Thankfully, Targen left me to shower by myself. I used the provided products again before wrapping a bath sheet around me and heading for that big ass closet. The clothes were beautiful, and it only took me a minute to find a cute little sundress made of light denim, with thick straps a ruched bodice, and an A-line skirt. I slid on a pair of designer sandals and picked through the jewelry on a chest that stood in the middle of the closet floor. I don’t know what Targen had planned for the rest of the day, but he was taking me back to my house… at least to get some things.
By the time I exited the closet, he was coming back into the room. He had showered elsewhere in this huge house once again. He looked fashionable in his blue, knitted camp shirt, white chinos, and what looked like custom-made espadrilles. Gold glimmered at his wrists and throat, and as he walked closer, I realized he smelled good as fuck like always. My pussy started puddling like he hadn’t just thoroughly beat her up. I ignored the insistent throb, squeezing my thighs together and glaring at him.
“Why you so dressed up?” I asked suspiciously.
“Was gon’ see if you wanna go to lunch. Why you so dressed up?”
“Because you gon’ take me to my house, and you owe me a new set.”
I held up my hand where two of my poor little deep coffin nails, including the one on my left ring finger, were ruined after the way I gripped the sheets… and him. I couldn’t wear a ring like the one he gave me with jacked up nails. Not that I was going to wear it… for long. A satisfied grin curved his perfect lips.
“When our house is ready, you won’t have to hold on so hard. You can let those screams out,” he teased.
He got an eye roll in response. Laughing, he stepped closer to me and dropped a soft kiss on my lips.
“I’m glad you like the clothes. I described you to my mom, and she went to work. They were delivered to our house at first, but Maxim had everything moved after they discovered the problems,” he said.
I looked up at him.
“You bought all this stuff for me?” I whispered.
Don’t get me wrong—I wasn’t easily impressed by money. I came from an upper-middle-class background. But the clothes alone… not to mention that beautiful jewelry; he had definitely dropped a bag.
He kissed me again, cupping my cheek. “For you, I’d buy the world, if I could.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and our noses touched. I wrinkled mine.
“Not that rich, yet, huh?” I murmured.
“Hell, nah.”
I couldn’t help laughing with him, letting myself enjoy the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Mikhail was waiting for us downstairs. He bowed his head deferentially to Targen, then turned to me.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Sidorov,” he greeted. “How are you?”
“I’m not… You know what? Never mind. I’m fine. How are you, Mikhail?” I asked on an exasperated sigh.
“I am well, ma’am.”
The three of us trekked out the door just as a darkly-tinted Yukon Denali pulled up. The driver’s door opened, and I expected to see the man from last night. Instead, a loud, familiar voice rang out.
“Aww, shit. My OG done called me down here to show these big ass white boys how to do it! Wassup, Theory of Evolution? You looking pretty as ever!” Juvie crowed as he rounded the truck and approached us.
A big smile split my face as I opened my arms to him. He hugged me quickly, probably because Targen emitted some kind of disapproving growl.
“Julien,” he said, the warning in his tone clear as he used Juvie’s given name.
“Chill, witcho big ass. Don’t start acting the way Real does about Thickums. I might look like Trey Songz, but I ain’t Mr. Steal Yo’ Girl,” Juvie announced.
He was so exuberant, so full of life and silliness that you couldn’t help liking his crazy self, although Targen had told me he had another side. I guess he had to, to work with Real and Targen.
“I’m good, Juvie. How are you, honey?” I inquired.
He inhaled deeply and patted his chest.
“I am Tony the Tiger great, lady. Just enjoying the day that the good Lord has made.”
I side-eyed him.“You been visiting my granny, huh?”
