Page 73 of Lost In London

As for him, he wore some tan dickie shorts, a white graphic t-shirt that had Janet Jackson from her Rolling Stone cover with Mr. Kalmin if you’re nasty written under it. Only Cassian. A pair of new Jordans on his feet and a fresh haircut. Equally, we complimented each other’s fly.

“This nigga.” He shook his head, backing in next to JD.

We were at Sunland Park and like every Saturday it was packed with a bunch of people. The City of Fort Lauderdale hosted different weekend events at the park and this weekend was Candy Paint and Wings. Two things to bring all of Broward and Dade County out in droves. I loved it all. Loved the culture and entertainment. Loved seeing Cassian in his element with his friends. Loved the food. We’ve never come and not had a good time.

“How much this cost you?” Cass walked around the freshly black glossed car with the sexiest red interior that I’ve ever seen. “Ain’t this a 1970 Hemi Cuda. A damn big block Chevelle SS.” He whistled, pulling out his phone to take a picture. “She had to cost you nothing less than eighty grand.”

Grinning proud and wide, JD poked out his chest rubbing his hands together. He too was another fine brotha I had the pleasure of seeing on a regular basis. His locs were damn near to the middle of his stomach. His hair grew so fast and he didn’t start growing them until his sophomore year in college. It was crazy that he and Pacino had the same length.

“Numbers are off my guy. She cost me a hundred bands.” He winked over at me, making me blush. “What’s up, Lolo? How are you doing, beautiful? You look good as hell.” Hugging me tight, I relaxed in his arms and let him hold me for a minute. JD gave the best hugs. They were so comforting and I appreciated his height so I could rest my head right on his chest.

“Hey, handsome. You smell so good. Mhm.” I became extra playful sniffing him with my nose along his neck. “All man and sweat. I love it.” Feeling him shiver and hearing his breathing quake, I stepped back with a smirk.

“Aight now, London.” He cleared his throat, biting his lip. “Keep on playing with me and we’re going to play show and tell so I can give you a good sniff of all this man.”

It didn’t matter that I never saw JD in the same light that he saw me. Yes, he was fine as hell but that’s where it stopped for me and he respected that. Granted there was a period of time when he tried to do any and everything to be in my presence but Cassian quickly put an end to that. JD was a true sweetheart but he just wasn’t my sweetheart and the last thing I ever wanted to do was drag him around the same way I’d done Olena.

“Amell knows you used all of your trust fund money for this?” Cass joked, popping the hood of the car.

“Fuck you, bitch.” If I’d never been around them for as long as I have I would’ve thought something violent was about to happen with the way they talked to each other. “I bought it with my money.”

“They ran out of fried conch so I got you the shrimp and lobster basket with fries.” Cassian and I turned to the unfamiliar feminine voice. Squinting behind my shades I watched a beauty hand him a container of food.

Jeremy Davis Jr. was a catch. A good damn catch so it wasn’t out of the norm to see him with a woman. Wasn’t out of the norm to see women go above and beyond to grab his attention. Cassian told me a few months ago that most of the recent increased interest in JD had come from a rumor that he’d be heir to the Kalmin empire. Meaning he’d be next in line to run the operations since Amell, Cassian, and Atlas planned on retiring soon… very soon. I knew how much he loved being a traveling consultant for the education system. From our talks, he never mentioned having an outside interest in the family business. If anything it’s almost like he despised it because of the factors that played into his father’s downfall.

“Thanks, Babe.” Babe? Leaning in to accept his kiss, the beauty sat down in one of the outdoor canopy chairs I hadn’t noticed were seated by his car.

“Who is she?” Cassian's tone went from his usual playful banter to serious.

“Kota Iverson.” She and I spoke at the same time. While the men looked at us confused she and I smiled at the other.

Placing her container of food in the seat next to her, Kota walked my way swaying her thick hips. “London Carter. It’s been a while, love.” She and I stood there for a beat before cracking up in a series of laughter.

“Damn, kid. Your new woman and your crush know each other. That sucks for you.” Cass went back to lusting after the car shaking his head.

“How… how do y’all know each other?” Poor JD. He was so confused.

Clearing the air before his mind created a false story, I revealed our connection. “When I moved down here I took a few of Kota’s classes. I’ve been a fan for years. Girl, you look good.”

Sensual Stretch with Kota was her brand and she was that girl when it came to pole fitness. Not just teaching you how to make the stripper pole your bitch, her words, but she was also a true guru for stretching, aerial, yoga, basically anything sensual and sexy. I’ve been following her for years. Her flexibility was envious. She has the sexiest and attractive confidence I’ve seen in a woman.

Knowing that I was close to her shop after I moved down here, I decided to take one of her pole classes one day. This was way before that nightmare with Elgin existed. For an entire month, I was a faithful member of her classes. I learned how fluid my body could be. Learned how to release control on the pole and just be free. I was doing good. I never felt so damn attuned and sexy in my life.

Then I was on house arrest at the compound.

Then Elgin happened.

I stopped going.

Lost all my confidence and sex appeal. Lost the thrill of wanting to do something sensual for myself. But seeing Kota here, admiring the gold body jewelry decorated on her chocolate skin that added to the sensualness of her aura. Her dark blue jean shorts that cupped her booty just perfect. A yellow thin spaghetti strapped bodysuit that dipped extremely low in the front, showing off the gold jewelry that weaved around her chest. And like me, she had on high wedges with red toe polish.

Is there such a thing as a thick stallion?

I mean a really thick stallion.

Fat ass, thick thighs, slim waist, double-d breasts. Wasn’t that the basic recipe for a thick chic nowadays? Let me stop discrediting God’s extra craftiness with Kota. Her high cheekbones and dimples alone were heavenly. Though shades blocked her eyes, she had the prettiest brown eyes. Eyes that seemed to always be in a state of seduction, in my opinion. But what I loved truly was her auburn sisterlocks.

Just a beautiful, fine ebony goddess.

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