Concrete & Silk

Three days passed.

Amira had tried to move on. Work. Groceries. Sleep. Repeat. But when a bouquet of black roses showed up at the hospital, her heart stopped.

No card. No name. Just a smirk from the receptionist. "Someone got a dark prince."

She didn't respond. No calls. No texts. She wanted to see what he'd do with her silence.

Meanwhile, Kael was busy handling territory drama. But between phone calls and cash drops, his mind circled back to her. The way she didn't chase. The way she made him feel...seen.

Shayla, on the other hand, was spinning.

She'd been asking around. And when her cousin in admin called with the tea, she damn near lost it.

"Her name's Amira Bennett. She's a nurse. Been at St. Mercy four years. Big girl, but she carry herself like she know she that one."

Shayla hung up, seething. She wasn't just mad that Kael was seeing someone else. She was mad that he looked at Amira in a way he never looked at her. And worse... he protected her silence.

That evening, Kael pulled up outside the hospital in a matte black Range Rover. Windows down. Music low. He sat on the hood like he had all day.

Amira walked out, bag over her shoulder, Crocs on, exhausted.

"You stalking me?" she asked.

He smiled. "Nah. I'm investing in something I respect."

She looked him up and down. "You ain't slick, Kael."

"I ain't trying to be."

She stood there. Heart beating harder than she expected. "I get off in 30."

"I'll wait."