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Jakari

“Damn.Lookatmywife, y’all. She bad as fuck, ain’t she?”

Jaz and Eris smiled as wide as I did when Mal walked down the stairs toward me. Black dress, black stilettos, a gold purse, and gold jewelry to match. She was glowing.

She cheesed as she got closer to me, but in a shy way, like she didn’t know just how motherfucking sexy she looked.

“Did I get it right?” she said softly. “Well, didJazget it right?”

“Jaz hit it out the park.”

She beamed. “You look good too, handsome.”

I popped my collar. “I know, but I’m glad you agree.”

Once we were on the road, Mal checked her face in the mirror.

“What you lookin’ for? You can’t no finer than that reflection right there.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“With you, yeah. You bring that shit outta me, I guess.”

She chuckled. “So where are we going? You never said.”

“To handle business. There’s this guy…well, you probably know him, or of him. Our school was named after his people.”

She swallowed hard. “Hightower?”

“Yeah.”

“W-which Hightower are you doing business with?”

“The daddy.”

She nodded, and then it got real quiet in the car. I didn’t think much of it. I turned the dial up and blasted Young Thug all the way to the restaurant.

Fuse was valet only, so we hopped out at the entrance and made our way inside. Niggas was breaking necks to look at Mal. Can’t lie; my chest was puffed out.

Gray stood up when he saw us approaching the table, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes zeroed in on Malika.

Not that I could blame him.

“Mr. And Mrs. Windermere,” he greeted with a grin. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

That was directed at Malika, but she didn’t seem all that happy to hear it.

“Gray, this is my wife, Malika. Mal, this is Gray Hightower.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” he said.

She stood there like a deer in headlights.

“Malika?” I nudged her with my elbow.

“Oh. Sorry. Um, yes, nice to meet you, too.”

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