Page 45 of Crown: Phase 4

He just stared at her. Crown didn’t have a comeback for that. Anytime someone rang that phone, it usually meant something important. But he was trying to learn balance. He had a pregnant wife and a child he had to show up for and be present with, too.

Sighing, Nivéa leaned over and lifted his phone from the ground. But as she was about to hand it to him, she studied the screen, and her brows dipped low.

“Who is Anna?”

Crown glanced down at her hand, eyeing the screen. “Just someone who works for me, ma.” He told her with a shrug.

“Works for you?”

“Yeah. She gets shit done.”

The phone call ended and started again shortly after.

“Gets shit done like what exactly?”

“Jobs I can’t put my niggas on.” Crown licked his lips, staring into her worried eyes. “I can’t tell you the details, baby. Come on. You know that.”

“So, that’s why she’s calling you?”

The call ended again.

“That’s exactly why she’s calling. But I ain’t worried about that or anything else. The only thing I’m worried about is being with my wife. Put the phone down, baby. I’m with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Nivéa set his phone back down and released a sharp breath, telling herself it was his burner. It wasn’t like a bitch was hittin’ his personal line, so she believed his story. Boe had done her so wrong, had her so traumatized, that it was like she kept waiting for the moment when her marriage would blow up in her face. She kept silently thinking to herself that Crown was either perfect or a good fucking liar. This life he provided for her seemed too good to be true. She had gone from struggling one day to being married to a millionaire the next.

“You the only woman I see, you know that?” Crown held her close by the waist, kissing her cheek. It was what he always reminded her whenever she was in doubt. “The only woman I need.”

“I hear you,” Nivéa said as his lips moved to the other side of her face, weakening her.

“Come on, baby. Kiss me back. Whatever’s in your head, let that shit go. It’s just you and me...forever. Fuck everybody else.”

Nivéa nodded, leaning in and kissing her way across his beard as she cupped his face. When she reached his lips, Crown met her with a flick of his tongue, teasing her as he slid two fingers deep inside her. When she tilted her head back, a moan escaped her lips, and he seized the moment to spit into her mouth. Without complaint, she swallowed, riding his hand, then reclaimed his tongue. The heat between them built rapidly, and before she knew it, Crown had his mouth on her breasts, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

“Mmm, can we really do this? I don’t want them calling the co—”

“Shh. Fuck the cops, the mayor, and whoever else. I run this city. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”

As much as Nivéa hated to admit it, she was drawn to Crown’s bad side. She had tried to keep it straight after her chaotic past, but damn, he made it nearly impossible to stay good. From the ink on his skin to the grill shining in his mouth and the chains hanging around his neck, she was utterly captivated by the man before her. It’s why she stood her ass in Vegas on a whim and said “I do” after only knowing him for a few months. That swag of his was intoxicating. And the dick was even more captivating.

“Uhhhhhhh,” Nivéa cried out as soon as he slid her down his girth.

“Fuckkk. Who this pussy belong to?”

“You, baby. Ooooh, only you.”

“Fuckin’ right.” Crown snarled, curving his head to suck on her neck.

The louder Nivéa moaned, the harder he sucked, until he nearly broke her skin. Only when she winced did he release his hold and kiss her softly to make up for the pain.

“Sorry, ma. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Nivéa was in a trance.

Effortlessly, Crown lifted her from the water as he stepped further in off the steps, making sure to take one of his guns with him. Nivéa was in awe of how he positioned her thighs around his shoulders and devoured her, gun still in hand. She looked down at the water in the pool, then up at the waterfall he had just pressed her against.

“Oh—oh my god,” her body trembled as the water began to rain down on them.

Resting his gun on the foundation above, Crown never stopped eating her kitty. He took his time, licking her clit feverishly before moving down to her lips, sucking them like ripe peaches. Occasionally, he glanced up at the door, not for the workers; he couldn’t care less about them. He’d paid good money to be left the fuck alone, but he stayed alert, just in case a nigga tried to catch him off guard.