Page 47 of Nothing Like Your Ex

His dick twitched hearing her talk like that. “And they never will ‘cause I’ma always keep shit G with you. I’m glad you telling a nigga how you really feel, though.”

“Why?” Kwinn wondered.

“‘Cause we got a flight to catch in a few days, and I can’t have you way across the world halfway liking a nigga,” Melo joked.

Hopping off the dick for once, Kwinn rolled over. “Out of the country? Where in the world are you taking me?”

Snickering, Melo kissed her lips. “If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Just know you gon’ love where we going.”

“Malone,” Kwinn fussed as he climbed out of the bed. “That’s not fair. I don’t even know what I should pack!”

“Your suitcase is already packed, luv. Ask Saiko,” he said, tossing her ringing phone onto the bed before walking into the bathroom.

Swiping her finger across the screen, Kwinn laid back down. “Hello.”

“Bitch, I got some dick so good this morning, I just know I’ma have the best day of my life,” Saiko said, not offering a greeting, but was smiling big on the other end.

Laughing, Kwinn felt the same. “Well, good morning to you, too, Sunshine. Care to share from whom?”

“Eh. I’d rather keep it on the low for now. Just know… that big dick ballin’ shit runs in the crew. Whew!” she exclaimed. “Make a bitch want to sing. Join a choir or something. Was this how you were feeling in the booth?”

Kwinn cackled loudly. “Please, shut the hell up.”

“I’m just saying,” Saiko tittered. “But for real. Good morning. Are you up and at ‘em? You leave in a few days and need to get that wig split. I mean, if it hasn’t already gotten split this morning.”

Kwinn smirked. “I’m laying her freshly fucked and honestly want to go back to sleep. But I’ma get up. I was wondering why Moo texted me, asking if I needed to come in today.”

Their stylist, Moo, was always booked, but they’d been her clients for years. It was nothing to pull up on her at the crib if it came down to it.

“Mhm. We have everything ready to go. I don’t know, sis. I’m really liking this nigga for you, but I’ma keep it cool just in case.”

They shared a laugh, knowing things may look differently days, weeks, or months from now. Kwinn felt in her heart that they wouldn’t, though. And despite the blogs with their messy asses, who’d been posting about her, Melo, and Jabari for weeks now, nothing was going to interfere with her happiness.

“Yeah, I’m liking him too. This man is shitting with my bathroom door open,” Kwinn whispered, eyeing the door. “You know I’m feeling him.”

“Girl, tell that nigga to close the door! Stankin’ ass!” Saiko yelled, laughing.

Kwinn chuckled. “He can’t hear you. But since you like this man for me so much, can you at least give me a hint of where he’s taking me?”

“Nope. I’m not ruining it with your nosy self. I’ll let you know once I see your location is at the airport,” Saiko said.

“Fine.” Kwinn huffed. “You better hope I bring you a gift back, heffa.”

“Oh. You gon’ bring me more than a gift, honey. It’ll be something much more than money can buy. Trust me.”

If Saiko would’ve told her she’d be catching a flight and waking up in Paris, Kwinn wouldn’t have believed her. Not because the idea was far-fetched, but because a man… her generous-ass man had planned and executed every detail of their trip. From the flights to the hotel, and even down to the shopping spree she had at Chanel, Melo had orchestrated everything.

It didn’t hit Kwinn until she was sipping her glass of champagne that they didn’t visit the Chanel store while in California for a reason. Always with a trick up his sleeve, Melo wanted her to experience the first Chanel store to ever exist. There was truly nothing more romantic, so Kwinn thought.

“You wanna know something?” she asked as they rode to their next destination of the day.

They’d just eaten the most delicious breakfast, and Melo claimed to have another surprise for her. He just didn’t stop, but Kwinn wasn’t complaining. Sitting side by side with his arm around her waist, Melo rubbed her exposed thigh. He loved the outfit she was wearing. The sleeveless cream-and-black pinstriped mini dress had a corset-like fit that accentuated her waist. Underneath, she wore a sheer white organza button-down with a few buttons undone to create a deep neckline. Kwinn was having a Clueless moment, channeling her inner Alicia Silverstone.

“What’s that?” Melo asked.

“You promised to spoil me and haven’t let up since.”

He smirked and kissed her cheek. “I’m a man of my word.”