Page 43 of Kove and Xiah

“Yeah, I’m gonna buy it even though you really didn’t give a fuck about convincing me that it’s worth the money I’m about to spend.”

“I just sold you a house; why would I take you seriously?”

“Maybe I need a place to kick it when I don’t feel like being alone in that big ass house or maybe I just want to see your pretty smile because the way you’re grilling the fuck outta me damn sure ain’t doing it for me. Now you gon’ take my money or not?”

“You’re gonna buy this townhouse just to make me smile.”

“Yeah I am, but under one condition?”

Please don’t ask for sex because I’m going to say yes, then I’m going to feel terrible because I’m offering up my coochie for commissions…

“I feel like if I entertain this, I’m going to regret it.”

He laughed and yanked at his beard, smiling sexily after. “Shit, you might, but you also might enjoy it. Come here?”

“Is that the condition…”

“Nah, just come here.”

I moved closer and he dropped his hands to my waist and lifted me onto the counter before wedging his body between my legs. Kove placed his palms flat beside my legs and lowered his face so we were eye level.

“You want this sale? And I want your time.”

“I’m not sleeping with you so that you’ll buy this townhouse.”

He smiled smugly.

“Oh God, you really think I would have sex with you for a sale.”

“Nah, I don’t. Chill, man. What I want is a favor for a favor.”

“My pussy for a purchase?”

“Bruh, don’t reference your pussy unless you want me in it.” He yanked me forward and pressed his dick against her and she purred in approval of the contact.

“My agent and publicist have me committed to a lot of appearances over the next couple weeks. Some of it requires me to show up with someone. They have a list of potential women they’ve vetted and shit but I’m not feeling that. My one condition is that you be my plus one.”

“Me…” I squealed.

“Yeah, you.”

“You want to fake date me?”

His expression tensed and he shook his head. “Nah, that’s some shit my team would set up. That’s not what I want. You’re cool. I fucks with you heavy, and if I gotta be at this shit, I would rather be there with someone I’m comfortable with.”

“You’re comfortable with me or do you just like saying that since you were also comfortable with the house I sold you even after you had no real opinions about it?” I smiled, arching a brow.

“Did it feel comfortable when I was in your pussy? Because that’s how I remember things, so yeah, I’m comfortable with you.”

“Kove…” I slapped his arm and felt my face blaze.

“Answer the question.”

“No, and regardless, I can’t, sorry.”

“Can’t or won’t.”

“Can’t…” I paused with the reason on the tip of my tongue. Random sex with a stranger as one thing. Being the plus one for an NBA player who would undoubtedly be photographed while I’m in the middle of a divorce that my ex is avoiding was not a smart decision.