1. Legend Mekhi Waters
Legend Mekhi Waters
I glanced at my watch and saw that it was two minutes after eleven. I would be late, but shit, she could hold still for a while. After all, I was always the one who was on time and making exceptions for her. It was her damn fault we were in this place anyway.
I sighed and dragged my hand down my face. The covers shifted before Legacy sat straight up in bed. Her chest was heaving, and she looked to the left before she turned right. When her golden eyes rested on my face, they widened, and then her face relaxed.
She tossed the sheets off her body and frowned when she looked down. Looking back up at me, she scowled. “Did we?—”
“No, ma’am. Your virtue is still intact.”
Although she looked visibly relaxed, her words contradicted her expression. “Why not? I didn’t bring you up here to watch me sleep.”
“Actually, you didn’t bring me up here. I brought you up here. And I did bring you up here to watch you sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because you needed to sleep off that alcohol you consumed. Clearly, it impaired your judgment.”
“I knew what I was doing.”
“No, you didn’t. I could have been a serial killer, a stalker, or anything. You had no idea. The worst part was that when I turned you down, you looked at a group of men who you definitely should have been staying away from.”
She dragged her hands through her tangled hair and groaned before she asked her question. “What group of men?”
“The ones you were watching at the table not far from us. They were members of the one-percenter bike club, the Immortal Descendents.”
Her face flushed, and her eyes bulged. I had a feeling she didn’t recognize them, despite their MC cuts. She probably wasn’t familiar with the various bike factions in the city and presumed they were one of the social biker clubs.
“You still should have given me what I asked for. It’s not okay to mislead a woman,” she stated, getting out of bed and tugging at her short navy-blue dress.
“Your shoes are over here,” I stated, pointing at her shoes on the floor beside me. “And I didn’t mislead you.”
“Yes, you did. You agreed to give me a good, hard fuck, and you didn’t do it.”
“That would have been hard to do since you fell asleep not long after we arrived. I ordered room service, you ate some of it, and that was it. Besides, we never said when that had to happen. I’ll still give you what you want.
It just won’t be on your terms, but on mine,” I explained as I stood and shoved my hands in my pockets.
“I doubt that will happen.”
“Oh, it will happen. And you won’t know what hit you when I do finally get you. I’ll fuck you so hard until you’ve got scoliosis and then make love to you so that you can know your worth.”
Her mouth dropped open before she replied. “You have no way of getting in touch with me.”
“Unlock your phone and hand it to me,” I demanded.
“No.”
“Unlock your fucking phone and hand it to me. I don’t have any more time to waste on your little pampered ass.”
She looked offended but did as I asked. I snatched it from her hand, shot myself a text, and then saved my number in her phone. I handed it back to her.
“Your breakfast that I took the liberty of ordering for you is on the dresser over there. You have the room until three. I made sure you had a late checkout.”
She scrolled through her phone as I walked to the door. I heard her mumble, “Perfect Distraction?” as I opened the door. It was how I saved my number in her phone.
I turned back for a moment. “Legacy?”
“Yes?”
“When you call me, or when I see you again, bet your thick ass it’s gon’ be on sight.”
“You promise?” she replied with a smile.
I winked and closed the door.
Shorty was beautiful and sexy, a dangerous combination.
When she’d approached me last night, I almost turned her away.
Her beautiful, honey-colored skin, long, curly lashes, high arched eyebrows, and full lips reminded me of a lighter, younger version of Meagan Good, with less prominent cheekbones and a chin that wasn’t quite as pointy.
She was a hippy girl with a nice ass and thighs on a small frame. She had wavy hair that reached her ass, and I was certain that it was all hers. She was a baddie, but I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that complication in my life.
“You’re thirty-five minutes late, Legend. What took you so long? I have somewhere that I need to be, and I need you to take my time seriously.”
“I’m here now.”
“Everything’s always so simple with you, isn’t it?”
“Kali, please just send him downstairs, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
“I need to talk with you first. He’s in his room, waiting.”
I sighed. “If you’re about to get on me, I’m not really in the mood for it. I’m never late.”
“Go ahead, say it. Like me. I know that’s what you want to say.”
“I wasn’t blaming you, Kali.”
“That’s a first.”
“What do you need to talk with me about?” I asked, refusing to get dragged into that argument.
“Come in,” she invited, opening the door wider.
I stepped into the cool house and followed her to the living room. The fragrant aroma of vanilla hung in the air. We took seats on the couch, facing each other.
“I know that these last couple of years haven’t been easy on you,” she professed.
“It was a struggle for both of us.”
“Yeah, well, I know that I didn’t make it any easier for you.”
“We could have made it through, Kali. I told you that we were just in a bad place, and we could come through it with counseling.”
She shook her head. “No, we couldn’t have. Speaking of which, will you be at the counseling for Kayson this week?”
I dropped my face in my hands. “Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you everything you wanted. I tried to be there, Kali, baby. I did, but?—”
“I wouldn’t let you be there.”
“You didn’t want me to be there.”
“I didn’t start this conversation to go back down that line.”
“Okay, then what did you want to talk about, Kali?”
“I’m engaged.”
If someone had knocked the fuck out of me while I was walking down the street, I couldn’t have been more shocked or hurt. My heart squeezed in my chest, and the backs of my eyes stung.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I said that I’m getting married, Legend.”
I pressed my fists against my eyes and shut them tight. Lowering my elbows to my knees, I tried to get my breath back. When I could breathe again, I stood and said, “Go get my little G.”
“I need to talk with you about this, Legend.”
“It’s only been a damn year, Kali. Who the fuck did you meet that soon to go on with? Do you even know this nigga?”
“It’s someone I’ve known for a long time.”
That shit hurt even more because I knew everyone that she did.
“Who?”
“Clayton.”
I frowned, trying to figure out where I knew that name from. I couldn’t recall anyone in our friend circle with that name, but it was so familiar.
“Clayton?”
“Clayton Favors.”
“Your boss?”
She nodded slowly. “I wanted you to find out from me first before you heard it somewhere else, Legend.”
My fists clenched at my sides, and my nostrils flared. Heat roared through my body, and if it weren’t for me hearing my little G’s footsteps running around upstairs, I would have lost it on her.
“How long, Kali?”
She looked away from me, and I found myself snatching her up by her blouse.
“Legend!” She shrieked as her eyes ballooned, and her bottom lip trembled.
I had to get the fuck away from her before I caught a case. In our six years of marriage, I have never brought any physical harm to her. I wasn’t about to start.
“How long?” I barked.
She pulled away from me at the same time that I released her.
“Right after.”
“How long?”
“Three months after it happened. I was struggling, Leggie. You weren’t doing what I needed you to do.”
“Is that why you were staying at work late nights?”
She nodded. “He was just an ear in the beginning. He listened and didn’t push or judge me.”
“I never fucking judged you,” I replied through clenched teeth.
“I felt like you did.”
The tears that stung my eyes would not remain hidden any longer. They found their way out of my eyes and down my face. My lips curled in and down in a sneer. “I fucking hate you.”
“Don’t say that, Legend.” She sobbed.
I dragged my hand down my face to clear it of my tears as I heard my son running down the stairs and shouting, “Daddy! You’re here.”
I spun around and swung him into my arms.
He looked at me, cupped my face, and kissed me on the nose. “Don’t cry, Daddy. It’s gonna be okay.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead. “I know, li’l G. I know.”
I turned, and carrying my son, I walked out the door without a glance back.