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“Thank you, big brother. I feel like my life took a complete one-eighty when I came back home, and I think that’s going to be the same way things play out for you.”
Saint nodded as he released her. “Things will change, but my relationship status won’t be included. I just got out of a toxic ass marriage. I’m not getting into another one.”
“That just means you have to make sure the next woman you give your last name is for you.”
Remaining silent, Saint grabbed the bags while Cartier opened the door. Marriage wasn’t even the last thing on his mind—he wasn’t considering it at all. Was he willing to have endless amounts of sex with Harmony and spend time with her? Absolutely. But as far as Saint was concerned, that was all he was willing to give.
ChapterTwenty-One
Harmony
Harmony didn’t knowwhat she was expecting when Saint invited her to his home, but what she saw when she arrived was beyond her expectations. His home sat on acres of land with no other homes nearby. There was a large body of water behind it, a basketball court on the left, and a covered pool and mini golf course on the right. For seconds on end, she kept her car idle before actually turning into his circular driveway.
“If I lived in a house this big, I’d never leave,” she said to herself, not even needing to see the inside.
By the time Harmony made it to the front door, Saint was already there waiting for her. His head was covered in a black snapback, and he had on his usual getup—a T-shirt, baggy jeans, and Nikes. Harmony wasn’t sure she could ever spend six hundred dollars on a basic T-shirt, even if it was designer, but for a man like Saint, the price tag obviously didn’t matter. You wouldn’t even notice the small print of Balenciaga on his shirt unless you were up close, but that small writing came with a hefty price tag.
“Did you find it okay?” Saint asked, pulling her into his arms for a warm embrace.
“I did, and your home is beautiful, Saint.”
“Thank you. You wanna look around?”
“Yes, please!” Harmony agreed, bouncing on the tips of her toes as she held his hand.
Saint nodded as he chuckled, giving her a full tour of his home. The six-bedroom, six-bathroom masterpiece had four common areas that were all dark gray, light blue, and white. In the kitchen, his appliances were a custom white pearl that she’d never seen before. Every room, including the kitchen, had a fireplace along with light fixtures and accents that were dark gold.
Every space in his five-car garage was taken, and Harmony loved the screened in patio and built-in grill outside. His favorite room was the one he’d converted into a shoe room, where the walls were covered in sneakers. Her favorite room was a tie between the kitchen and his master bathroom with its deep tub directly in the center, across from the fireplace and mounted TV.
“Never let me take a bath in here. I won’t want to leave. I’m sure that’s what all women say when you bring them here though, huh?”
“You probably won’t believe this, but you’re the first woman I’ve ever allowed into my home. My ex-wife wasn’t even allowed to come here.”
His confession left her momentarily speechless. “Why?”
Saint shrugged, casually leading her out and toward the kitchen. “My homes are my sacred spaces. I don’t let just any energy come inside.”
Though Harmony didn’t want to make a big deal out of what he’d said, she couldn’t help it. This between them was supposed to be just about sex, yet he gave her a higher honor than he’d given his wife. Convinced his wife had lower value than she should have, that was the only thing keeping Harmony from overthinking what was happening between them.
“I don’t cook,” Saint said as they stepped into the kitchen. “But I do employ a personal chef who is on call. Whenever you get hungry, my house staff stays about a mile up the road. Just let me know and I’ll have him come down and whip something up. In the meantime…” Saint opened a cabinet and pulled a container of popcorn out, getting an eruption of giggles out of her. “I got you some wine and popcorn.”
“Aww,” Harmony cooed, making her way over to him. As she wrapped her arms around him, Harmony lifted onto the tips of her toes. She rubbed her nose around his as she said, “That was really thoughtful. Thank you, Saint.” Harmony placed a quick kiss to his lips.
“I got you something else too,” he announced, setting the popcorn on the counter. As they left the kitchen, he said, “I don’t know you well enough to have a sense of your style just yet, but every time I’ve seen you, you’ve had on black, so I figured that was one of your favorite colors to wear.”
Harmony nodded in agreement as they headed into the sitting room. She hadn’t even paid attention to the gift bags that were on the dark gray sofa until he picked it up. With a gasp, Harmony smiled widely.
“I got this for you while I was out with my sister,” he added, and Harmony couldn’t ignore the irritated expression that briefly took over his features.
She laughed as she accepted the bag. “That expression tells me you didn’t enjoy that experience.”
Saint laughed with a shake of his head. “I always enjoy spending time with Cartier, I’m just never, ever, going shopping with her again. She had me at the mall all damn day. My patience ain’t set up for that.”
Harmony chuckled but when she opened the gift bag and box saw the black Birkin bag inside, she gasped and had to keep herself from dropping both.
“I-I didn’t know we had any Hermes stores nearby.”
“We don’t. The closest one is in Atlanta. Cartier wanted a red one, so I had my personal shopper fly out and get it. Got that for you, too.”
