Page 95 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Try.”
“Building that shit is gon’ bring on a lot of attention, and attention equals the FEDS, Peep.”
“Then don’t do it the drug dealer way. Get a business loan so that if they do come knocking, everything checks out.”
“Loan. I don’t even have a fucking credit card; only debit.”
“Well, my family’s bank does secured loans, so you’ll do that first, because you have more than enough money to fund the business. That will boost your credit, and then you go from there.”
“Sounds like you gon’ help a nigga out then.” One of his hands fell to the side of my thigh.
“I will. We can do it tomorrow.”
“I thought you was busy? Lying ass.”
“Nope. I just cleared my schedule; however, I still can’t cook, so you need to take me to Maestros.”
“Anything else?”
“Chanel and some Louis Vuitton would be nice too.”
“Say no more.” He kept a serious face, surprising me.
“Really?”
“Yes. Fuck I would be joking for? Get whatever you want after we handle business.”
“Okay.” I beamed, bending down to kiss his lips.
As I was about to climb off him, he stopped me, shaking his head no as he started to push my spaghetti strapped shirt upward.
“I love these.” He palmed my breasts.
“They’re barely there.” I moaned a bit as he fondled them, eyes teeming with lust.
“They’re perfect. Just like everything else on you. Perfect pussy, titties, ass, face, mind, eyes, hair.” He sat up to suck on my neck and collarbone as he talked, hands groping at my ass.
No more words were spoken as our lips welded together in a passionate kiss.
Tonight, we tried the position with me on top, but since I still wasn’t quite ready for that yet, it forced Low to flip me onto my back and pound me until we finished.
The next night . . .
Today had been eventful, and Low stuck to his word as I knew he would. After I helped him fill out the applications on the St. Thomas Financial website, he took me on a no-budget shopping trip, a few jewelry stores included. I was wearing my new thirty thousand dollar watch tonight!
I’d gotten so much shit that I low-key felt bad, but not bad enough to turn down the amazing meal and drinks at Maestros.
Now, it was a little after eight p.m., and we were back at his house, preparing to go back to Free’s since he was having one of his infamous kickbacks that he seemed to throw every damn week.
I’d dropped most of my new shit off at home, only taking the new perfume, jewels, and outfit I planned to wear tonight. I was able to wash and dry it here, so now I was putting the finishing touches on my look for the night, spritzing a little of my perfume into my hair.
“You look too fucking good for this simple ass kickback, Peep.” Low came up behind me as I stood in the mirror within his room.
And no, he didn’t just have a full-length mirror, because Low wasn’t exactly a fashionista or a nigga who stood in the mirror checking himself out—he’d gotten one and had it delivered today, just for the days I stayed over.
It was crazy to me that he was that fine and not full of himself. Hell, if I looked like him, I would be carrying a compact mirror on me, even as a man.
“It’s just a dress and boots.” I grinned as he moved my hair to kiss on my neck.
