Page 44 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

She followed behind me with her Hermes Box Kelly Sellier propped on the crook of her arm, button down shirt, and linen shorts with a matching belt to her purse. Her curls were perfectly coiled, and she continued to follow and study me as I picked up different boxes of Legos.

Kora was the Hilary Banks from the sitcom Fresh Prince Of Bel-air with brains, and she didn’t have a father as a judge, she was the judge. While Zoya loved to hang in the hood and messwith niggas that didn’t deserve her spit on their face, Kora was different.

She dated men, usually White, and they nine times out of ten had a trust fund and their father had a hair piece. I knew she played it safe after her last situation, and one would never know if she truly liked these men or just used them to pass time.

The shit didn’t keep me up at night, so I didn’t care what she did. While Kora cared about her brother’s sleep, Zoya could give a fuck if I never slept a day in my entire life. She loved to cause me stress and push my buttons.

While both my sisters were big fucking deals and handled business, they handled it different. Zoya was a fucking big dawg, shark, and whatever animal that described someone who got the shit done.

Kora was quiet with hers, however, get her to that point and she was handing out football numbers and letting you know she wasn’t to be fucked with in and out the courtroom. Despite their differences, they were thick as thieves and leave it to Kora to always try and defend Big Zoya’s fucking honor.

“I paid for that expensive ass school, so I know you know what marriage is.” I pointed to one of the boxes and let one of the workers know I wanted it.

He quickly came over and smiled. “Is that all you want, Sir?”

See, I could respect a man like Josh. He came right over ready to assist and not ask if I could afford the nearly three hundred dollar set. If anything, the man was ready for me to spend more money with him, and because he didn’t start out pissing me off, I was going to do just that.

“I want to grab a few more things.”

“No problem. I will take this upfront and if you need help, let me know and I’m your guy.” He nodded and took the set from me and went to the front.

“Maverick, what in the world is going on?”

“Marriage, Kora… I’m marrying this woman because if I don’t then we won’t be the third founding fucking family anymore.”

“There isn’t any other way around this?”

“No.”

“If this was legal documents, I can probably find a loophole,” she muttered. “Are you forcing her to marry you?”

“We have an agreement. I keep her father and shitty best friend alive, and she marries me,” I explained as I picked up a set that was shaped like an old school radio. “Think she would like this?”

“Maverick, you getting married scares me.”

I paused. “Why?”

“Well, you have never had a relationship… not since.”

“Don’t go there.”

“I’m just saying… that relationship never counted. I think it truly fucked you up from giving real love a chance.”

I ignored my sister and continued to pick out different sets, sitting them on the floor while Josh ran behind me to grab them and put them behind the counter.

A man that is about business.

“We’re not going there.”

“How do you expect a marriage to work?”

I paused, blankly staring down at my sister. “She’s living with me.”

Kora nearly toppled into the display of ‘Twilight’ sets when I mentioned she was living with me. “Living with you? So, this is real… why haven’t you told me? You’re in love, Mav, I can tell.”

I laughed. “You can’t tell shit because everything is new… I barely spent time with her because I was in Japan, and then she went off on me last night because I didn’t call her while I was away.”

“Why didn’t you call her?” Kora folded her arms with her expensive ass bag still on her arm. To know Kora was to know that she was going to spend money on purses and clothes.

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