Page 9 of Suleem and Yahzi (D-Ville Projects #1)

“Because I have work to do and I want you out there with me but I can’t have you around these muthafuckers like that or I’m gonna lose my entire staff. Well, everyone except Jordie but she would probably try you too. Jordie be on some other shit.”

“Who’s Jordie?”

“One of my mechanics. No, I didn’t fuck her. No, I don’t want to. Yes, she’s fuckable but I don’t shit where I sleep. More importantly, Jordie is cold with her skills so I would never fuck that up for a quick nut.”

Yahzi’s mouth dropped open then she grilled the fuck out of me, making me laugh as I approached and lifted the coveralls.

I shook them out and motioned for her to come to me.

“I’m just laying that shit out so we don’t have to do this out there in front of everyone.

You won’t ever question your position in my life with an audience.

If we have cracks, we mend them shits in the privacy of our home, never with eyes on us. ”

She smiled slowly and let her teeth sink into her lip while I helped her into the coveralls. I zipped the front and grinned at how cute she looked. They were big as hell because they were purchased to accommodate me but her thick ass body was still present and visible.

“If I don’t like her or think she wants to fuck you, I’m firing her.”

“Bet, but if you do, you better know how to replace a carburetor or change a timing belt. I’m not losing money because your hardheaded ass don’t trust that the only pretty face I see and body I crave is yours.”

I gripped the side of her neck, delivered a kiss, and left my office.

Yahzi followed me and we entered bay three where the Range Rover Sport I was doing a full wrap on waited.

I had done most of it and only had to work on the area with deep curves and contours that required more time and focus before trimming the excess and reassembling what I had to remove to get the job done properly, like the lights and wheels.

“You did this?” Yahzi approached the Range Rover Sport. They wanted a matte black with a color change showing midnight blue depending on how the lights hit it. The job was for a Royals player who lived in Crescent Falls.

“Why you sound so surprised?” I moved behind her and dropped my arms around her waist, bringing Yahzi’s body to mine.

“I’m not. Well, I guess I am because this is a whole thing and you never talked about it. You can’t just wake up one day and know how to do stuff like this.”

“Yo ass is cutting hair and never talked to me about that,” I joked and she rolled her eyes, turning to face me but leaning against the side of the truck.

“I was too grown to not be doing something productive with my life and had bills. I also didn’t just wake up one day and magically know how to cut hair. Trust me, those thousand hours still haunt me.” She pouted, looking cute as hell.

“Your bills could have been paid with a phone call you refused to make.” I made sure our eyes met when I made that statement. “And I learned how to wrap vehicles from someone based in LA. I was out there for a couple weeks at their shop and picked up a few things.”

“You went to LA?”

“Again, why the hell you sound so surprised?”

“You’re not a travel to LA, or hell, anywhere for that matter, type of person.”

I moved closer, bent my neck, and kissed her. “Circumstances change, causing people to move differently. You’re my circumstance and I’m moving in a way that benefits us both. Now unless you’re helping me finish this up, I need you to chill over there.”

She grinned. “I get to watch you work. I think I might like that.”

“Bruh, move your ass so I can get this done and we can be up out of here.”

I spent the next three hours finalizing the details while Yahzi kept me company.

This was all I needed in my life. A woman giving me her time and energy without wanting shit from me in return.

A woman I could trust with my entire being who wasn’t afraid to stand ten toes down on holding me accountable for my bullshit because she wanted good things for me.

When Yahzi first left, I was seeing red. The anger and rage that remained on rotation in my head and flooded my body caused me to do a lot of dangerous shit. My aunt saw that darkness and jacked my ass up to set me straight.

She talked, I listened, but through her love and wisdom I realized I wasn’t angry with Yahzi. I was fucking hurt. She left me. We both lost a child and had to navigate that alone. I was also destroyed because I caused her pain and broke parts of her heart that I would never be able to repair.

That was one of the main reasons I gladly gave her mine. I would never love anyone the way I loved her. No other woman could challenge the loyalty that would forever belong to Yahzi. Her ass hadn’t been home twenty-four hours and I already felt whole.

“Is it done?” She smiled, walking around the truck.

“Yeah, it’s done, what you think?”

“It’s pretty.”

“You want one?”

She grinned, opening the driver’s door and peeking inside like she was inspecting my work. Shit was cute as fuck.

“No, this isn’t really my vibe. It’s sexy though.”

“Bruh, don’t call another man’s whip sexy around me.”

Yahzi smiled over her shoulder and closed the door. “It’s a truck. It can be sexy.”

“A truck that belongs to a nigga who isn’t yours, so nah, that’s not the word you need to use.”

“It’s skillfully customized by my man but still not my thing.”

She eased her arms around my waist and lifted her chin to look up at me. My mouth met hers before I cupped her ass. “Nah, this ain’t your vibe but I got something for you. Come on.”

“Where we going?”

“Out back. I want to show you something.”

She got giddy as hell when I lifted the bay and we walked out into the bright ass sun that had us both squinting. I crossed the back lot to my private garage and keyed the code to enter through the side door instead of opening the main door. As soon as we stepped inside, her eyes lit up.

“Whose is this?”

“You like it?”

It was a 1980 Porsche 911 Carrera.

“You know I do, that’s my dream car. Why would you tease me like this?

” She pouted then went right to it, opening the driver’s door and settling behind the steering wheel.

I watched her checking everything out, looking beautiful as hell because she was in love to the point where I was almost jealous.

“All the mechanics should be done in a couple more weeks. The new seats and dash will be here in a few days. Once all that’s in place, I’m gon’ do my thing with it.”

“You’re customizing this?”

“Yeah. Hunter green.”

Her head turned to me so damn fast her brain had to have knocked against that damn skull.

“Oh that’s mean. Why would you agree to that? Does the owner want to sell it?”

“I hope not since I bought this shit for her.”

She grilled the fuck out of me when I walked over and eased into the passenger seat but then she smiled, leaned across the console, and kissed me. “Thank you.”

“The fuck you thanking me for?”

“You said bought it for her . This is mine.”

“You sure 'bout that?”

“As sure as I am that you’re not crazy enough to buy my dream car for another woman and sleep next to me at night. That would be very dangerous to your health.”

I chuckled just as Jordie entered the garage. “It’s pretty, right?”

Yahzi nodded and studied Jordie for a minute.

Jordie was tall as hell, slim as fuck but toned.

She had one side of her head shaved and long ass blue braids on the rest of her head.

Jordie was pretty with thin eyes and dick sucking lips.

Of the six guys that worked here, I was the only one who hadn’t tried to fuck her.

“Yahzi, right? It’s nice to finally meet the woman who inspired the car. I’ve been working on this beauty for over three months now.” Jordie stuck her hand out to my baby who accepted but cut her eyes at me with a “you better not have fucked her” glare.

“You’re restoring this?” she then directed at Jordie.

Yahzi got out and stepped in front of Jordie who nodded. “Yeah, well just the mechanics. Leem is doing the rest but I promise I know what I’m doing. I’m sure you already know he wouldn’t have let me touch it if I didn’t.” Jordie grinned and looked at me.

“Thank you. I can’t wait to drive it.”

“You working on this today?” I asked after I got out and rounded the car, stepping up behind Yahzi. I draped my arm around her waist and pulled her body to mine.

“Not until later. I just saw the door open and Bowie told me she was with you so I figured y’all were out here.”

“Oh aight, we’re about to head out. Can you make sure Yagi gets the Range cleaned up? They should be here before we close to pick it up. If they have any questions, hit my line.”

“Got it, boss.” She did a two-finger salute then focused on Yahzi. “I’m glad you’re home. Maybe now his ornery ass will stop threatening to fire all of us every day.” I smirked, knowing wasn’t shit gon’ change with that. Every fucking body who worked here tried my patience.

After Jordie left, I unzipped the coveralls Yahzi was in and helped her out of them before I removed mine.

“Come on so I can feed you. What you wanna eat?”

“Umm, you choose.”

“I see ain’t shit changed with that either.”

She smiled and shrugged. We used to argue all the damn time about deciding what to eat only for me to choose, order, or pull up then Yahzi saying she wanted something else. Shit got on my damn nerves but I never fucking complained.

When we were back in my Jeep, she turned to me, grinning like a damn fool but not saying anything.

“What’s up, Yah?”

“You bought my dream car.”

“Didn’t I give you my word that I would one day?”

She nodded. “Aight then.”

That was all that needed to be said.