Page 72 of Hood Legacy

“Move in with me,” I told Legacy as she bathed. She lifted her eye mask and stared at me with a blank expression. “You’re never at your spot as it is. There’s no reason to keep wasting your money on a place you’re never at.”

“Aceyn–”

“Don’t sell your spot; put it up for rent and collect your money. I talked to Bizzy about helping you, and he said he could get the paperwork drawn up and sent over; all you have to do is give him the word.” I ran my hand over my hair and shrugged. “Think about it before you say no.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding, then put the mask back over her eyes and rested her head against the tub's edge.

“Okay?” I questioned, and she nodded.

She lifted her mask and smiled at me. “I thought about it. Okay, call Bizzy and have him draw up the papers.”

“Damn, for real?” I asked, and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Like you said, I’m always here, and at this point, I’m wasting money. If Bizzy can get it rented out, then great, I’ll take the extra income.” She shrugged, and I nodded. “And if he can’t, then that’s fine, too. I can go back when you annoy me.”

“Get the fuck outta here.” I reached into her water and grabbed her ankle. “We locked in; even if I get on your nerves, we are still sleeping under the same roof.”

“Promise?” she shyly asked.

I let go of her leg, stood, walked to the end of the tub, and bent down so we were at eye level. “Easy or hard way.” I kissed her, hating the small doubt she had in her when it came to us. “Either way, it ends the same.” I stood and adjusted my shirt. “Now, finish your bath so we can eat.”

“What are we eating?” she asked.

“I’m cooking,” I answered, and she immediately started shaking her head. “What you mean, no?”

“Baby, I mean this with all the love in my heart, but I am not in the mood to question how you make food.” She pulled the drain and stood. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can get something.”

“What?” I laughed. “Nah.”

“Aceyn, we are going out to eat.” She exited the tub, walked to the shower, and turned it on. “I won’t be long. I swear.”

I kissed my teeth and crossed my arms over my chest. “You trying to say I can’t cook, Point Guard?” I questioned.

“Yes,” she answered with a single nod, then closed the shower door. “Hell, fucking yes, I am.”

“Girl, fuck you,” I laughed.

She pushed the shower door open and gave me a sexy look, “We can do that first, then get something to eat.”

“Bet,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and stepping out of my shorts. My dick was hard as fuck, and getting between her thighs was precisely what I needed to do. “You want Hood?”

“Yes,” she answered as I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I picked her up. “I want Hood, but remember that I always need Aceyn.”

I pushed my dick into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“I need to grab some clothes,”I said to Mercy as I drove home. Today was one of the few times I’d driven myself to practice in the last few months since I usually rode with Aceyn. Today, he had meetings that were set to end later than I wanted to be at the arena, so I decided to drive. “I keep putting it off and just buying stuff, but I need to stop being lazy, especially since I’m moving in with him. I need to see what I’m taking or getting rid of.”

“Take your clothes and rent it out fully furnished so you don’t have to worry about it,” Mercy suggested.

“I was thinking about that,” I said as I switched lanes. It was raining hard as hell, and it didn’t look like it would stop any time soon. “I have to ask Bizzy how much of an appeal that is.”

“Do short-term rentals for business professionals.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” I said, nodding. “As soon as I get to the house, I’m going to text Bizzy and tell him that’s the way I want to go.” I turned down my street just as thunder clapped through the sky, and I jumped in my seat.

“Damn, that shit is loud,” Mercy said. “Make your trip quick just to be safe. You know how Missouri weather can be. One minute, we have a cool little storm; the next, we have a fucking tornado touching down.”

“I am,” I agreed. I pulled into my driveway, pressed the garage door opener, and groaned in frustration. “Fuck!”

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