Page 6 of Lucci

And that was one of many reasons why I knew me and Kiandra could only go so far.

I didn’t give a damn about a big wedding if I got married, but I knew she would want one.

Her parents would refuse to be a part of it.

My people didn’t get along with her people, and we could never do anything as a unit.

My family welcomed her with open arms, but her people hated my guts, and I could live with that.

If we ever had kids, there would be tension.

If Kiandra left me, I’d wish her well and still take care of her just because I fucked with her the long way.

After all we’d been through, I’d really seem like a grade A asshole if I broke up with her.

So, until she came to her senses and decided to walk away from me, we were stuck together.

I pulled into the driveway of the home that I was meeting Breezy at.

I didn’t see any other cars, and I was ten minutes early, so I assumed she hadn’t arrived yet.

I was looking at houses on a whim, and when I saw one that I liked, I clicked on it.

The pictures were impressive as hell, and it was a new build.

No one had ever lived in it before. But what caught my eye more than the house was the fact that the realtor that had the listing was named Breezy.

I knew there wasn’t any way in hell that more than one Breezy lived in Diamond Cove.

That prompted me to go to her website and sure enough it was Ms. Hellcat Barbie herself.

I had no idea how long I’d been staring at her photo before I caught myself.

Filling out the form to view the house was almost a reflex because I put no thought into it.

The move was impulsive as hell. The house was dope as fuck, but I didn’t have legit income on paper to drop M’s on a house.

I wasn’t a creep, and I wasn’t a fan of wasting people’s time, so while I might not buy the home that I was about to tour, I had another proposition for Breezy.

Whether she would take me up on the offer or not would be entirely up to her.

My thoughts became consumed with wondering what living in the kind of home that sat before me would be like.

The house I helped Kiandra to get was nice but in comparison to the house that I was looking at, her shit was like a guest or pool house.

It began to really sink in that all the money in the world didn’t mean shit if it couldn’t be spent freely.

I didn’t have anything in my name thus, I had no credit.

I needed something to shake, so I could start getting the things that I wanted on my own terms and not having to get others to put shit in their name for me.

Walking into a bank to apply for a home loan with no job history, verifiable income, or record of paying taxes on the money I had would be a dummy mission.

The Feds would be at my door faster than I could blink.

I had to do shit the correct way. Kiandra didn’t even have the income on paper to be approved for a multi-million-dollar house.

Less than one year of mortgage payments combined was more than her yearly salary.

When I heard the roar of an engine my eyes shot to the clock on my dashboard.

I had been sitting for three minutes when that blue Hellcat pulled in behind my car.

Emerging from my car before she even shut her engine off, I ambled toward her vehicle.

Breezy shut the car off, and I reached for the handle to open her door.

With a smile on her face, Breezy exited the car dressed in nude, silk, slacks, a crème bodysuit, and black strappy heels.

Her short nails with French tips matched her pedicured toes.

The scent that wafted from the car with her tickled my senses as I attempted to decipher all them.

Vanilla….baby powder….something sweet. I had no clue what concoction she’d sprayed or rubbed into her skin, but the shit made her smell edible.

“Hi. Nice to see you again. You’re looking to purchase a home?” Breezy was in professional mode.

My gaze poured over her frame, but I appraised her as respectfully as possible.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” I stated when my gaze landed back on her face.

“On paper, I can’t buy shit. Especially not a house that cost a few million.

I was looking on a whim, and I recognized your name.

For the past few months, I’ve been playing with the idea of getting my real estate license.

It’s time for me to get on my grown man shit, and have something on paper that I can use to live life like normal people.

I’ve heard the test is no joke and that most people don’t pass it on the first try.

I’m not a fan of doing things more times than I have to.

Long story short, how much would you charge to mentor and tutor me? ”

Breezy’s brows hiked. Her weight shifted from one leg to the other. “Oh, okay I didn’t expect that. Ummmm,” I could see the wheels turning in her head.

Shorty was fine as hell and for a split second, I wondered if I was making a mistake.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t even know what to charge for something like that.”

“I heard that a person studying for the test should put in what? About eight hours a week?”

“There should definitely be at least two to three hours a day outside of the class studying. So, more than eight actually. There is a lot of information to retain. I had to read each chapter three to four times honestly. There are twenty plus chapters, and the information in all of them is important. There is a formula, however. Like we don’t know exactly what will be on the test, but there is more than likely more questions on certain chapters than others. ”

“Did you pass the test on the first try?”

“I did,” she gave a proud nod.

“Okay, so the class I registered for this morning is a six-week class. If you work with me three hours a week for the next six weeks, how about I give you $1,000 now and $1,000 when I’m done?”

Breezy’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out of her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut and raised her brows before opening her mouth for a second time. “That’s more than the actual class cost.”

“Time is money. I don’t expect you to assist me for free. I don’t mind paying for it because it’s an investment into my future. Once I become an agent and start making some money, we’ll come back, and I’ll actually be able to purchase a home and get you a commission.”

A smile split Breezy’s lips. “That sounds like a plan. “Since we’re here, we might as well go ahead and view the home. You can get your first lesson on showing a client a property.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Breezy sauntered past me, and I rubbed my chin as I followed her while trying to keep my eyes off her ass.

“What made you want to try real estate?” she tossed over her shoulder.

“I need something that I can make good money from. I’m aware that while the test is hard, being successful in real estate comes from who you know and not what you know.

I think I know enough people to get my foot in the door.

It’s not something I need to study for years, and it can be very lucrative. ”

Breezy nodded as she punched the code into the large padlock securing the door.

“That’s true. I come from a big family, and once I passed the test and got my license, my first few clients were friends of my relatives, members of their churches, their co-workers.

Most people look for realtors through references and word of mouth. ”

Breezy pushed the door open, and we stepped over the threshold.

I could tell from the foyer alone that the rest of the house would be impressive as hell.

I listened intently as Breezy went over all of the houses’ features, amenities, and appliances as if she’d given the spiel a thousand times before.

There was a good chance I wasn’t the first person that she’d shown the house to, but it had only been on the market for five days.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out that Breezy was good at what she did.

She wouldn’t be a bad person to learn from at all.

The house was equally as impressive. I’d never stepped foot in a home that cost a few million, and I was motivated to get one of my own.

I couldn’t say by any means necessary because that robbing, scamming, selling drugs, etc. was dead.

If real estate didn’t work, then I’d have to come up with a plan B. When Breezy had shown me the entire house and the garage, she pivoted and faced me. “What do you think?”

“I feel like it’s something that I can do if I put my mind to it. I start class Monday. The classes are Monday’s and Wednesdays. Maybe we can meet on Friday’s?”

“That works for me. We may have to alternate times depending on whether or not I have to do a tour, have an open house, closing, inspection, or any appointments.”

“Understood. I have your email address; I can hit you there.”

“I have some business cards in the car. You can just shoot me a text message Thursday morning to confirm a time.”

I nodded my understanding and walked to my car while she locked the door. I reached inside my glove compartment and grabbed the money I had tucked away. After counting out $1,000 I emerged from the car and waited for Breezy to get the business card out of her car.

“Thank you,” she accepted the money with a smile.

We parted ways, and I drove home hoping that I wasn’t making a mistake.

I wanted to believe that I was disciplined enough to be in the presence of an attractive woman without the urge to fuck her dominating my thoughts.

It was always business over personal shit, and I needed the real estate thing to work out.

If it didn’t, I might get my CDL’s, but something had to give.

When I arrived at home, I was glad that Kiandra’s car was the only one in the driveway.

About time her bitch ass family went home.

I was trying to be nice because I did feel guilty about her getting shot, but there was only so much that I could take.

I entered the living room, and it was quiet with the television off, so I walked up the stairs.

Kiandra was in bed watching something on Netflix.

Her gaze drifted in my direction. “Hey.” Her tone was low and lazy, and I knew she’d probably taken a pain pill.

“What’s up? You hungry? You need me to bring you anything?”

Kiandra shook her head. “I had some soup about an hour ago.”

I remained in the doorway. Things in the house were awkward and tense. I wasn’t used to feeling uncomfortable in my own home. Technically, it was Kiandra’s home, but I paid the mortgage every month.

“Why are you just standing there?” she slurred her words. She was fighting her sleep and losing the battle.

I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I asked one of my own. “Why do you stay with me, Kiandra?’

Her eyes widened a bit, and she sat up in bed. “Huh? Why are you asking me that?”

“You know everything that your parents say is true. You can do better than me. Maybe you getting evicted wasn’t that big of a deal, but you got shot, Ki. I just don’t understand why you aren’t with a man that’s more your speed.”

The last thing I expected was for tears to spill over her eyelids.

“I don’t understand why people just won’t let me be happy.

Every other day someone is telling me not to be with you.

I’m kind of used to it from them, but now you’re joining in.

I’m with you because I love you. Why is that so hard to understand? Do you want me to break up with you?”

My heart sank, and I moved closer to the bed. “I asked you a simple question. It wasn’t my intention to get you all worked up. I didn’t mean to upset you. Get some rest, baby.” I kissed her forehead, and Kiandra laid back down.

Suddenly, I was annoyed, and I didn’t know why. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on before undressing. It was ironic that I cuffed Kiandra because she was loyal. But in that very moment, I was annoyed, because she wouldn’t decide that she deserved better and leave me alone.