Chapter 18 #2
With more jokes from Raejah, she managed to wrap up baby Mason’s fresh cut.
As much as Raejah insisted on paying, Remedy declined and sent her and Mason off with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
A breath of relief dispelled out of her now that she was finally finished with cutting hair after the long day she had.
Between juggling her now consistent clientele and handling the drops for Kross, she was stretched thin for the day.
She couldn’t wait to get home, run herself a bath, and just enjoy some peace, especially since Tone left for Chicago.
He didn’t even bother notifying her that he left.
She had to find out through the Ring camera notification she got on her phone when he wheeled a carryon to his Hellcat before pulling off.
Before heading into the office where Kross was waiting for her, she decided to clean up for the night so she would have an easy start tomorrow morning.
Because he had her waiting for damn near three hours after closing, she assumed he wouldn’t mind waiting for her.
After cleaning up, she made sure to wash her hands before heading to the office to chop it up with Kross.
“About damn time,” he murmured just as she did when he came in.
“Boy, bye! You had me waiting around for three hours.”
“That wasn’t really my fault. You heard your girl. That traffic out there was bad.”
She waved him off as she went to the safe and unlocked it.
He sent her four drops today, wanting to ease her into things so she wouldn’t get flustered.
From the safe, she retrieved the stacks of money she ran through the money counter prior to him arriving at the shop.
One by one, Remedy sat the stacks of money down on the desk before him.
A pleased and satisfied smirk graced his lips as he reached over and grabbed the last stack she sat down.
“It’s all there?” He raised a brow at her.
Remedy rolled her eyes. “Nigga, what you think?”
To her dismay, he started up the money counter and began running the stacks through it to ensure the paper wasn’t shorted.
He wasn’t putting shit past nobody, especially a shawty with a pretty face and a fat ass.
They were the ones you had to worry about the most, so he wasn’t satisfied until he ensured the entire $80,000 was accounted for.
“See, you steady playing me like I’m gone run off on you.” She shook her head.
“Shawty, I can’t let that pretty face cloud my judgment. I don’t put shit past nobody.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip to suppress the smile that wanted to grace her face at the compliment he smoothly threw at her. Understanding his reasoning, she decided to cut him some slack. She had to earn his trust; nothing was attainable overnight.
Once he counted up his profit, he packed it in the duffle bag he came with earlier that morning. Remedy watched him as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out two stacks of blue hundreds and handed them to her.
With a smirk now casting her face, she fingered through the money before sitting it aside without bothering to count it. A chuckle seeped out of Kross once he noticed she didn’t count up her pay.
“You trust me that much?” He raised a brow.
Remedy shook her head as she took a seat on the desk right in front of him. “I just know you not crazy, so you wouldn’t even put your life at risk like that.”
He leaned back in his seat and kept his oak brown orbs glued onto her. His gaze stuck on her for a while, long enough that she began to grow shy and tore her eyes away from his and fixed them on the charm bracelet she had on her wrist.
“Be real with me. What got you stuck?”
“Stuck? What you mean?”
Kross shrugged his broad shoulders. “It gotta be something that got you stuck with that lame-ass nigga. Let me know what it is.”
“Kross, you can’t fix my problems.”
“Who said I can’t?” he scoffed, full of arrogance. “Listen, ain’t shit in this world within my means I can’t do or fix. I make the world go ‘round in my fucking opinion,” he jested light heartedly, prompting them to share a laugh.
“Kross, please. You think you that nigga ‘cause you riding in your little Maybach and you got some nice-ass jewelry?”
“Nah, shawty. You said that. I think I’m that nigga ‘cause I put myself in the position for shit not to move unless I say so,” he corrected her.
Everything about his demeanor gave her the sense that he was a grown man who didn’t play any games. He knew what he had, the authority he possessed, and the capability he had to get whatever he wanted. He stood in his power, and that shit was sexy as hell.
“So, why you telling me this? You think you can save me or something?” Remedy bumped her brows together after she managed to muster up enough courage to lock eyes with him again.
“I don’t think nothing. I know I can,” he boasted in full confidence.
“Too bad. I don’t need saving.”
“I respect that.” He nodded his head as he leaned up in his seat, minimizing the distance they had between them. “But tell me what you do need.”
Internally, her mind ran rampant as she endured the continuous game of cat and mouse they were playing.
To the dismay of her mind, her body reacted to him openly.
Her pussy got wet for him, her heart raced, and her palms grew clammy.
It had been so long since she felt like that, it was almost as if her body was over circuiting.
Before her mind and her fears could get in the way of what her body desperately yearned for, she posed him a question.
“Do you remember what you said earlier today?”
“I got bad memory, shawty. What did I say?” he taunted her with a deep chuckle. He knew exactly what she was referring to, but he got a kick out of watching her squirm.
The depth of his chuckle caused her to lightly clench her thighs together. Heat struck her body as she flipped her hair over her shoulders before responding to him. “I need my attitude fucked right up outta me.”
Kross licked his lips before his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
The sight of his gold grills sent a chill down her spine as his eyes bore into her.
He didn’t waste any time and spared her the witty response he could have let out.
A gasp aired out of her as his hands went straight to her petite waist and his fingers slipped into the waistband of her Lululemon shorts.
He shot her a questioning look, asking for permission to slip her out of her bottoms. She didn’t hesitate to offer him a nod, giving him the green light.
She lifted herself up slightly, allowing him to slip off her shorts and lace panties in one swift movement.
Another sharp breath aired out of her as he gripped both of her ankles and propped her legs up on each end of the desk, positioning her body so it emulated a delicate butterfly.
A devious smirk galivanted across his face while he marveled at her wet pussy that was waxed smooth.
He could see the anticipation that filled her eyes and was eating her alive.
He planned to be intentional with her tonight.
He wanted to fuck her head up to make her realize that the possibilities were endless with him.
Frustration and confusion crowded Remedy’s face as she watched him lean back in his seat instead of dropping dick inside of her.
She was anxiously waiting to be filled up by him, and her patience wasn’t suited for the games he wanted to play.
After a brief moment with her legs propped open and him admiring her pussy, she let out a huff of air and closed her legs.
“Kross, what the fuck?” she hissed with her usual venomous attitude. Her eyes were narrowed, and she was seeing red after he just teased the fuck out of her.
“I didn’t tell you to fucking move, Remedy,” his voiced boomed throughout the office as he reached down and gripped her ankles tighter than he had done before.
He firmly repositioned her legs, returning them to their previous position on each side of the desk, leaving her heart drumming rapidly against her chest.
Her attitude diminished instantly and was replaced with curiosity.
She never had her pussy in a nigga’s face for that long without them fiending to dive into it.
As thin as her patience ran, he tapped into a part of her brain that was uncharted territory, and now, she wanted to know what he had in store for her.
He extended his arm to her and grabbed her right hand.
He put down her index finger, pinky, and thumb before he slipped her ring and middle finger into the warmth of his mouth.
Her breathing hitched as she felt him flick his tongue between her two fingers, filling her head with fantasies of him doing the same to her pussy.
Slowly, he slipped her fingers out of his mouth before steering her hand to her pussy. Her eyes darted between his face and her hand with a questioning and unsure look masking her face.
“Show me how you want me to fuck you, Remedy,” he encouraged her as he leaned back in his seat.
He could tell he had just stunned her. He wasn’t too prideful to learn how to please a woman, and he was player enough to know that all women weren’t the same.
When he did finally give her the dick she was fiending for, he wanted to come correct, so he needed to study her.
They exchanged glances with each other, Remedy trying to figure out if he was serious while he waited patiently for her to come to terms with what she needed to do.
The seriousness that webbed his orbs let her know he wasn’t playing and she had just set herself up for the ride of her fucking life.