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I woke up feeling satisfied in ways I never thought possible on top of being well-rested. My body felt loose, warm, and relaxed but the deep ache between my thighs served as a reminder of exactly what Legend had done to me.

I stretched against the cool sheets and then the smell hit me. Sausage. Butter. Maple syrup. Coffee.

My stomach growled instantly, the undeniable pull of hunger waking me up fully. But before I could even get up, I heard Legend’s voice.

That deep, smooth, and unbothered tone as he talked business on the phone. I furrowed my brows, listening.

“Nah, I need that fucking wire sent by noon.”

A pause.

“Yeah, double it. And make sure the contracts are in order before I sign off.”

Another pause, then a low, satisfied chuckle.

“You know I don’t like mistakes. Handle that shit.”

I bit my lip, curious, intrigued, and completely unashamed that I was eavesdropping. The way he sounded so in control and powerful like he had an entire empire in the palm of his hand and the world bent to his will.

I sat up, wrapping myself in the plush white sheets, and padded barefoot toward the doorway, following the scent of food as I’d done before. When I stepped into the kitchen, I nearly lost my breath. Legend was at the stove again. Only this time, he was naked and beautiful. His dark, tattooed skin stretched over powerful muscles, his back flexing with every movement.

And that damn devil dick was hanging heavy. I swallowed hard, my thighs clenching involuntarily. As if he could feel my eyes on him, he glanced over his shoulder, his full lips tilting into that knowing, lazy smirk before he winked. I exhaled sharply, my breath catching in my throat, but before I could say anything, he motioned toward me with his free hand.

Then, still holding the phone to his ear, he mouthed, “Take it off.”

I narrowed my eyes, playfully rolling them, clutching the sheets tighter around me. Legend arched a dark, daring brow, still stirring the eggs, still talking big money business like he wasn’t over here demanding I be naked.

“Yeah, I’ll approve the transfer, just get it done.”

Then, looking directly at me, he mouthed again, “Now.”

I huffed out a soft, amused breath, knowing damn well he wouldn’t let this go. So, slowly, deliberately, teasingly, I let the sheets drop to the floor, standing completely naked in his kitchen.

Legend’s eyes flicked over me, pleased. Then, still smirking, he gestured for me to take a seat at the island. “Aight bet. Send me the final numbers, I’ll look over them.”

I shook my head, biting back a smile, and sat down at the island, watching as he plated up breakfast like he hadn’t just made me strip naked while he probably closed a multi-million-dollar deal. After another few minutes, he finally hung up, setting his phone on the counter and pouring us both mimosas.

“You enjoy the show?”

he smirked, handing me a glass.

I lifted a brow, taking a sip. “You’re crazy.”

“And yet, you still listened to me.”

“You’re impossible to ignore.”

I scoffed, beginning to eat the maple sausages and the perfectly cooked, buttery pancakes.

Legend chuckled, taking a seat beside me, watching me as I dug into my food. We ate in comfortable silence for a moment before I finally asked the question burning in my mind. “I gotta ask you something."

Legend tilted his head. “I was waiting for it.”

Setting my fork down, I finally asked, “Do you do... this... often? This whole… experience. The ‘let me throw money at your dreams and blow your back out in the process’ experience.”

His smirk deepened but there was something deeper behind his eyes. “You don’t believe me when I say your ass is special, do you?”

I exhaled, shrugging slightly. “I just… I’m not stupid, Legend. You clearly have money. Access. You could have any woman. Hell, every woman. So, tell me. Please.”

Legend leaned back, taking a slow sip of his mimosa before setting it down. “Occassionally, I invest in women. I help them as I see fit,”

he admitted, watching my reaction carefully. “Physically. Financially. Sexually. However they need.”

I swallowed, my stomach tightening slightly. “So I’m not the first?”

“No.”

A small, strange sting settled in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. “But I meant what I said, Honey. You are different. I fucks with you,”

Legend added smoothly, pinning me with his gaze. “You’re not just taking what I’m offering. You’re questioning that shit. That tells me you’re built for more.”

I let that sit between us for a moment before taking another sip of my mimosa. “Why aren’t you taken?” I asked.

“Because I don’t belong to anyone.”

“That’s a cop-out answer.”

“Is it?”

he challenged, his eyes dancing with amusement.

I shook my head. “You don’t believe in love?”

“I believe in control,”

he said calmly. “And love, the way most people define it, is uncontrollable.”

I frowned slightly, something about that answer unsettling me. “So you’ve never been in love?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking,”

he admitted.

“That’s sad.”

Legend chuckled. “That’s survival, baby.”

We stared at each other for a moment, the air between us thick, unspoken things hovering in the silence. Then, he pushed his plate aside, stretching lazily. “Aight. Let’s talk about today.”

I blinked, shaking off whatever was settling in my chest. “What’s the plan?”

“First, I’m sending you to the spa for the ultimate relaxation package.”

I perked up. “The ultimate package, huh?”

“Full body massage, facial, sauna, the works,”

he listed, watching me with a smirk. “I want you relaxed and pampered.”

I smiled despite myself. “That actually sounds perfect.”

“I know.”

“Then what?”

“After that, we’ll meet for lunch at one of my favorite spots.”

“And tonight?”

“Tonight, we’re gonna have a night on the beach. Just us. Smoking, vibing, talking.”

“And then?”

His eyes darkened, his devilish smirk displaying. “And then I’m gonna claim that pussy one final time.”

A sharp heat shot through my core, my breath hitching involuntarily. Legend chuckled, finishing his mimosa. “Eat up, sweetheart,”

he murmured, standing up and leaning down to kiss my lips. “You’re gonna need the energy.”

I finished my breakfast, sipping the last of my mimosa, still lingering in my thoughts.

About him.

About today. About what would happen when this weekend was over. Legend had a way of planting himself in my mind, in my body, in my damn soul, without even trying. And I wasn’t sure I knew how to shake him.

I watched as he moved around the kitchen, rinsing off his plate, his tattooed back flexing. Dick swinging. Heavy. “What time am I heading to the spa?”

I asked, stretching lazily in my seat.

“In an hour,”

he said, turning toward me, smirking as he leaned against the counter. I turned on my heel, heading toward the bedroom, but before I could get too far, Legend spoke again. “Honey.”

I stopped, glancing over my shoulder. “Don’t think too much today,” he said, his voice smooth, unshaken.

I tilted my head. “Who said I was thinking?”

“You are,”

he countered. “You’re already in your head about tomorrow. Don’t be. Just enjoy today.”

I pressed my lips together, holding his gaze, something tight curling in my stomach. He was right and I hated that he could read me that easily. “Fine,”

I muttered, turning back toward the bedroom. “But only because I want that spa package, not because you told me to.”

Legend chuckled. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, baby.”