“If you’re askin’ do I share how much I get off on bein’ your Daddy, f**k no. No one knows shit about me and definitely not about you. Can they guess about me and us, probably. My desire for control is not a secret. That said, Rhashan’s a man who knows who he is, doesn’t give a f**k what anyone thinks of him, likes to get off like he likes it so if he’s recruiting, he asks around and he’s choosy.” He grinned. “The club’s the club, babe. Boys know and get a lotta pu**y. A bitch is that way, they’ll know and throw her his way. And your girl is that way. Club pu**y, usually not worth it. One-time deal. What I know of your girl, Rhash will think he hit the f**kin’ mother lode.”
I started giggling and Knight smiled as he watched me do it.
My fingers drifted back through the hair at his neck and my eyes dropped to watch before going back to his.
Then I said quietly, “You need a haircut, honey.”
“Uh… no,” he said quietly back. “Every time I let you use your hands, you get excited, you fist them in my hair. I like to feel you get excited any way including that way. I start lookin’ like a biker or a hippie, I’ll go to the barber. Until then, my baby’s got something to hold onto.”
I melted into him and assured, “You don’t look like a biker or a hippie.”
“Then we’re good,” he muttered, his lips twitching.
“Though, when I have Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays, you look a little like a biker but it’s hot.”
Another lip twitch then, “So we’re still good.”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
His brows went up. “Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays?”
“Best day of the week,” I whispered. His brows went down, his eyes dropped to my mouth but not before I saw them get dark then his head dropped and he kissed me.
I had to fix my lip gloss and Knight had to go to the bathroom to wipe my old off before he put my ass in his awesome ride and took me to the club.
* * * * *
I wandered in the club my hand in Knight’s, the lights flashing, the music loud but my mind was on the sign on the wall in the alley.
Space Restricted – Mr. Sebring
Mr. Sebring.
I thought about my life two months ago.
I thought about it now.
I thought about my man, Mr. Sebring.
And I was looking to the floor, my lips curved but inside I was smiling wide.
I saw the steps in front of me, Knight already up one and I lifted my foot shod in a sandal that cost nearly nine hundred dollars when I heard:
“Surprise!”
My head jerked back and I saw the VIP podium filled with my friends and bright balloons that shouted, “Congratulations!” and “Graduate!”
Oh my f**king God.
My body froze except my eyes shot to Knight.
He was looking back at me grinning.
I’d received my skin technology certificate on Wednesday.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I felt my face begin to crumble as emotions overwhelmed me and luckily Knight moved fast or everyone would see me, face smushed, crying. But they didn’t because I was in his arms with my face pressed into his neck.
“Baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“She… she did… didn’t… I was out of the house, on my own. I didn’t get a gra… gra… graduation party in high school,” I stammered into the skin of his neck and his arms gave me a squeeze.
“Well, you have one now,” Knight told me.
“It’s just… just…” my breath hitched then I heaved out, “skin technology.”
His arms squeezed again and stayed tight around me as he said in my ear, “It’s an accomplishment. You worked for it. You earned it. Now, you f**kin’ celebrate it.”
I sucked in breath, pulled my head back and dashed my fingers on my cheeks, looking at him.
He was slightly watery.
He was still all kinds of beautiful.
“Thank you,” my mouth moved with the words but no sound came out.
I know he got it when his face dipped, his lips went to my ear and he whispered, “Anything for my baby.”
I took in a stuttering breath.
My body was taking in needed oxygen.
But I knew as it got what it needed to breathe, still, I’d lost my heart.
Knight let me go but took my hand.
Then he led me up to my party.
* * * * *
Knight had stayed for half an hour but then he had to get to work.
But I had no orders. This was my party.
I drank lemon drops.
For my man, I didn’t go to the dance floor.
On lemon drop three, I cornered Viv in relative privacy.
“Right,” I leaned in, semi-shouting in her ear, “don’t get pissed and maybe later you’ll thank me but right now, gotta know. Are you into kink?”
She jerked back and her brows were knit over narrow eyes as she shouted, “What?”
I leaned in again and semi-shouted, “Kink. Serious shit. Sexually.”
Her head turned, she caught my eyes and semi-shouted back, “Why we talking about this now, girl? Knight do something to flip you out?”
“No,” I semi-shouted in return. “He… uh, might have a live one for you.”
She again jerked back but her brows shot up this time.
I held my breath, hoping that she wouldn’t be pissed at me for telling her secret.
Then she asked loudly but curiously, “Brother?”
I let out my breath and fought back a smile.
Vivica, God, I loved her.
I nodded.
“Hot?”
I shook my head. “No clue. Knight vouches for him though. Said he’s absolutely a good guy but he’s not into, um… kink. Straight up, um… other stuff. And he’s seen you around and said straight out he wants to,” I leaned in and semi-shouting again said in her ear, “bring you to heel.”
She leaned back, her eyes wide, her lips forming the words, “Oo lordy.”
I grinned.
Her eyeballs rolled to the ceiling. “Please God, make him be hot. Please God, make the brother be hot.”
“Is that the go-ahead for me to give the go-ahead to Knight to give the high sign?” I asked.
Her eyeballs rolled back to me and she yelled instantly, “Fuck yeah, bitch!”
I giggled as I unclasped my bag, pulled out my phone and typed in a text.
K, V not into kink. Give R high sign. She’s nearly panting. xxoo A
I got no text back.
Fifteen minutes later, a six foot seven inch, broad, bulky, muscled, bald, glorious, midnight skinned black man in a suit like Knight’s but with a black shirt came walking up the steps, eyes glued to Viv.