Page 32 of Ruger

I looked behind me and walked over to the door. When I opened it, there was a black garment bag hanging inside the closet and a black box below it on the floor. I looked at the gold embroidery that readInfinity Beyondon the bag and almost choked. Excitement rushed through me as I unzipped the bag and looked at the black silk dress that had a deep, plunging neckline. I scooped up the box and opened it, finding black Infinity Beyond three-inch sandals with silk straps.

"You didn't!" I squealed.

"I did," he countered, leaning against the desk, texting on his phone. "I need you to get dressed. Our reservation is in forty-five minutes, and it's going to take us thirty minutes to get across town."

I was speechless. Never had anyone bought me anything like this in all my years. Ghana bought me nice things, but it was never this expensive. I don't know what I did to make this mean man drop a bag on me, but whatever it was, I liked it.

"Chop, chop, Mona."

"Mekai... I don't know how I should receive this. I don't want to think it's more than what it is?—"

"Didn't I just tell you we go together? What is there more to figure out?"

"Did you ask me to be your girlfriend?"

"That was already established when I tasted that pussy."

"So, sex made you want to claim me?"

"I fucked with you before we even had sex. The moment I removed that sackcloth from your head, I was already trying to work on myself to be able to give you what I knew you needed — commitment, fidelity, and the queen treatment. There was no way after seeing you that I couldn't stop seeing you. You being at my loft and at my house was my way of showing you that. I don't let nobody in my space. Nobody. I'm letting you know right now that I'm on yo' top. You may need to evaluate me because I'm crazy as fuck about you already."

I blushed. Fucking blushed at this man telling me he was crazy. I may need to evaluate my damn self for even feeling giddy about him staking claims on me.

"Let's get it, baby. We can tell each other all of our dark secrets over dinner. If you want to bail after that, I'll respect it."

I looked at him and nodded. "Okay." I took the garment bag out of the closet, grabbed the heels, then headed to the bathroom to change to go on a date withmyman.

I heldKenzi's hand as we walked inside Santana's. I was trying to show some restraint when she walked out of that bathroom with this fucking dress on, but I couldn't. Kenzi oozed a natural sex appeal that put the dancing chick Josie to shame. From her natural hair to her natural walk, all of it appealed to me. Her pussy was top-tier, and what really took me over the ledge was when she sucked my dick down her throat. There was no way I wouldn't blow a bag on her or stake my claim.

I wasn't worried about her not being receptive to me claiming her because I was confident there was no other nigga in the shadows. Her phone was dry as shit unless she was talking to Ghana or whom she called her fairy godmother, Ms. Betty. She and Wes had become good friends, too, and of course, Jax's bitchass had already made her family. Sage and Sadè adored her, so there was no way she was going anywhere. My family loved hard because of my father. He was the meaning of the word if I had to describe it.

"Hey, pooh! Look at you. Shutting shit down!" Weslei said, coming from the back and walking over to us. Kenzi laughed and hugged her.

"Hey, Lei Lei."

"Oh, and you blinged her out? Brother, I am scared of you."

"Stop it." Kenzi blushed.

"Babe, look at this. Your brother has gone stupid for my girl," Weslei noted, waving Jax over when he emerged from the back.

"He's been stupid for her since the first time he laid eyes on her."

"Are y'all gon' show us to our seats, or should we go somewhere else?"

"Calm down, mean ass. Zizi, you look beautiful," Jax complimented, kissing her cheek.

"Thank you, Jaxsie!"

"This pet name shit is killing me," I voiced, shaking my damn head.

"Come on, let me show y'all to y'all table."

We followed Jaxson to a corner booth in the back of the restaurant, with Kenzi sliding in first, and I slid in behind her. I looked around the restaurant and smiled. My brother used the money my father left him and did what he always wanted to do. There were photos of our father and us with him when we were kids placed strategically around the building. The ambiance and food were why this place stayed crowded, and you had to make reservations just to get a table. It was the same with Honor Thy Food.The nigga's hands were blessed, but he couldn't do it all, so he hired the best chefs to help him execute the recipes and menu to a T.

"I love coming here. It's so beautiful."

"Yeah, bro did his big one for sure."