Page 80 of Anything Necessary for Her
Later that evening . . .
Just as I sprayed my Bitter Peach perfume on, I heard my doorbell sound off. Doing one more spin in the mirror, I grabbed up my Lady Dior bag and started toward the stairs and to the door. Opening the door, the sight of Low’s outfit left me slightly slack jawed, especially in comparison to my skirt, tube top, and stiletto boots.
Socks, slides, Givenchy joggers, and a wife beater adorned his lofty, lean but muscular frame. He wore his typical chain but with a Richard Mille watch and smelled about as expensive as his watch was. For some reason though, I found him and this sexy.
“Is this what you wear when you go to a club or somewhere fancy?” I gestured to his clothing.
“Yep.” He peered down at himself as if to take it in. “I ain’t like Free. That nigga actually goes on shopping sprees and shit.”
“What do you do?” I asked as he helped me down onto my porch before I locked my door.
He kissed me a few times once I was done, then said, “If I’m out and see some shit, I might cop it. But I don’t make a point to hit the mall.”
“Why not?”
“Just not some shit I think about. Got too much other shit on the dome to be worried about being a fucking fashionista.”
I laughed, hearing that word come from his mouth, making him grin as he opened the door to his Maybach for me.
Once he was in the car as well, starting it up, I said, “You too fine to be dressing up anyway.”
“Cool.” He laughed at me just before I leaned over to peck his sexy lips, raking my nails through his beard for a moment. “You was looking like you wanted me to change for a minute.”
“Nope. I kind of like this.” I waved up and down his body.
Truthfully, no matter what Low wore, women would always fall over themselves for him. I’d seen it when I was harboring a crush on him and even now. It seemed like every woman we encountered would have hearts in their eyes upon seeing him, and back in the day it used to irk me considering he legit paid me no mind. Now that he was mine, it only bothered me slightly.
We drove for a while, listening to music of my choice. Low would frown occasionally, depending on the song or shake his head, but I found it funny.
We ended up at some cute and quaint spot in Beverly Hills. I could see that we were here outside of their business hours as Low maneuvered into a parallel park.
“Are they closed?” I wondered, seeing the lights on the closed sign illuminated brightly.
“For everybody else.” He hopped out then stepped onto the curb to help me from the vehicle.
A black woman with long goddess braids beamed at the sight of us before unlocking the door to allow us inside.
“Welcome to Leaf and Vine,” she greeted. “I’m Fallen, and I will be catering to you all today.” She walked us through the establishment filled with pink roses everywhere and paper lanterns hanging above us with hearts and ribbons. Everything was pink, which was my favorite color.
“This is beautiful. I love the pink,” I said, gripping Low’s hand tighter as we trailed Fallen.
“Yes, Mr. Harris here said you loved pink and wanted all this decked out in said color.” She waved her hand around to gesture at all the beautiful and romantic decorations with her hand. “All the greenery outside of the roses and lanterns are our usual decor.”
I looked over and up at him in awe, but he refused to look back, a smirk lingering on his face.
We sat down, and Fallen let us know she would give us a second to see what we wanted for our drinks. I could tell this place had good food, and because I had a master’s in Los Angeles brunch spots, I was surprised I hadn’t been here.
“How did you do all of this? And get a late evening brunch?” I asked, holding the menu as I sat across from him.
“You want the real answer or some humble shit?” He licked his supple lips while stroking his beard, awaiting my answer.
“Real.”
“I’m rich and I’m me.”
“Okay. Excuse me!” I smacked my lips as he chuckled.
“I’m just being honest. You can get most of what you want with money, Peep, and everything else can be obtained with status.”
