long,” I scoffed. “Go to that drawer in the closet.”
She narrowed her eyes at me since she knew the exact drawer I was referring to. “Ahkeem, no.”
“Why you playing like you not freaked out?”
Our sex life was nothing short of amazing. We kept shit fresh and would fuck anywhere if the opportunity was presented to us. She had a drawer of toys she would pull out on occasion. Whenever I was on business in Italy or Columbia, she would FaceTime me with her pussy right in the camera. I never felt the need to fall into anyone else when my lady kept me on my toes.
She smirked while eyeing me. As soon as she picked up the phone and began walking to her side of the closet, I knew shewas down. I laid back on the bed with my hand tucked behind my head like my favorite show was about to come on. I mean, that was exactly what was about to happen. I loved watching my wife.
She had her phone positioned to offer me a perfect view of her on our king-sized bed. She dropped her robe, and her naked body was on full display. Gracefully, her legs went up in the air, and my eyes marveled at her waxed pussy.
“Lovey?”
“Hm?”
“Take your time and enjoy yourself. I like that shit.”
She giggled softly while nodding her head. “Alright, baby.”
We had mirrors installed on the ceiling of our bedroom just so she could look at herself whenever I was making love to her, or whenever she was pleasuring herself. Her hands roamed her body as she kept her eyes up at the ceiling. Right when she was about to drift her hands below her waist, there was a knock on our bedroom door.
“Yes, Blue?!” She quickly sprang up, tossing the rose toy into the nightstand beside her.
