“ O f course . I love you. I gotta run,” I replied before hanging the phone up on my gorgeous wife.
But when I looked up from my cell phone, I was met with an evil eye and severe sucking of teeth.
“Don’t be like that,” I said to Kinasha, my assistant and secret jump off.
“I just hate how you do that shit in front of me. You see me sitting right here, yet you still answer your phone when she calls. It’s disrespectful,” she hissed while poking her bottom lip out.
These thots never knew how to stay in their place. I cleared my throat and shrugged it off, while returning back to our conversation.
“What was I saying again? Oh yeah, I need you to come with me to the meeting tomorrow at the Gardens. I need you to be my eyes and ears. You take really good notes, okay?”
“Uh huh, I’ll be there. But seriously, Tyriq, why are you even still with her? I thought we had something special,” she whined while biting down on her bottom lip.
Every time she did that shit, my dick jumped. If we didn’t have so much work to do, I would lock my office door and bend that ass over my desk, like I’d done hundreds of times.
“Because she’s my wife,” I flatly stated.
I know it sounds fucked up, but I do love my wife. But we got married too young and I’m not ready to stop getting pussy. I loved a variety of women. My wife was thick and had sexy short hair.
But Kinasha was petite with long hair. I loved tossing her little ass around and watching her tiny pussy swallow all ten inches of my dick. Her honey colored skin looked good against my deep chocolate flesh. Whenever I hit it from behind, I got to tangle my fingers in her hair while pounding her little pussy.
If she could shut up about my wife, we would be fine.
“I want to see you more, though. You get so busy…” she began to ramble.
“Fine, I’ll make more time for you. You know you the best, baby. I care for you and love that pussy.” I was careful to never say that I loved her, because I didn’t. I was also careful to never give her money. What I made went back to my household with my wife.
“Oh, I know you do,” she whispered, while spreading her legs so that I could catch a glimpse of her pink center.
“Damn, you better put that away. My door ain’t locked.”
“I don’t give a fuck, let them watch.” She sat across from my desk, rubbing her clit with one hand while sucking on her other finger. She simulated a blow job on her fingers, causing me to get rock hard.
“Seriously, Kinasha, go back to work. I’ll break you off later.”
“Fine, boss. I’ll go back to work. But are you coming through tonight?”
“Nah, I have to go to a family thing.”
There she went with that sucking her teeth shit. “You missed my birthday yesterday. And now you’re telling me I can’t see you tonight either?”
“We’ll fuck again soon. And trust me, it will be worth the wait.”
“Okay, baby,” she said as she walked away.
Taking a few deep breaths, I waited for my dick to go soft so that I could get back to work. Durden Development was going through a lot of changes and if I wanted to continue to move up in the company I had to be able to rock with those changes.
I was on a mission to become partner in this company or open my own development firm. With my wife inspiring me, I made it through college and grad school at the top of my classes. And now I was making well over 100k.
It was as if we had it all: a mini mansion in Bowie, Maryland, three luxury cars between the two of us, a pair of Shih Tzus, and a timeshare in Jamaica. The only thing that was missing was children. Which didn’t bother me much because I didn’t think we had time for them yet.
Eventually, I want kids after I get this shit out my system. I can’t stop fucking around and having kids would get in the way of that.
While I scanned the finance report on my computer screen, my office phone beeped. Looking at the caller ID, I could see that it was Kinasha.
“What’s up,” I greeted after pressing speakerphone.
“Cole Barnes is here to see you. I know he doesn’t have an appointment, but he said it’s urgent.”
My temples throbbed at hearing his name.
“Send him back,” I sighed. I did not feel like dealing with this nigga Cole, who I knew from the hood as Chop.
In a matter of moments the doorknob to my office turned and in walked the nigga from my sordid past.
“Wsup Chop.” I stood and extended my hand to him.
He shook it before sitting down in the chair that Kinasha’s sexy ass once sat in.
“Mr. Shelton! This is a nice set up you have going on here.”
“Cut to it, why are you here?” I asked. I used to work the corners back in the day with Chop. We were both on the come up but now he was the kingpin. That could’ve been my life but I preferred to go straight. I’m too fucking pretty to be in prison. I used that drug money to pay for tuition and the rest is history.
“Damn nigga. I ain’t seen you in a few years. Not since you got this cushy corporate job and that thick ass wife.”
“Keep my wife out your fuckin’ mouth,” I barked.
“Whateva, nigga. I ain’t come here for all of that. I came here because I need a favor.”
“What kind of favor? I don’t owe you shit.”
“The hell you don’t. It was my connect that helped you pay for grad school. If you didn’t know me you woulda been broke and not able to even afford your degrees
that got you here.”
He was right. He used to cop from one particular connect that used to keep us laced. I never got the opportunity to meet the connect but Chop was still doing business with him.
“Just get to it. What the hell do you want?”
“You know The Gardens over on the south side?” he asked, referring to some historic projects in the city.
“Yeah, my company working on putting a bid on that,” I replied.
“I know, that’s why I’m here. I need y’all to drop that shit.”
“Nigga, have you lost your mind? You want us to drop our bid on that prime real estate?” I looked at him with confusion. The favor that he wanted me to perform was absurd.
“Yes, drop the bid. This gentrification shit is sucking the soul out of our city.” He leaned into the chair, eyeing me like a hawk.
“Since when do you care about social issues? I thought all you were about is your dollas.”
“That is all I’m about. I get a lot of my dollars from The Gardens. In fact, one of our traps is there. Which is why I need for no one to buy that property and build new fancy condos in its place.”
Yep, this nigga had lost his mind.
“Chop, I can’t help you. There’s nothing I can do about The Gardens being sold.” I shook my head as I eyed him.
He had an unnerving scar that ran down his cheek. To my knowledge, no one knew how he got the scar. But we all knew how he got the nickname.
When he was about 11, he caught his stepfather molesting his little sister. Later that night while the man was sleeping, Chop snuck into his room with a machete and severed his head.
He spent the next few years in juvi until he was 18. When he got out we started slinging together. But I went to college and later to grad school. Ain’t no retirement plans for drug dealers. And I’m trying to live my life to its fullest.
“You can convince your company to drop the bid. So do it. I don’t need any more explanations. I came in here and asked nicely. Don’t let me get ugly,” he barked.
“Quiet your damn voice. This is a place of business. All that shit might work in the trap but this is a company,” I chastised him. I could see the fury brewing within him.
“Is no your final answer?” he questioned me as if I were going to change my mind.
“No is my final answer. That’s not how shit works around here. Besides, I don’t have the power to tell them to drop a bid that will bring the company tens of millions of dollars.”
He tilted his head back and released an evil chuckle that eventually progressed to him clapping.
“Did I say something funny?” I thrashed. My patience had run thin and I wanted him out of my fuckin’ office.
“Yeah, you funny. You one funny nigga,” he said in between laughing.
“How is that?”
“You don’t have no power. You moved all that weight back in the day just to become a monkey in a suit.”
My abs tightened while my palms began to sweat. If I were light enough you would have been able to see my skin burn red. This nigga had the audacity to insult me, while I was out here trying to live a decent life.
“Well, what does it say about you that you have to come and ask a monkey in a suit for help,” I slickly replied.
His face went stone cold.
“I would tread lightly if I were you.”
“How about you tread your ass up out my office. This monkey in a suit has real work to do. Go back to the trap where your ass belongs.”
Standing, he brushed his True Religion jeans to release any wrinkling. He let out a snicker that grated my nerves before replying.
“This won’t be the last time you see me,” he spoke before turning towards the door and heading out of my office.
Once he left, I let out a sigh of release. I knew not to ignore Chop’s threats, but what could he really do to me? I knew too many of his secrets for him to try me. And I doubt if he would kill me because my brothers would react and blood would spill in these streets.
That nigga knows that. And he doesn’t want a war.
I leaned back into my cushiony leather office chair and caught a glimpse of the photo that sat on my desk. It was a picture of Nova and me on our wedding day. She looked so beautiful that day and I vowed to give her whatever she wanted. Which reminded me, I had to get some more work done so I could go to her mother’s house this evening.