She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale Page 12

  She thought it was cute how he had paid attention to that small detail, as well as the fact that he’d made a point of carrying Ray from the car to the room. He joked about it being because of Yami’s small size, but she could tell that he was getting attached already. That gave her a good feeling because she would never be with anyone who couldn't love and accept her daughter as a part of their life.

  “She good?” Miego asked when he stepped out the bathroom dressed in a pair of sweatpants that hung low around his waist, and a thick white towel around his neck, which he was using to dry his hair.

  “Yeah, still sleep.”

  “Is she gon’ wake up again?” he asked, not really knowing much about the habits of kids. He assumed that a child Ray’s age would sleep through the night.

  “She shouldn’t,” Yami said before she climbed onto the foot of the bed and sat Indian style as she watched Miego move around.

  He first went to his phone, which Yami noticed that he had put on silent, and then plugged it into his charger that he had gotten out of his bag before he went to shower. She felt a hint of jealousy when he did so, but at least, he respected her enough not to let their time be interrupted by random females blowing up his phone all night.

  After he was done, he walked over to his bag and dug through it until he pulled out a brush, which he immediately used to move across his head. Once he was satisfied, his hand followed, smoothing his waves, and then he dropped his brush back in his bag and sat on the bed next to Yami and leaned back.

  “So, what’s up, shorty? Talk to me. What’s your story?”

  “I don’t really have a story.” She looked down at him, but his eyes were closed. “Why do you live with your mom?” she asked, to take the attention off her. Besides, she needed to make sure he wasn't lying about his situation.

  Miego opened one eye and then closed it again before he reached for Yami and pulled her across his body. Once she was straddling his waist, his hands moved under her shirt, across her stomach, and then up her back.

  “I just finished a three year bid.” Miego opened his eyes this time to wait for her reaction.

  “For what?”

  A serious expression filled his face before he answered. “Trusting the wrong muthafuckers. I got set up, and 5-0 caught my ass slipping. I should have done more time than I did, but the muthafucker who knocked me was dirty as fuck, so he kept half the money and keys they caught me with. I guess I should be grateful for that shit, but when I find his ass, I'm shooting him right between the fucking eyes for that bullshit.”

  Yami watched the scowl that formed on his face and knew he was serious. She didn't know him that well, but she felt it.

  “How long have you been home?”

  “A minute, but it doesn't matter. I’m good, and I’m not going back, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m with my moms because I needed a quick minute to let shit settle. That’s why I wanted you to go apartment shopping with me. It’s time for me to make some moves, and I need you for that.”

  “You don’t need me for that.” Yami flinched a little when Miego’s hands began to caress her breasts. She hated how comfortable he was with her body. He was touching her like they had known each other for months and not days.

  “What’s the deal with you and your mom?” He asked randomly after he stopped caressing her body for a brief minute and looked into her eyes.

  She shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. I got pregnant young, and she thinks she can be a better mother to Ray than I can.”

  Once again, Miego's hands were moving across her skin. “You seem like you know what the fuck you’re doing to me.”

  “Yeah, well, she doesn't think so. I mean, she loves me and I love her, but she just feels like I’m a fuck up.”

  Miego got serious for a minute and then focused on Yami. “You’re in school and you’re raising your shorty. You could be doing a lot worse. If she can't see that then, fuck her.”

  Yami’s face twisted into a frown. “That’s my mom. I can't just be like that.”

  “You can be however you want to be, shorty. Having the same blood don't give you a free pass to treat someone like shit. That’s all I’m saying.”

  She nodded, thinking about what he said. She loved her mother and knew that her mother loved her, but he was right.

  “Damn, these shits are little as fuck. I just want to suck on them. I bet I can fit the whole thing in my mouth,” Miego said as she pulled her shirt up to visually examine her breasts, but she yanked it back down.

  “Yo, why the hell you always doing that shit?” he said and then pulled it back up.

  “Why are you so damn rude? I swear you just say anything and expect people to be okay with it.” Yami yanked her shirt back down for the second time and tried to climb off his body, but his hands moved to her waist and held her in place.

  A smirk stretched across his face as he held her against his body, making sure she couldn't move. “Don’t get mad, I didn't say I didn’t like that shit. I do. Your little sexy ass got me hard as fuck. I know you feel that, but the truth is the truth. These shits are little as fuck.”

  Miego’s hands were on her shirt again. This time, he pulled it completely over her head and tossed it on the floor. Yami looked over at her daughter, who was in the bed behind them, still asleep. She felt uncomfortable sitting there on top of him exposed, but she had a feeling that Miego didn't care, so she didn't fight him on it.

  “And I did need you for that, but you fucking bailed on me,” he said randomly while his hands continued to move across her skin.

  “What?” She looked down at him, not understanding what he meant.

  “You said I didn't need you to find an apartment, but I did. I can't put anything in my name right now, so I was gon’ put it in your name.”

  “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

  “You saying I can’t trust you, Yami?” Miego asked with a grin.

  “No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying you don’t know me, so why would you do that?”

  Miego sat up and looked her right in the eyes. After a brief stare down, he lowered his head and let his tongue glide across one of her nipples while using a free hand to gently squeeze the other one. After a few minutes of that, he started sucking on them both, moving back and forth between each one, causing an intense reaction in Yami’s body. Her hand gripped his hand, and she pushed him back in an attempt to regain some control.

  “Ple… please stop.”

  Miego looked at her with a grin. “Why? You know that shit feels good. You warm as fuck between your legs. You want me to suck on that too.”

  “You are so damn rude. I swear to God, you don't care what you say.” Yami tried to get her head right, but looking at Miego's sexy eyes and the way his lips kept connecting with her body was making it extremely hard.

  Miego chuckled. “Man, gon’ with that shit. You like it and you know it. That’s why your damn panties are soaked.” His smile was so sexy that it forced one onto her face. “You wouldn't fuck me over, would you, shorty?”

  His question caught her off guard. “No, why would you ask me that?”

  “’Cause, I need to know if you riding with me on some real shit. You asked why would I put it in your name, right?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “I trust you, and if you riding with me, then you need to live like it. You need your own shit, and I need somewhere to lay my head.”

  Yami looked at him like he was crazy, he had to be. “You've known me for a few days and you want to buy an apartment for me?”

  Miego began kissing her breasts again before he answered. “For us, shorty. Damn, can I live there too?” He grinned.

  What was she supposed to say to that? She had no intention of living with his crazy ass. She didn't even know him, but she knew objecting wasn't going to change anything, at least not right now. She didn't know much about Miego, but she knew enough to realize that he was the kind of man who made up his mind about somethin
g and refused to let anyone change it.

  “Damn, shorty, hold up.”

  Miego stopped and lifted her from his lap. She took the opportunity to go over to where he’d tossed her shirt. As she was about to put it on, he snatched it from her hands and tucked it halfway into his sweatpants. The motion drew her eye to his pants and she bit her lip when she noticed his erection fighting for freedom. She could tell it was large because of the pressure she felt from it growing beneath her when she was sitting on top of him.

  Yami watched as Miego moved over to the desk phone and dialed someone. She waited and listened.

  “Yo, bruh, y'all got condoms down there?” Her eyes stretched wide, but his back was to her, so he didn't see her reaction. He had explored her body, but she damn sure wasn't thinking about having sex with him. “What you got? Man, I can't wear that little ass shit, that’s all you have? If I felt like going to the damn store, do you think I would be calling your ass? All this money I’m paying and you telling me to go to the got damn store, nigga your ass should be going to the store for me, the fuck you—”

  Yami moved as quickly as she could and disconnected the call, which made Miego look down at her with a frown.

  “Man, the fuck you do that shit for?”

  “You can't just talk to people any kind of way. Why don't you know that? And money doesn't change that.”

  Miego folded his arms across his chest before he peered at her with a cocky grin.

  “I can do what the fuck I want, shorty. Who’s gon’ stop me? You?” He lifted his arm long enough to point at her and then folded it again.

  Yami just shook her head because he was so serious. She could see it all over his face.

  “It doesn't matter. I’m not having sex with you, so there really is no point to this whole conversation, and I’m really reconsidering even staying here with you tonight. You’re insane.”

  She reached for her shirt, and when he snatched it before she could, he laughed. “Man, chill. Your little ass is safe. I won't do shit that you don't want me to.” Miego walked back to the bed, pulled the covers back, and when she didn't move, he looked at her. “Man, come on. I’m not gon’ fuck with you.”

  He tossed her shirt to her, which she caught and pulled over her head, and then walked over to the bed but on the opposite side that he was on. She pulled the covers back and slid in next to Ray before she covered herself with the comforter.

  Miego shook his head and laughed at the fact that her stubborn ass had purposely got in the bed on the other side. He pulled the covers back up again and laid on top of them. Not wanting to overstep his boundaries with the fact that Ray was in the bed, but he leaned over Ray and kissed Yami on her cheek before he got comfortable.

  “Umm, aren't you staying in the other room?” Yami asked. She was cool with Miego and felt safe with him, but she still wanted her privacy, especially having Ray with her.

  “Didn't I say I’m not gon’ fuck with you, shorty? Chill. I’ll go in there in a minute, but for now, I’m gon’ chill right here until you go to sleep. Damn, can a nigga look out for you on some real shit, damn?” He snapped playfully.

  Neither of them was at risk, but he wasn't quite ready to leave her yet. He planned to keep his word and be respectful of the fact that she had Ray with her, hence the fact that he chose to lay on top of the covers and kept his distance between her and her daughter.

  Yami laughed and lifted her head. “Is there something I should be concerned about?”

  “Man, no, just take your ass to sleep so that I can go to sleep. You’re stubborn as fuck, but I’m gon’ break you of that shit. That’s a promise, Yami.”

  “And you’re rude as hell, and I’m going to break you of that. That’s a promise, Miego,” Yami mocked him, which made him smile.

  She was just what he needed, and regardless of what she was thinking, she was going to be his.

  “Good luck trying, but that shit ain't changing for nobody. Not even you.”

  Yami let out a frustrated sigh before she snuggled up to her daughter, but she smiled thinking about him. He was definitely a handful, but there was something about him that already had her hooked.

  “Damn, can I get a good night or some shit like that? And your ass got the nerve to call me rude.” Yami laughed because she could hear the smile in his voice. He was always doing the most, which was definitely a change from what she was used to.

  “Good night, Miego.”

  “Man, say that shit like you mean it.”

  Yami sat up and crawled over her daughter, pecked him on the lips, and then crawled back to her side to lay down again.

  “Good night,” she said softly before she snuggled up to Ray.

  “Got me begging and shit. That ain't even me, shorty. Take your ass to sleep.”

  Again, Yami smiled as she closed her eyes. Miego’s cologne traveled across Ray’s body and tickled her nose. The thought of him that close to her had her fighting with temptation, but she struggled through it. The room fell silent, and just like that, she was out.

  Chapter Eleven

  Miego woke up the next morning with his chest feeling weighted. He opened his eyes and smiled when he looked down and found Ray’s little body balled up on his chest. Her thumb was in her mouth while her tiny body was snuggled against his. He lifted his hand, letting it glide across her cheek, and she squirmed a little and slid her arm around his neck. Yami was next to them snoring lightly with her back against his side since Ray had forced him to his back at some point during the night. He felt bad because he had every intention of making it to his room, but at some point, he must have fallen asleep and never made it.

  He didn't want to wake her, but he had to pee, so he carefully moved her little body off his chest and scooted over enough for Ray to snuggle up to her mother before he pulled the covers back and stood. Watching the two of them had him smiling. It felt weird as hell waking up to both Yami and Ray, but not in a bad way. He knew he could easily get used to that.

  When Miego returned from the bathroom, Yami was up, but still lying in bed where he’d left her. Her hand moved through her daughter’s hair, which was all over the place, as she lay face to face with her. After realizing Miego was in the room with her again, she looked up at him and smiled.

  “What time do you have class?” Miego asked, pulling the covers back and positioning his body behind Yami.

  Like always, he began moving his hands across her body as he pressed his against hers, looking over her shoulder so he could see Ray.

  “Ten and one fifteen.”

  “I’ight bet, I’ll drop you off, and after that, we need to swing by and check out this place. Don't think I’m gon’ have your little ass up in shit like this every night,” Miego joked.

  “I don't expect anything from you.”

  “You need to because I have a list of shit that I expect from you. Some morning head is at the top of that list,” he teased but was being halfway serious.

  “Can you please be serious?” Yami rolled her eyes.

  “Shit, shorty, I’m serious as fuck, but we have time for that. What about Ray, where is she going? Does she go to daycare or some shit like that?”

  “Yeah, but Yaz usually takes her and picks her up. Shit, Yaz, I know she’s flipping out.” Yami popped up and shoved Miego away from her body.

  Her sudden movement caused Ray to stir and then open her eyes. She sat up and crawled to Yami, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Ray worked her way into her lap while Yami reached for her phone.

  “Chill, she knows where you are. Well, maybe not where you are, but she knows you’re with me,” Miego said as he stood and walked over to his bag. He lifted it and dropped it on the bed, not really concerned with the way that Yami was flipping out.

  “What do you mean she knows who I’m with?” Yami asked, realizing that she had two texts from her sister, one that said call me and the other said, I hope you know what you’re doing.

  “I didn't know how to find y
ou, so I went to her place first. She tried talking some bullshit about you not fucking with me, and I told her you were grown and to mind her own business.”

  Yami looked down at Ray, who was lying against her chest with her eyes closed. “That’s my sister, Miego. My business is her business, and she’s just worried about me. Why would you do that?”

  “Man, shorty, you grown. You’re a got damn mother to your own child, so why the fuck you need somebody else telling you how to live your life? Caring is one thing, but her telling you who you can and can't be with is a whole other story. Do you want to be here?”

  He stopped what he was doing and peered at her as he waited. His stare was intense, but she wasn't intimidated.

  “Yeah, but it's not that simple.”

  “The fuck it ain't. It's that simple, you just want to complicate shit, but it's cool. Yo, get dressed so we can leave, I have a few things to take care of.”

  With his jeans and shirt tossed over his shoulder and his bag in one hand, Miego walked to the bathroom and slammed the door, which made her jump a little. She knew he was mad, but she didn't really understand why. It wasn't his place to check her sister so he could be mad all he wanted. Either way, he was wrong.

  Miego and Yami didn't really say much to each other until he took her to drop Ray off at her daycare, and even then it was just him asking questions about where to go and her instructing him to wait while she took Ray inside. Ray insisted on giving him a hug before Yami took her into her daycare, which made Miego smile. She had his heart already, now if he could just get her mother to cooperate, things would be on point.

  On the way to Yami’s school, they made small talk, but he was still annoyed, so he mostly kept quiet. He had very little control of his temper and didn't want to say anything to make the situation worse. Yami watched him, and he knew she wanted to say something, but didn't. Even after he reached her campus, she told him she would text him when she was done with class and that was it. Miego just nodded and waited for her to shut the door.