Page 54 of Crown: Phase 3
A few minutes later, Nivéa sat behind Crown with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist while the Harley tore through the city. She had not one worry in the world. When she was with Crown, her entire brain turned off. He placed her in her soft girl aura and she loved it. She had no idea of the exact location of this cabin or even what the hell it looked like. But she trusted her husband to get her there safely.
The farther they rode from the city, the quieter everything became. Streetlights eventually turned into trees, darkness surrounding the long private road leading toward the cabin. Nivéa tightened her arms around Crown slightly as they bent a few corners, then finally pulled up to the destination. He hadn’t lied. It only took them about fifteen minutes to make it there.
“Oh my God… this is beautiful.” Nivéa whispered as he helped her climb off the bike in the shed.
The cabin sat surrounded by woods. Warm lights glowed from inside while the lake reflected against the darknessbehind it. Crown removed his helmet slowly while watching her reaction.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it. You rented this?”
“Nah, I designed it. My firm built it.”
She turned to him in shock. “So, you own this, too?”
Life for Nivéa seemed to be a fairytale since she had met Crown. He always had something he kept tucked away to surprise her with.
Crown looked at the property for a second, then back to her before answering honestly. “Yeah. It’s my backup in case shit ever goes down in the city and I gotta lay low. Now, it’s ours.Weown it.”
“It’s beautiful. I’m not surprised, though. You have such good taste.”
“The outside ain’t nothin’. Come on.”
Inside, the cabin smelled like cedarwood, mahogany teakwood, and a faint fire burning nearby, wrapping the entire place in a warm masculine scent. Rose petals and candle lights strategically aligned the wooden floors. Jagged Edge was already playing in the background because Crown had come by that afternoon to decorate and put the playlist on repeat. He didn’t give a fuck about running up an electricity bill. He wanted this night special for them. The money to HillsPoint Energy next month would be nothing.
Nivéa turned, slowly taking everything in while slipping her Crocs off finally. Her feet were killing her from wearing those heels all day, but she wouldn’t bother focusing on that. Not with all this nice shit staring her in the face.
“When did you have time to get your ass out here and decorate, Ahmad?”
“You make time for the things that you want and love, no matter what.” Crown winked just as his phone pinged with amessage from Kerri, letting him know that she and Nyla had made it home safely.
With an emotional smile, Nivéa slowly walked further around the front of the cabin. It was luxurious; dark woods, stone walls, and massive windows. The stone fireplace was what really captured her heart. She was a sucker for them.
Crown set his phone down on the bar and watched his wife quietly from behind while removing his shirt.His wife.That shit still felt unreal.
Nivéa turned back around and caught him staring. “What?” she asked as she headed towards the kitchen, flipping the light on.
That too had a rich feel with black and gold accents. Stainless steel appliances gleamed against the dark wood cabinets and marble countertops while a fancy liquor setup sat nearby. More floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the lake.
“Nothing.”
“You thinking something.”
“If I say what I’m thinking, you gon’ start blushing. And I wanna keep them jaws relaxed as much as possible, ‘cause I’ma need you to use ‘em real soon.”
Nivéa burst out laughing, shaking her head. For someone who always walked around constantly uptight, Crown could be hilarious when he wanted to be.
“Mission failed terribly, baby.” She told him, unable to stop smiling as she stood near the oversized island.
Crown chuckled as he walked toward her, his hands settling naturally against her waist. “You know how hard it was sitting through that whole reception? All night I’m watching niggas hug you. Drool over you. Dance with you. Pull you away from me.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I am jealous. I want you all to myself.”
The honesty in his deep voice made heat creep into Nivéa’s cheeks.
Crown lowered his head slowly until his forehead rested against hers, and Nivéa stared up at him, her hands gently rubbing the massive Knights tattoo on his back. The man was marked up like the walls of a subway station. He had about four Knight tattoos etched on him among the others, and she loved them all.
