Page 70 of A King’s Obsession

By the next afternoon, Yara had everything under control, which meant there was no reason for me to hang around Miami.

Me and Jru were on the plane headed back to Westhaven. She’d spent most of the flight on her laptop, glasses low on her nose while she clicked through something I wasn’t paying enough attention to understand.

I was ready to get home.

More importantly, I was ready to see her face when she realized where the fuck home was.

She finally shut her laptop and stretched her arms over her head. “So when do I get to see this restaurant you keep talking about?” she asked, turning toward me with an expectant look.

“When we get back.” I kept my answer simple, watching her settle back into her seat.

“You found one already?” Her interest picked up immediately, and she turned her body toward mine.

“Been looking at one.”

That got her attention. She turned toward me, pulling one leg beneath her. “And you haven’t bought it?”

“Nah. I want you to see it first.” I watched her eyebrows rise, already knowing she was about to question me.

“Why?”

I stared at her. “Because it’s yours too.”

She went still.

I reached beside me, grabbed the folder I’d been waiting to give her and dropped it into her lap.

“Forty percent.”

Her eyes shot to mine before she opened the folder. Right there on the first page was both our names and the ownership split.

EZRA KING — 60%

JRU SINCLAIR — 40%

She looked at it, then back at me, her fingers holding the edges of the paper. “You serious?”

“I don’t joke about business. And I was serious when I told you I wanted to fire your ass.” I leaned back, giving her a moment to process what she was looking at.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but I kept going.

“I don’t want you working for me, Jru. I want to do business with you. And I want you to be my woman. Two different things.” I held her gaze, making sure she understood the distinction.

For once, she didn’t have some smart shit ready to fire back. Her eyes dropped to the paperwork, and her finger moved slowly over her name beside mine.

“Ezra, forty percent is a lot.” She looked back up at me, her expression caught somewhere between excitement and disbelief.

“Then make that shit worth it.” I wasn't interested in having her thank me a hundred times. I wanted her to take the opportunity and do something with it.

She looked back at me, a smile trying to creep onto her face. “I will.”

“I know.” And I meant that shit.

She lowered her eyes to the folder again and pushed her glasses up her nose.

I frowned. “Matter of fact, we adding vision to the budget too.”

Her head snapped up. “What?” She looked genuinely confused, which only made me want to laugh.