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Before Jay could respond, I heard tiny pings against my window. I looked outside to see King relaxing on his black Charger, his legs crossed at the ankle while he tossed pebbles at my window like an asshole.
“You can’t just text like a normal fucking person?” I shouted down with a frown.
“Nope. Get your cute ass down here. Let’s roll,” he said.
“Why didn’t you climb through my window like you always do?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
“Because I look too fucking good to be climbing up the side of your house right now.” Even from my window, I saw the arrogant smile that made me incredibly wet now instead of pissing me off.
“Bring your conceited ass to the front door. I’m not walking around to you while you wait on the hood of your car. I don’t know what the fuck you thought this was. You see me? I require proper manners.” I gestured to my bomb outfit and flawless face.
“Why can’t you just listen, Ju? You always gotta fight me around every goddamn corner. You know who runs shit.”
“Idoknow who runs shit. It’s me. Now come to the front door because I swear to god, I’ll make us late, Jamal.”
“Jamal?” Jay laughed from behind me.
“Inside joke,” I told her with a wink.
“Man…this is some bullshit,” King fussed but he had a smirk on his face.
“Why do you like pissing me off so much? Then you wanna talk about me not listening,” I pointed out.
“I like to piss you off so much because that shit turns you on and makes your pussy…”
“Hey, King!” Jay poked her head out of the window and waved. He swallowed his last few words and waved sheepishly.
“What’s up, Doctor Jay? Ricardo is back at the spot…alone.” He flashed her a devastating grin and she shook her head, fighting off a smile. King had that effect on women. So did Pretty Boy.
“I’m done talking to you out of the window,” I said sticking my tongue out and shutting the window. Not even ten seconds later, King was knocking on the door. He knew how to behave, he just loved pushing my buttons. At that point, I loved having them pushed.
When I opened the door, he put his fist up to his mouth before biting his bottom lip and letting his eyes appreciate every curve on my body.
“Damn, baby. We might need to make a stop or two before we get there.” He wet his full, thick lips, and my clit pulsed. “You look fucking stunning.” There was nothing like someone as arrogant and powerful as King telling you how stunning you looked. It was another level of appreciation. He had it mastered. “Spin around for me. Let me see that lil ass.” He held my hand as I spun in a circle for him because of course, I deserved to be admired.
But so did King.
He looked so damn fine in an oxblood suit that molded to his chiseled frame. His long legs looked good in the tailored pants. They looked like they were stitched around his body. His gold king of clubs chain rested against his hard chest while the understated diamond in his ear shined. His hair cut was fresh too. I mean that shape-up was sharp enough to cut marble.
Maybe wewouldhave to make a couple of stops before we hit the ball.
…
When we arrived, the entire room full of beautifully dressed fake-ass politicians and high-ranking officers all stopped to look at us. We didn’t fit in but the way we stood out was so damn sexy. We were draped in tattoos and high fashion and we carried the energy of two people who didn’t follow the rules. It must have rubbed them all the wrong way.
Murmurs broke out amongst the crowd because I was certain most of them knew who King was. He leaned down to my ear and said, “Look at all the fucking power your man has, baby. Every motherfucker in this room wants to haul my ass into jail but they can’t and they won’t. They hate that I break every goddamn rule and still have more than them.” He flashed me a smile that made me squirm in my YSLs.
“Arrogant,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes but I couldn’t stop smiling as we walked through the crowd.
We found a couple of seats at the open bar and King slid the high stool back for me to sit down. So he was an arrogant, chivalrous asshole at least.
The entire venue was beautiful. Fairy lights were strung from the ceiling while tall white columns were posted throughout the room lending a Grecian feel. A golden illuminated bar ran across the backside of the room and was stocked well with the good shit. A small jazz band played on the medium-sized stage in the far corner sending horns through the air.
The energy was smooth and mellow but my stomach still clenched wondering when Marsh would find us. King slid me a drink and slipped his hand under the hip-high split in my gold dress.
We were the perfect pair. King in oxblood red and me in gold. Legion of Kings colors in full effect.
King shit.
