Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I bask in the comfort it brings as I watch him move around in our small space. I get an idea as he washes his hands at the sink. I get up and go turn on the stereo. I put in my Outkast CD and skip to the “Hey Ya!” track.
With a smile, I peel off the T-shirt he put on me and toss it aside. Now in my panties and bra—since he ripped my teddy to shreds earlier—I dance around the living room. He comes around the little corner of the galley kitchen, so I come into view.
I wink at him and beckon him to me with my finger as I dance around. He shakes his head at me, but he’s finally giving me a genuine smile. Wanting to make my man laugh and smile, I really go off.
Clapping and dancing, I move around the little living room with all the attitude I can muster. I’m acting such a clown for this man. I place my foot on the couch as I do my version of the routine from the video.
I even start to twerk when Dré sings to shake it. Ant surprises me when he crosses the room and starts to dance his big ass behind me. The song changes and I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Roses” bumps through the speakers and we get lost in each other. I still clown to the song and lyrics, but we’re in our own little bubble. That is until the only neighbor we have starts to bang on the wall.
I frown. Ant moves to the stereo and turns it down.
“All right, all right, shut the fuck up. We don’t complain when you’re blasting your fucking porn, asshole,” Ant growls at the wall.
I snicker and fall back onto the couch. “Hopefully our place in New York will have thicker walls.”
Ant comes over and sits beside me, scooping me up under his arm. He then tugs me close and kisses the top of my head. I snuggle in and look up at him.
“As long as we’re together, that’s all that counts.” He pecks my lips. “Thanks, I needed that.”
“I love you. I only want to see you happy.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter 3
Things Change
Anthony
A month later…
Will was released about a month ago. Thank God. It looks like Uncle Blake will be getting out soon too, thanks to some information Will dropped off for Uncle Blake’s lawyer.
Seth Grayson was picked up after Will’s release. Someone had to answer for that race. Seth, being the one to organize that circuit on top of having two deaths connected to his particular races—it looks like he’s going to be the fall guy. I don’t know much about him beyond the races, but better him than my family.
“Baby, what time do you have to go see your uncle?” Alexis asks as she pops her head in the room.
I turn to look at her. A smile comes to my face. She has her braids pulled up into a ponytail with that green shit on her face. I love how comfortable she’s become here. I can’t sleep on nights when she isn’t here with me.
My stomach sinks. I don’t know about our move to New York. Uncle Blake has been talking about giving me more responsibility. It looks like I’ll be stepping more into my role. Now isn’t a good time for me to take off. I just haven’t found the right time to tell Lex this.
“I leave in an hour. You still going to hang with Jenny?”
“Yeah, Ven called to have dinner, but I want to be home when you get back,” she says with a smile.
“You don’t have to rush back. I planned to get into that new book I bought.”
She enters the room and climbs into my lap. “You know, I think it’s sexy when you read. I wouldn’t miss the chance to watch you for the world,” she purrs.
“Don’t get that crap on me,” I say and pull my head back as she tries to kiss me.
She mushes me on the forehead with two fingers. “Stop trying to play me, Ant. You’re going to want all my kisses later.”
She pokes her lip out. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly as I laugh. “You’ll have that shit washed off your face by then,” I tease.
“Let me up. I’m not talking to you.”
I bury my face in her neck. “You can’t go ten minutes without talking to me. Don’t be mad. I still love you, my little wicked witch.”
My shoulders shake as I laugh at her. She pushes at my chest and stands. It’s moments like this when I’m most happy because she makes my world lighter. I don’t know what I would do without her.
“You keep laughing, Ant. Just wait.”