Page 134 of Ice Me Out

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” I said, waving the folded note in the air like a surrender flag. Monica tripped over the sheet and nearly broke her neck trying to get back to me. My smile widened when she snatched it from my hand and read. I grew nervous when her brows pinched.

“Well?”

“You didn’t read it?” she asked, easing back onto the bed.

“No,” I answered honestly.

Monica handed the paper back. I flipped it open and pursed my lips.

Don’t make us come find you.

M & C

I folded the paper over quietly. “They left their phone number.”

“They did,” Monica agreed, biting back a smirk.

“You’re not gonna call, are you?”

“Hell no,” she answered promptly. “They’re gonna have to find me.”

“Good girl,” I laughed, climbing to my feet. “Alright. Let’s strip the bed, toss everything in the wash, and get this room back together.”

We worked swiftly, and by the time the bedroom was put together, it was time for me to leave for my Sugar Baby Day. I cracked Hart’s safe open with a smile and withdrew a bank bag stuffed with banded bills.

My brows raised when I noticed the extra Corvette fob. I reached for it and stopped midway.

Never mind. I don’t want those problems.

Pieces of Her

Vera

Sweet ❤️: Send me a pic.

Me: You will see my hair at dinner.

Sweet ❤️: I want to see it now.

I smirked and sent him a picture of my freshly painted toes instead.

Sweet ❤️: Foot fetish unlocked. 😩

I rolled my eyes, grinning.

Me: Freaky frog. 🐸

Sweet ❤️: No shame in my game.

“Vera.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re gonna have to give the braids a rest. I’m seeing some split ends and a little breakage.” I huffed as Ms. Nicki continued straightening my hair. “We can discuss some other protective styles in the meantime, but I’m gonna have to do a little trimming.”

“How much?”

“About an inch.”