Chapter Sixty Seven
King, as promised, arrived around nine-thirty.
Using his own key and feeling comfortable, for Mal always made him so welcome in his world he moved up the spiral staircase. Once upstairs, he strolled to the fridge, grabbed a beer, twisted the top, took a gulp from the bottle.
He was wearing a two thousand-dollar Brioni, black gabardine suit, a black Calvin crew neck, a super slim Cartier Gold sport watch with a diamond face and on his feet were a comfortable, thousand dollar pair of black leather tie-ups. As usual, the tall African American looked so cool, and very handsome to boot.
Walking from the kitchen he jerked to a stop as he saw the stunning Oba walking toward him.
Being a fashion diva takes a lot of careful planning and Oba had done her shopping chores to a
