Karmine dropped his head shamefully.
“Something you won’t ever be participating in,” I declared.
“Ain’t shit like home soil though. What else is new around here?” Karmine asked.
“Same ol’,” I replied, keeping a watchful eye on Harbor. “Y’all plan on staying here?”
“Where the fuck else would we stay, Free? This is our home too,” Kara objected, bringing a forkful of vegetables to her lips. “Damn. That attitude sure the fuck hasn’t changed.” She rolled her eyes.
“I need to take care of some calls,” I said, taking a few more bites of my food before I stood. “Celine, can you make sure their rooms are together for them?”
“Yeah, no problem,” She agreed with a nod.
“Thank you. Harbor, my office… now. We have a few things to discuss.” I marched toward the door, and she tossed her napkin on the table before she brought herself to her feet.
Without a word to anyone, I could feel her following my lead through the house. I shoved the door open to my home office, and she timidly stepped in behind me.
“Close the door,” I told her, going behind my desk.
She did as she was told, and I sat in my chair. Harbor remained near the door, gaping back at me, twiddling her fingers together. She was nervous. I knew because she was always rigid as fuck around me, no matter how cool she tried to play it. Leaning back in my seat, I ran my fingers through the hair on my chin and returned her heated stare.
“Have a seat.” I motioned to the chair in front of my desk and looked on as she walked right over and brought her ass to the seat.
She was killing the game in those fucking yoga pants, and it was a little distracting since a nigga had been deprived of pussy the last couple of days. One leg crossed over the other, and she gave me that resting bitch face. Shit was sexy as fuck though.
“What is it we need to talk about? Kind of been a long day,” she huffed.
“As you can see, we have some unexpected visitors. My siblings are very direct and have no problem speaking their mind. I just want to make sure that we practice discretion.”
“Sooo you don’t want me to tell them that you kidnapped me and have been holding me here for over a year? Got it?” She was being fucking sarcastic.
“We made progress today. Right or wrong?” I questioned.
“Yeah, we made progress. Let’s be clear, I don’t want to go back to my life at this point. So whatever you’re worried about me doing, don’t. I’m not a fucking snitch, and I’m not stupid. I stand to gain a lot if all this works out how we want. With that kind of money, I can buy me a new fucking life.” She seemed upset like I struck some button that sent her mouth into overdrive. “So no, I’m not going to mess up yours or do anything stupid… like try to run. I know there are cameras and security all over this place like the fucking Buckingham Palace.”
When she was fired up, her eyes lit up even more, making her alluring as fuck. It was like two flames were shooting back at me. Her mouth curved into a little grimace. The more I was around this girl, the more she held my curiosity. She was a puzzle, but she was a woman. She was proving that she couldn’t be handled like one that I had dealt with prior to our interaction.
“That’s good to hear. Since you technically live here, I’m opening the rest of the house up to you. No more being locked up in your room. You can come and go and move around this place as you see fit.”
She studied me like a prank was being pulled on her. Looking around, when Harbor realized that we were alone, she stared back, bewildered.
“I’m sorry… Did you just say?—”
“You move once like you on some fuck shit, and you won’t ever leave this house breathing again,” I threatened. “There are armed guards all over this property.”
The shit didn’t even feel right, but it filled her with enough fear for her to watch me with wide eyes. I had to make sure she knew the fucking risk if she tried to go against me.
“So I am still under your thumb?”
“You can call it whatever the fuck you want. I’m allowing you to move around. Don’t let that get away from you,” I reminded her.
“Is that all?” she quipped, arms folding over her breasts.
Her jacket was left open, so I could clearly see her nipples poking through the material of her body suit. I’d been enjoying the view before she decided to block like a hater.
“Tomorrow night… be ready by seven.” I sat forward and reached for a folder. “Good night. Unless you need some help finding your room.”
She shot lasers at me, squinting before she stood gradually. “I can manage just fine. Good night.” She sauntered to the door, and no cap, the way her hips moved and her ass did that slight jiggle when she walked held my attention until she was long gone.
