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I chuckled, kneeled down, and lifted her panties, white lace, which I shoved in my pocket and got in the driver's seat. Scotlyn climbed in my lap and her mouth was on mine before I could get the door shut. While she kissed me, she unbuckled my pants and had my dick in her hand before she sank down, making both of us moan.

"Celebration sex is a much better option," she said before she began riding me with the same attention to detail she showed in that damn commission meeting. But this time I was going to be the one walking away with a win.

nineteen

Scotlyn.

Me: Dinner tonight?

Tezni: ??

Me: I'm taking you to dinner.

Tezni: If you're in town, I'm going to be happy and pissed.

Me: Why pissed?

Tezni: Because you should have warned me.

Instead of texting back, I called.

"Why would I need to warn you?"

"So I can be prepared, hoe. You can't just pull up on me. I have a life." I could hear the smile in her voice so I smiled too.

"I am your life, Tez. Just say you missed me and pick where you want to go for dinner. My treat."

"It's definitely your treat because I'm out here fighting for my life."

I grinned wider. "Can I help?"

"No but things are actually better. I have some new clients and have been invited to do a seminar at this new hair school that just opened."

I smiled, genuinely happy for her. "Tez, that's great. Are you excited?"

"I'm excited about how much they're paying me."

I laughed and glanced out the window. "I'll take that. We're celebrating tonight, so pick wherever you want to go and shoot me a text."

"I will but why are you home? Is everything okay?"

I sank back into the seat. "I wish. My father is my father."

"Shit, what did he do now?"

"He called an emergency board meeting to try and take control of my property."

"Can he do that?"

"The meeting, yes, and pending how the board members vote, he can possibly force me to partner with Whitney International if I want to use my name."

"What do you mean use your name?"

"Whitney is a brand, and even though I'm doing this on my own, I won't be able to attach Whitney to it."

"You are a Whitney, Scot. How the hell does that even work?"

"It doesn't, which is why he's doing this. My father knows it complicates things for me."