Page 92 of Surrender to Love

“Nigga,” I utter as we head to the stairs. I let Kyrah walk ahead of me so I can watch and grab her ass. “I hope we’re watching something scary so I can have you all over me screaming. You cutting a nigga off after this week,” I scoff.

She’s on some crazy bullshit that we need a week apart before the ceremony so when we see each other, it will be more memorable. I don’t agree with that at all but I’m not trying to argue either because she deserves to have our day exactly how she wants.

“Nothing scary. We can’t wake Niya up,” she says.

Over the next four days, Tre and Deuce actually get fitted for their tuxes and Kyrah finally relaxes. I tease her about being a crazy bride-to-be but she’s far from that. Between the planner, her girls, Shuga, and her mom, everything is handled. She even picked a dress, but no one, especially me, can see until our day.

Since this is my last day with her before we do her crazy week of separation, I’m about to leave the shop and kidnap her from the school and take her to The Metropolitan for the night. Her girls will keep her busy next week leading up to the wedding, so they can miss their Friday night thing and let me spend time with her.

This week is going to be hard as shit. Not having her soft body on me when I sleep, not being able to kiss her pretty as lips, and not being able to bury myself deep inside her sweet pussy is going to damn near kill my addicted ass. I don’t know how I’m going to make it, real shit, which is why I came in at six to finish up the Range and Cadillacs I promised would be ready today.

“Boss man,” Niko calls out after he pulls the Wrangler into the bay. “Ay. I can open tomorrow and show the newbie what’s up.”

“Brandon. His name is Brandon and ’preciate that. Black is closing and Ion know what time I’m coming in yet. You opening is perfect.”

I hired the two extra mechanics I wanted, LeShawn and Brandon. LeShawn started on the first of the month and he’s full-time. Brandon’s only working Monday afternoons, Fridays, and Saturdays and tomorrow’s his first day. I no longer have to work over forty hours a week but next week I probably will just to keep myself occupied while my baby’s on strike.

“I got you. You looked out for me and I owe you and your brother,” Niko says.

“You don’t owe me shit. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m 'bout to head out though. Hit me if you need me,” I say, then walk to the office.

After grabbing the keys to my bike and my cell, I hop on my ride and go to the crib. Kyrah has no idea I’m coming to scoop her for the rest of the day. We have dinner plans later but that’s too many fucking hours away.

Once I’m showered and shaved, I rub oil on my beard and hair, keeping with my wave pattern, get dressed, and throw some shit in my duffle for the hotel. As soon as I’m in my truck, I text her.

Me: How’s your day, baby?

Baby: Going by too slow. I’m ready for tonight.

Me: I’m ready for you too.

Baby: I’m leaving at 4 so I’ll be ready before 7.

Baby: Gotta go. My Zoom call is about to start. Ily

Me: I love you more

It’s right after noon when I make it to Crescent Falls. My first stop is the flower shop for her favorite, lilies, and balloons, then I hit up Seasonal Sweets and grab a strawberry bouquet. It has chocolate and caramel dipped strawberries. I check into the hotel next and take everything upstairs to our suite for the night. I wanted to do something special to the room for her, but I just don’t have that in me, so I place the strawberries in the fridge and center the lilies on the table in the living room area then let the balloons go. They fly to the ceiling and I leave them there.

Ain’t shit fancy about this but it’s me and one of the main reasons I love Kyrah so much is that she appreciates anything I do. I can truly say she loves me, all of me, and holds me down. If I’m having a stressful day, she’ll hop on my bike with me and just ride. Wherever I take her, she’ll go, no questions asked. She rocks with me no matter what and I love that shit and her.

About thirty minutes after getting the suite set up, I reach campus, park in a visitor spot behind her building, then walk in. I check in with the security desk and tell him I have an appointment with the dean and he points me toward her office. I’m stopped again by a lady sitting behind a large, round desk.

“Good afternoon. How can I help you?” she asks with a smile.

“Lexie,” I begin and her eyebrows raise in obvious shock because we’ve never met in person, only over the phone. “I’m Shiro and I’m here to surprise her for lunch,” I say and nod toward the closed door with the brass Dr. Kyrah Morris - Dean sign on it. Her eyebrows drop and her smile gets bigger.

“Now I don’t have to wait until the wedding. Nice to finally meet you. She’s going to be so happy to see⁠—”

“Leave!” Kyrah’s voice cuts through Lexie’s and she looks back at the door while I step in that direction. “Get out of my office!”

“Who’s in there?” I ask as my hand grips the handle.

“Her ex,” Lexie says apologetically.

The fuck is he doing here!

Not even a second passes before the door is open and I’m inside with my arm around this nigga’s neck.