Chapter 1 #2
Kastian’s orbs swept over my black and white one piece, and a slight smirk eased across his face.
Again, my brows hiked because I wanted to know what was funny.
Ryder passed him a blunt, and he took it without removing his eyes from my body.
“Yo’ man sends you out with that heavy ass rock and that skimpy outfit.
He not scared a nigga gon’ violate?” his head angled to the left.
“Nah, he’s not, and I’m not either.”
His eyes once again traveled the length of my body, but he didn’t say anything else.
I waited patiently for Kiana to finish her conversation with Ryder, and we headed back to our side of the pool.
Placing my cup to my lips, I finished off my drink.
The tequila in my system had me feeling exceptionally well, so when my favorite song came on, I put a little extra sway in my hips because I was sure Kastian was watching.
Why I wanted to give him a show, I didn’t even know.
I guess one could call me a tease. Even if he couldn’t touch there was nothing wrong with looking.
Yes, I was married, but my ass wasn’t blind.
To have a man of his caliber salivating over me was a bit of an ego booster.
“Bitch, Kastian was eyeing you like you were something good to eat,” Bev nudged me playfully.
“I don’t think so,” I played it off, but I had for sure seen him checking me out.
However, he was a man. Men were going to look.
That didn’t mean he was interested. And I liked the fact that even if he did like what he saw, he respected the ring that adorned my finger, and he didn’t try to push up on me.
The amount of men that had told me they didn’t care that I was married was sickening.
In my opinion, that was a dangerous game, and I wasn’t interested in playing it.
Bev kissed her teeth. “You’re married. You aren’t blind. That man was for sure eye fucking you. Too bad you aren’t a cheater.”
I rolled my eyes upwards. I may have given David the time of day for the wrong reasons.
I may have even married him for the wrong reasons, but I wasn’t going to cheat on him.
No matter how fine or rich a man was. It made me think though.
What if I had chosen not to marry David and I had stayed single?
As quickly as the thought came, it left.
My single friends talked way too often about how the dating pool was trash.
Plenty of people probably wanted to have sex with me, but that didn’t mean that they would do right by me or even marry me.
I made my own money, but David added another level of security to my life.
He paid majority of the bills. Kastian’s real estate firm pretty much had the city on lock.
It was my firm’s biggest competitor, but I still managed even on a slow month to do at least three closings a month.
The month before, I’d only sold two houses, but my total commission was $22,000 which was damn good.
It had been more than a year since I had a month where I didn’t sell anything at all.
It was a seller’s market, and homeowners were selling houses for way more than they would have been able to sell them for five years ago.
When I had a client that was selling, the process went much faster and smoother than with clients that were buying.
I stayed at the party for another hour before I told my girls I was out.
They weren’t ready to leave, but they all walked me to my car.
Someone called my name and when I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught Kastian studying me again.
Not too far from him was a chick named Cassandra that I used to work with before going into real estate.
“Bye boo,” I smiled at her and did a slight wave before turning back around.
My yoni had a mind of its’ own as it ached from the way I had caught Kastian staring at me.
That man was too fine for anybody’s good.
I was sure he put women through hell. There was no way his fine, rich, physically fit ass wasn’t super toxic.
I told my girls goodbye then made the nineteen-minute drive to the four-bedroom home that I shared with David.
He was out of town on business and wouldn’t be back until the next day.
I was looking forward to going home, taking a shower, and curling up in bed with snacks and wine.
Most women that dealt with street niggas knew that other women came with the territory.
I had never caught David in anything but then again, I never looked.
And I had to ask myself if it was because I trusted him or because I simply didn’t care.
The next day, I dressed in black leather pants, a sleeveless red bodysuit, a leopard print cardigan, and red pointy toe heels.
It was funny to me that when I looked over my appointments the night before, I realized that the closing I had to go to was being held at Kastian’s real estate firm.
My client was a buyer, and Kastian’s firm was representing the seller.
I had been to Kastian’s firm several times before, and I’d never actually seen him there, so I doubted he’d be around that day.
Seeing him up close and in person was a much different experience than seeing him in photos.
He was fine in print but in real life…got damn.
I’d be willing to bet money that he was a womanizer and a hoe.
But if all a woman cared about was a good time with a fine ass man, whoever was riding that ride was lucky as hell.
I left out early enough to run and grab a smoothie and make it on time to Miller Realty Co.
I had branched out on my own and started my own firm, and it was extremely small.
I had one realtor under me, and she worked full-time as an esthetician doing real estate on the side.
Some months she sold two houses and some months she sold none.
That was normal for any broker. I wanted to grow my business, but I knew it would take time.
Patience was something that I prayed for early on after getting my real estate license.
It took me six months to sell my first house.
No matter how frustrated I became, I refused to quit.
I also took the initiative to get listings in other cities and not just in Diamond Cove.
It was imperative that I had the same patience and consistency with my firm that I had with my career.
It might take six months or even a year but one day, I’d have several agents working under me.
I arrived at my destination ten minutes before the set time.
I had been to that particular building enough times to know that Kastian’s firm was on the thirteenth floor.
Last I checked, he had about nine realtors working for him, and the lineup was quite impressive.
As I entered the lobby the scent of spice flooded my nostrils.
Almost like cinnamon but a little stronger.
The elevator doors slid open causing the smell of tobacco and vanilla to infiltrate the air.
My eyes widened just a bit as I noticed Kastian on the elevator.
He looked much different than the day before.
He was clad in chocolate slacks, a white shirt, and a chocolate double breasted jacket.
On his feet were black loafers, and the watch that decorated his wrist more than likely cost the price of a small house.
His scent dominated the air in the elevator making my pulse quicken, and my chest heave up and down. A slow smile inched across his face.
“So, we meet again.”
I smiled bashfully. “So, we do. I actually have a meeting with one of your agents. It’s closing day.” I was headed up to the man’s firm. There was no need to pretend like I didn’t know who he was.
Just as he had at the pool party, Kastian gave me a slow once over. My clit pulsated as his eyes dragged across my frame. “Real estate broker by day, life of the party in the evening. Good shit,” he gave a nod of approval as we reached the designated floor. “You have a nice day, Mrs?”
“Um, Brown. Persia Brown.”
“You have a nice day, Mrs. Brown,” he winked at me and ambled down the hall.
“Whew baby,” I breathed out slowly as I walked towards the conference room.
There had been a time when I wasn’t sure I could be successful running my own firm, and I had almost applied to work at Kastian’s firm.
He had the connections and the reputation to handle luxury listings, and I knew the commission on those properties was phenomenal.
But, I stepped out on faith, and I wasn’t mad at what my firm was accomplishing.
It was a good thing I didn’t apply to work for Kastian because being around that kind of temptation on a daily basis would have been torture.
Especially since he'd made me cream more in the past two days than my husband had in two months.