James:On it.
I cleaned my hands in the kitchen, changed my shirt, and took the private elevator down.
What I didn’t expect was Goldie standing there, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Black jeans, hoodie, and that look in her eye like she already knew too much.
“…The fuck you doin’ here?”
She raised a brow. “Better question is, what are you doin’ here?”
My jaw flexed. “Business.”
“Funny. That’s what you said on the phone when I overheard you ask Marc did the bitch respond to meeting you here?” She cocked her head to the side.
I stepped toward her. “You following me now?”
“I live with you. You talk loud. And I got ears, nigga.”
I stared at her…she stared back.
“You better not have fucked that bitch,” she said, calm but deadly.
“I didn’t.”
She stepped up, nose to nose. “Swear on Benny.”
“I’ain even touch her. I handled what needed to be handled. That’s it.”
She looked at me for a long moment, then kissed me, then pulled back.
“If I ever catch you slipping? You better hope death finds you before I do.”
I grinned.
“Damn, I love you.”
“I know.”
9
Chapter Nine
Kilo
sometime later…
I wasn’t expecting Mel to pop up at D.E., but seeing her walk through the door with my son on full display made me snap back to reality for a minute. She looked good…damn good. Her hair was pulled up in a puff, big curls bouncing with each step. My receptionist barely got her name out before she was in my office.
“Hey,” she said softly, walking up to me.
“Damn, baby. I didn’t expect to see you. You look good.” I grinned, sliding my chair back.
She leaned in and kissed me, her hands settling on my shoulders. “Just came to check on you.”
I held her waist, lips still on hers. “You know I ain’t never complain about you showing up.”
Her eyes searched mine like she was trying to figure out where I was mentally. I knew she was getting tired of my shit, and for once, I was trying to be present, to let her feel me instead of just see me.
“You good?” she asked.
