I sat in my blacked-out Denali Yukon in Hayven’s driveway for a few more moments before I got out and knocked on her door. When she did open the door, all I saw was red.
“Where the fuck are your clothes, Hayven?” I asked, pushing her out of the doorway, closing and locking the door behind me.
Hayven was standing before me in a purple towel that was too small to cover her curvy frame.
“I was just getting out of the shower when you started knocking, and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. Plus, my spirit told me it was you, or else I would’ve put some clothes on.”
“Your spirit? Don’t open the door like that again. Me or not. Go put some clothes on. I’ll be on the couch.”
She nodded and turned to walk upstairs. I knew I shouldn’t have watched her go upstairs. Her ass was peeking out the bottom of her towel. I groaned and adjusted myself. I made my way to the living room, and while I waited for her to come back down, I sent my homie, Matthew Harrell, or H as we call him, a text.
Me: I need you to put in an alarm
H: When? Where?
Me: Now. I’ll send you the address
“What brings you by?”
Hayven was now wearing a black V-neck shirt, black leggings, and purple socks on her feet.
“I’m returning your phone,” I said, extending my hand with her phone in it.
“I was looking for this last night. Thanks for bringing it back.”
“No problem. My homie, H, is going to come by and install your alarm system. We can go to breakfast while he does.”
I watched her face ball up into the scowl she wore yesterday when I told her that I threw the pictures of her and her fuck boy ex out. She was cute when she was mad. I’m sure this look may have been intimidating to children, but Hayven didn’t scare me.
“I see you didn’t get the memo yesterday. Can you try asking me what I want instead of making decisions for me?” she asked before getting up and attempting to walk away.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me as I stood from the couch. “I see I ain’t the only one who didn’t get the memo yesterday. It wasn’t my intention to take away your choice about the alarm, but I want you safe and if that’s wrong, then so be it. I’m not apologizing for that.”
She relaxed against my chest a little, but her breathing picked up. I could feel how fast her heart was beating because of how close we were. It probably didn’t help that my mans was saluting her.
“Relax, Shorty.”
“I am relaxed.”
“Then why is your heart beating so fast?”
Her maple brown cheeks turned rosy red, and that made me smile. I’d never seen a woman react to me the way Shorty was. Most women who approached me were confident and knew exactly what they wanted, not that I was offering anything more than a hard dick and a few orgasms.
Hayven, on the other hand, was reserved and had an innocence about her, which also told me something else. Her ex wasn’t taking care of her in the bedroom.
She pulled away from me. “How long before your friend gets here?”
“Probably a few minutes.”
“Okay. I’ll go put on clothes.”
“You’re fine the way you are, Hayven.”
“Can I at least brush my hair?”
I chuckled. “Yea, Shorty.”
She nodded before disappearing upstairs. A few moments later, there was a knock on the front door. I knew it was H, but I asked anyway.
“Who is it?”
“Open the door, muhfucka.”
I opened the door. “I know Ms. Pat raised you betta.”
He waved me off. “When you get a new spot?”
“It’s not mine. It’s a friend’s.”
“This friend must be a woman.”
“Mind ya’ business.”
“You are my business. What kind of package?”
“Deluxe. Cameras outside, in the garage, doorbell, and in the house. Just not in any of the bedrooms or bathrooms. Put motion-sensor lights outside.”