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“Want some?” his eyes were damn near closed but practically piercing into my soul at the same time.
“No thank you.” The fruit looked delicious, but my nerves were all over the place. I was comfortable with Kastian but nervous about what I was doing. What we were doing.
I felt like a creep as I watched him eat fruit, but I couldn’t look away. We made eye contact as he bit into a piece of watermelon. My stomach caved in. My God, my God.
“You sure you don’t want some? This shit fye.” He took the piece of fruit he’d just bitten and placed it in front of my mouth.
Maintaining eye contact, I opened my mouth and let him feed me the fruit. It was insanely sweet and juicy.
“You think you’ll ever get married again?”
“Tuh.” I kissed my teeth and frowned. “I think I’m one and done. And I don’t have anything against marriage. I just…nah,” I shook my head and didn’t elaborate further.
I didn’t protest when Kastian fed me a strawberry. He ate a few more pieces of fruit and put the container back in the fridge. “We’re going to dock in about thirty minutes. Go to a restaurant and get some food. We’re going to be out here for about four hours. After that, you can decide how you want to spend the other eight.”
“This was your plan. How are you going to leave it up to me?”
Kastian shrugged. “I can definitely take the lead. If you leave that up to me though, you have to follow.”
My brow hiked, but I didn’t respond. What the hell was I getting myself into?
CHAPTER 10
KASTIAN
My helmsman dockedthe yacht at a marina that led directly to one of my favorite restaurants along the coastline. “This place looks kind of fancy,” Persia whispered.
“We’re on the beach. It’s a nice establishment, and the food is great, but they don’t trip if patrons aren’t dressed to impress,” I assured her.
I ate at that particular restaurant at least once a month and had been doing so for the past year or more, so the employees knew me. The hostess smiled at me. “Good afternoon, Mr. Miller. Party of two?”
“Yes.”
I waved my hand signaling for Persia to walk in front of me. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I walked closely behind her as she followed the hostess. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing with Persia. Shit, she was gorgeous. I liked being in the company of gorgeous women, and I liked having sex with gorgeous women. I didn’t mind being a rebound either. Persia was interesting, and I was interested. That didn’t mean she would be the one to make me fall, and it didn’t mean that she was looking for anything serious. She hadn’t even filed for divorce yet. She was still a fuck nigga’s wife, and her heart wasfreshly wounded. All we really could do that made sense was get to know one another and have fun. I felt like she deserved that.
Our server came over right after the hostess walked away. I ordered lemon water, and Persia ordered strawberry-lemonade.
“We’ll have one more meal after this. What do you want for dinner?” I asked.
“I agreed to give you twelve hours. Those twelve hours ends at midnight. Where will we be at midnight?”
“My place or yours.”
Persia’s brows hiked. “I’m staying with my sister. I haven’t found a place yet. And I still don’t know you. Why would I go back to your home?”
“You were just on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with me with not a witness in sight. If I didn’t do anything to you then, I damn sure wouldn’t do it at my house. We can get power naps on the yacht and hang out in the streets until midnight. It’s your choice,” I shrugged.
“What made you get into real estate?”
“The money. Money was definitely the motive. It was also something I knew I could do well. A lot of people get into real estate thinking it’s easy to sell houses, but the truth is, it’s not. It’s not what you know but who you know. I knew I had the connections to be able to sell houses and gain clientele off word of mouth.”
“That’s true,” she gave a slight nod. “Each month I went without selling a house, I panicked more and more. After the third month, I cried.” Persia chuckled at the memory. “After the fourth month, I started applying for jobs. When I finally sold a house after six months, you would have thought I hit the lottery.”
“Yo’ nigga should have bought a house just so he could be your first sale,” I scoffed, and she shook her head.
“You and your disdain for David. Have you always not liked him or was it after what happened?”
“I never had an issue with him. We weren’t friends; however, it was strictly business. Certain things he used to do annoyed me like approaching me in the strip club and trying to talk about guns in a loud, crowded environment, while I’m getting a table dance. Shit was dumb as fuck,” I frowned. “But the gun situation set it off. That could have brought a lot of heat and unnecessary charges on a lot of people. And I was out of quite a large sum of money.”
