Page 4 of Surrender Your Heart (Surrender #2)

Montserrat looked like a dream come true.

The island sat off the southern coast.

Private.

Exclusive. Technically unlisted. No tourists. No social media tags. Just white sand, luxury villas, imported chefs, a top-shelf bar carved into the rocks, lavish restaurants, and a team that moved on silent cues and six-figure NDAs. It was all mine… and Ronin’s, my oldest business partner.

I didn’t consider myself to have best friends, but he was my nigga.

A rich-ass, risk-taking, loyalty-optional muthafucka who did what he wanted and never brought the same woman around twice.

He was married, technically, but the ring stayed in the safe, and his mouth stayed on somebody else’s pussy. He’d be on the island in a few hours, along with a few of my other business associates.

This trip wasn’t all for pleasure.

It was a money move, and in between business, I planned on making Honey drip.

Just the thought of her had my dick hard as I walked through the villa barefoot, eyes scanning every detail like I always did. Polished marble floors. White linen curtains dancing with the wind. Outdoor shower freshly scrubbed. Rose petals laid in the deep soaking tub per my instructions. Candles. Champagne chilling. Fridge stocked. Sheets fresh. Vibrators and silk ropes in the nightstand.

“Mr.

Waters, everything has been taken care of.

The canopy as well. Is she bringing a guest?”

My head of staff asked, lifting a brow.

“Nah.

She’s enough,”

I muttered with a smirk, shoving my hands in my linen pants.

He laughed.

“Noted.

And the playlist?”

“The one I made.

Run it through the pool speakers.

No skips.”

By noon, I was sitting under the shaded cabana outside the main villa.

Shirt off.

Lined swim trunks on. Shades over my eyes, blunt between my lips. Ronin pulled up in a golf cart with a gorgeous woman in a little ass bikini. Ass and titties on full display. Typical.

He stepped out in slides, crisp linen pants, aviators, and his usual cocky smirk.

“I take it your girl said yes?”

I said nothing.

I just smoked my blunt and exhaled the smoke.

He dropped his head and laughed.

“Nigga, you got a whole world of women and pussy, and you stuck on this particular one?”

“Honey’s different.

She ain't like the others.”

Ronin shook his head, amused.

“So what’s the play? Another weekend of passion or you tryna cuff something, L?”

“I’m tryna figure out if this feeling goes beyond a weekend, bro.”

“And if it don’t?”

“Then I’ll stop thinking about her.

But if it does, I got some shit lined up.”

Ronin stepped in closer as I passed him the blunt.

He hit it twice before passing it back.

“Not to start no drama… but you know Devyn’s here too, right?”

I turned slowly.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s on the island.

I saw her IG story.

She’s tagging along with Trez.”

“Mmm.

He didn’t mention that.”

Devyn was a problem that I already closed the file on a few years back.

She was bad, no doubt, and I thought I saw something in her.

So, I presented her with the same opportunity the others got—same setup, same access, same chance to level up. But Devyn got too greedy, too clingy, and started moving sloppily, trying to reach me in ways she couldn’t. She felt entitled to a nigga. I didn’t do entitled. I gave her a lane, and she fucked it up by wanting to stunt on social media with bags, trips, and jewelry.

And now she was fucking with one of my junior associates who was just getting his foot into the game.

I guess her ass was looking for another come up.

I couldn’t tell another nigga how to move, but I knew one thing for sure. This weekend wasn’t about Devyn’s ass. It was about business and Honey.

Ronin gave me a look.

“You cool?”

I hit the blunt and exhaled. “Always.”

By 3:45 p.m., I was changed and on my way to the airstrip.

Black linen shirt.

Matching pants. My chain tucked, my wrist bare, except for the vintage AP I wore. As the SUV rolled through the private road, I sat silent like the calm before the storm. I wasn’t nervous. I was ready in a way I’d never been for another woman. I needed to see Honey.

And when I saw the jet touch down and begin to taxi toward the hangar, a slow smile spread across my face.

I stepped out, adjusted my shades, and waited.

I was prepared to show her how I was really coming this time around. No hesitation. No questions.