Chapter 34
JASMINE MILLER
“So, when are we meeting him?” Mama asked, resting her hand on her chin. “The condo is beautiful, but I’m ready to meet the man who swept my Jazzy Bear off her feet.”
Telling my parents I was moving in with Cash hadn’t been easy, but at the end of the day, I was a grown-ass woman. Six months might not seem like a long time to know someone, but with everything we’d been through, it felt like we’d lived a lifetime already.
When I finally told them, my parents, understandably, had their reservations.
But I reminded them that despite Cash’s wealth, I was still working and making my own money.
I wasn’t dependent on him—even though he’d started making those “just cause” deposits.
I never asked for them, but wasn’t about to tell him to stop.
Honestly, I didn’t need the money. Since Marcus and I were technically married, a portion of his assets came to me after he died.
The rest went to his family—people I never contacted and thankfully hadn’t heard from.
As much hell as he put me through, that might’ve been the kindest thing he ever did.
Cash made sure everything else was handled.
His lawyers stepped in and tied up the rest of the loose ends.
“Soon,” I said, settling onto a stool at the kitchen island. “He has some work things to wrap up, and then we’ll figure out time to come up there. I promise you’ll love him.”
Her tone softened. “Well, you look happy, and that makes me happy. I just want to make sure you’re maintaining your independence. You know we raised you to stand on your own.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is that my Jazzy Bear?” Daddy’s voice boomed in the background.
Mama rolled her eyes and leaned closer to the screen. “I don’t know why he’s asking when he can clearly hear you,” she whispered. “Yes, Reg, it’s your daughter!” she hollered back at him.
Daddy’s face appeared next to hers, crowding the frame. “When are we gonna meet this friend of yours?” he asked, raising his thick eyebrows.
“Daddy, please,” I laughed. “Like I told Mama, soon.”
“And what you said he does again?”
“Commercial real estate. Daddy, just Google ‘Banks Enterprises Atlanta’.”
“Reg, stop harassing the child before she doesn’t come at all,” Mama fussed as she playfully elbowed him out of the camera’s frame.
It was time to wrap it up before they started doing the most. “Alright, I gotta go. Love you both!”
“Love you, Jas,” Mama said, blowing a kiss at the camera before I ended the call.
I set my phone down as Cash walked into the kitchen. “Your parents?” he asked.
I nodded. “They are so pressed to meet you.”
I thought it’d take weeks to get everything in order, but three days after he showed me the place, my apartment was packed up, and the remainder of my lease was paid off.
Cash bought a few pieces of furniture to get us started, then handed me his black card and told me to buy whatever I needed to make the penthouse feel like home.
Of course, I let him pick out the art since that was his thing.
“We can go next week,” he said, loosening his tie.
“Just like that?” I asked skeptically.
“Just like that,” he replied and closed the distance between us. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug as he buried his face in my neck. “I never get tired of walking through that door and seeing you here.”
He kissed me softly as I ran my fingers over the back of his head. “Aw, what would your boys think if they saw you being a big softy right now?”
“Fuck them niggas,” he said with a low laugh. “They wish they had somebody like you to simp over.”
I leaned into his chest and smiled. Never in a million years did I think taking a nursing contract in Atlanta on a whim would lead me here—wrapped up in the arms of one of the most powerful men in the game.
Cash ruled everything—including my heart.