Page 27 of Surrender to Love

“Rah-Rah!”

“Fuck this,” I utter as I storm out.

I’m taking my ass back to work.

EIGHT

3553 North Crescent Circle Drive

I’ve been sitting on this address for a little over a month. Like I knew he would, Quintus came through that Monday after I asked him. Real talk, it’s been a battle to not drive to the address, knock on that muthafucking door, and stall that bitch ass nigga out.

The house is only twenty-six minutes from here, but on the strength of my promise to my baby Kyrah, I’ve fallen back, especially tonight. We have reservations at her favorite Mexican spot and I promised to pick her up at seven. It’s fifteen till and I’m a man of my word.

After killing my engine, I grab the bouquet of flowers I picked up from the florist. Although we’ve been fucking with each other for two years, this is our first date, so I had to come correct. I had a bouquet of all purple flowers since it’s Kyrah’s favorite color.

Before my finger can ring her bell, the door opens and my beautiful baby stands there looking fucking amazing. A purple and black dress hugs every inch I’m obsessed with and the see-through part over her left thigh has me speechless.

“Are those for me?” she asks with a smile.

“If all of this is for me,” I fire back because damn she looks good as fuck.

“It is all for you,” she says while accepting the flowers. “Thank you for these. Come in. I need to put my shoes on and grab my bag.” When she turns to walk away, my damn knees buckle. Her lips and ass are perfection. After closing the door, I step right behind her and rest my hands on her hips as she laughs. “You really like this dress.”

“I like the dress but love the woman wearing it. I’m walking behind you like this for the rest of the night too. Nobody deserves this view but me.”

“Only you, Shiro,” she says and I swear my shit gets hard.

“Keep talking like that and we might miss our reservation. I’ll put you on this counter and do some things.”

“You can definitely do that after dinner. I need to get out of the house tonight,” she says before turning and kissing my cheek. “Thank you for these; they’re beautiful. Purple’s my favorite color. How did you know that?”

“I peep everything about you, baby. Everything.”

After placing the bouquet on the island counter, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me for real this time. My hands grip her juicy ass as she sinks into me.

“God, I needed those tonight. Needed you,” she says and simpers. “I’ll be right down so we’re not late.”

“I guess I’ll wait here then, ’cause if I follow you and this ass upstairs, we won’t make it to dinner,” I say, then place my hand under her chin. “And while we eat, you can tell me why you need this tonight and why your eyes are like that.”

“Like what?”

“Not normal. You’re gonna tell me what’s up though, right?”

“I will,” she says with a nod. She pecks my lips again before leaving me in the kitchen.

I’m getting a bottle of water from the fridge when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and see a number I don’t have saved, so I ignore it. When it rings the second time, I answer.

“Shiro.”

“Oh, hey,” she says and I immediately recognize the voice. Matika.

“Why the hell you calling my personal line?” I ask, unable to hide my annoyance.

“’Cause… Um…I’m going to be late tomorrow,” she says, stumbling over her words.

“So why didn’t you leave a message on the shop line like you supposed to do? And where the fuck you get my number from anyway?” I bark, because I know for sure I didn’t give her my number. I don’t do that.

“I got it from the list of emergency numbers under the keyboard. It had yours and Tre’s.”