She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale Page 13

  He was coming back to get her, but he needed a minute to clear his head and figure out what he was doing. He couldn't fuck with Yami if she was going to be back and forth with him, and he knew that was exactly what would happen if her sister stayed in her ear. Hell, she was already on the damn fence, and that was the last thing he needed.

  Miego understood her situation and the fact that she and Black shared a child would most definitely complicate things for both of them, but all he wanted was to make her life easier. She deserved that. There was just something about her that he couldn't really explain just yet, but whatever it was, it was pulling at his conscience in a way that told him that she was the one. She was what he needed, and that feeling alone had him wanting to lock things down and make sure she never had to question or doubt if she was with the right person ever again. Miego was going to be that for her, but, for now, he just needed to convince her to give him a chance.

  Miego made the drive downtown to check in with Karlin since she had left him several messages last night telling him that he needed to come see her right away, but he had Yami heavy on his mind. If he had plans on locking things down with her, he damn sure had to get Karlin under control. She was potentially going to be a problem.

  Karlin was on some bullshit because his visits were set up to be once a month, and it damn sure hadn't been a month since he last saw her. All that meant was that she was about to try and cash in on the privileges that she was giving him. He planned to make it clear to her that she wasn't running shit though because when it was all said and done, he was going to be the only one calling the shots in his life.

  Regardless of the fact that she could potentially fuck him over at any time if she really wanted to be on some fuck shit, he wasn't about to give in to that. At some point, he would have to give her what she wanted at least once to get her under control, but that was going to be on his terms. He didn't really mind because Karlin was worth it, but then there was Yami. Even with her indecisive ass not knowing what she wanted, he still knew he was rocking with her, so fucking Karlin wasn't really the move. It was just a necessary evil.

  After he made it to her office downtown and was escorted back to see her, he sat down next her desk, leaned back, and stared at her. She wore a scowl and leaned back in her chair too.

  “The fuck you need, Karlin?”

  “You can check that attitude, Miego. If I call, you need to answer. As your parole officer—”

  “Man, cut that bullshit. It damn sure ain't like you’re doing shit by the rules, so kill all that. The fuck you want, man? I got shit to do, and I’m not supposed to see you for another month.”

  “So you’re fucking with Yami, huh?” she snapped, seeping with jealousy.

  He raised his eyebrows and looked right at her. “Where did you hear that shit from?” He knew better than to admit to anything.

  “I just heard. Is it true?”

  Miego let a grin surface “You called me down here to ask me who I’m fucking, Karlin? Damn, you about to make me go back to that fat muthafucker I had before you. At least he didn't care about my damn personal life.”

  “Don't get cute. I can send your ass back to jail.”

  “Oh yeah, and I can make you lose your got damn job. Don't get shit twisted. You have secrets too. Like the fact that you want me to fuck you to keep me out of jail.”

  Karlin sucked her teeth and stood. She walked around Miego and shut her door before locking it.

  “Well, since you know what your freedom cost, then you shouldn’t have a problem paying, right?”

  Miego watched as Karlin’s hand moved under the skirt she was wearing and reached for her panties, which made their way down her legs and hit the floor. She hiked her skirt up enough to give him a clear view as she stood in front of him with a lustful stare. He instantly got hard watching her standing in front of him, exposed.

  “Man, gone, I’m not fucking you in here. I’ll have your ass hollering and all these people in this damn office will be at that door trying to see if I’m killing your ass.” Miego waved her off, but he kept his eyes on her exposed body.

  “You let me worry about that. She reached for his jeans and began unbuckling his belt. He let her but then grabbed her hands to stop her once she found what she was looking for.

  “Karlin, I said no. I don't have no damn condoms, and I ain't about to hit that shit without one. That’s dead.” He was really fighting the urge to be inside her with everything he had, but being around Yami all night had him in need of a release.

  She smiled. “I got you.”

  Karlin walked over to her desk, pulled it open, and retrieved a box of condoms. “I figured these would fit.”

  Miego chuckled at the condom she handed him, which he ripped open and rolled down before Karlin climbed on his lap.

  “Damn, I forgot how good this felt,” she said as she scrunched up her face, feeling him so deep in her that it hurt more than it felt good.

  “You wanted this shit, now you got it,” Miego said, holding her in place.

  She smiled and began to slowly move. Miego could see her struggling, so he took over and began thrusting his hips upward to help her out. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and tried to match his movement.

  “Fuck, Miego, damn, I missed this.”

  “Trust me, baby, I know.”

  He wasn’t in the mood for a conversation so he thrust his hips enough to give her a reason to stop talking and then took care of business. Not long after, they both had what they wanted out of the deal, and Miego was ready to go. He could tell that Karlin expected him to entertain her, but this wasn't a social connection for him.

  “I got that.” Karlin grabbed some tissue off her desk and went to remove the condom, but Miego snatched the tissue from her hands.

  “Nah, I got it.”

  He took care of the condom, wrapped it in the tissue, and kept it in his hand while he fixed his clothes. He knew how females were on bullshit trying to trap a guy, and he damn sure wasn't about to get caught up in that. The only female who would get his seed was one he wanted to have his child, and that damn sure wasn't Karlin.

  “Just so we’re clear. This shit right here… It ain't happening again. You wanna send me back to jail, do that shit, or at least try. But I promise you, that’s a problem you don't want. Jail or not, you know what I’m capable of. Do your fucking job. Process my shit and make me look good on paper and we won't have any problems.”

  Karlin looked at him like he had just insulted her. “You don’t call the shots, and I see you brought your ass down here when I called. If you know what’s best, you better make sure it happens like that every time.”

  Miego laughed arrogantly. “Let me clear some shit up for you. I’m here because I needed your ass to understand your position. I fucked you because I needed some easy pussy to tide me over and didn't want to work for it. That’s it, you were just something to do until Yami is ready to let me lay up in her shit. That’s it, ma, just a quick nut. None of this shit is about whether or not I feel like you’re dumb enough to try and get me locked up again.” He laughed. “You ain't crazy, but trust me on this, call me again on some bullshit about me going back to jail, and I’ll show you how crazy I am.”

  Miego walked to the door and glanced at Karlin with a grin before he unlocked the door and opened it.

  “Miego, you ain't shit, you really ain't shit.”

  “You wasn't saying that when I was just up in your chest, now were you?”

  He winked at her, walked out, and hit the hallway. He found the nearest trash can and dropped the tissue that held the condom he used in it and then hit the door to leave the building.

  Miego wasn't really worried about Karlin. He meant what he said and she knew it. If she tried some fuck shit, then she would be handled. As of now, all that mattered was that he released some tension and was ready to deal with Yami’s indecisive ass, at least for right now anyway.

  He hopped in his ride and headed to his mom’s
spot to shower and change. Miego knew that he couldn't be around Yami smelling like he had just rolled up out of another female. He also knew his mom was likely flipping out because he hadn't been around in a minute. Since he had things in place with Yami, he needed to let her know that he was about to get his own spot. As much as Ginette knew it was coming, that was a conversation she had been avoiding, but he needed to have.

  “Well, I guess I was wrong, looks like you do remember how to get here,” his mother said the second she laid eyes on him.

  She was standing in the hallway with his nephew in her arms. Tajh looked just like Tron, like he made him all by himself with no help from Jai. Good thing he wasn't trying to deny him because he couldn't if he wanted to.

  Miego walked up to his mom, kissed her on the cheek, and then ran his hand through his nephew’s hair. He had a head full, and Tron refused to cut it.

  “If I didn't know any better, I’d swear you missed me,” Miego said about his mom’s smart comment about him remembering how to get to her spot, but he didn't bother waiting for a response. He just made his way down the hall toward his old room, with her right behind him.

  “I didn't miss you, I just didn't appreciate being up all night wondering if you were dead or in jail.”

  Miego glanced back over his shoulder just before he entered his room and cut his eyes at her. He wasn't about to entertain her comment because it would have led to an argument, so he let it go.

  “Yo, chill with that. I’m good, and if I wasn't, you would be the first to know. Stop worrying about shit so much.”

  “What up, bruh?” Tron’s voice made Miego turn in his direction.

  He was stretched out on his bed, arms folded behind his head, with a bag of chips on his chest and a gallon of apple juice on his nightstand next to him. Miego shook his head at the fact that his brother ate 24/7.

  “I can't help but worry. What else am I supposed to do when you don't call or come home?” his mother asked, standing in the doorway.

  “Ma, I’m grown as fuck, so don't expect me to be checking in with you like some little ass kid. You can dead that shit. I love you, but that ain't happening.”

  Tron chuckled and Miego cut his eyes at him. He knew their mom was always stressing, and he didn't need Tron making that shit worse.

  “Let me holla at Tron real quick, and I’ll come check you out in a minute. I need to talk to you about something anyway.” He walked over to his mom and kissed her again.

  She didn't budge for a minute, but she eventually let it go and walked away.

  “Why isn't your ass at school, bruh? You’re about to graduate soon. Don't start fucking up now.”

  “Chill, yo. I’m good. Jai had exams and shit today, so I took Tajh to the doctor. After that, there was no point in going to school, so I decided to chill for the rest of the day. Mom wanted to see Tajh, and coach knows where I am.”

  Miego thought about the fact that Jai had dual enrollment and was taking a few college classes to get her degree early. She was a good mother and trying her best to do her thing and be more than just another statistic.

  “Yeah, i’ight. Let me find out different.”

  “Man, you ain't my got damn daddy. The fuck you gon’ do?” Tron said with a smirk before he took a handful of chips and shoved them in his mouth. He was focused on the TV, so he didn't see Miego when he knocked the chips off his chest and jacked him up by his shirt.

  “I am your damn daddy, Tron. The only one you’ve ever known, and I’ll beat your little ass is what the fuck I’ll do. Now play wit it.” Miego let him go and Tron fell back onto his bed, mugging him hard as hell but didn't say anything.

  It took a minute, but a smile eventually formed on his face. “I see you ain't buck on Ma like that. I bet she’ll jack your ass up just like that too.”

  Miego waved his hand in the air and laughed. “Man, ain't nobody worried about Ginette.”

  Tron laughed. “Yeah, i’ight. Yo, I been meaning to catch up with you too.” He grabbed his chips and sat up. His face turned serious and he looked right at Miego. “You fucking with Black's girl?”

  “Where did you hear that shit from?” Miego asked. Damn, first Karlin now Tron. It wasn't like he and Yami were chilling, out on display, or some shit like that.

  “The streets, where the fuck you think? People talk, Miego, and word is, Black is gunning for you over his girl.”

  “First of all, she was in my bed last night, so she ain't his damn girl. And when have you ever known me to be worried about another muthafucker? You know how many people don't like shit that I do? He can jump his ass right in that line with that ’cause I don't give a fuck one way or another.”

  Tron just stared at his brother for a minute. “I know this is gon’ sound like some fuck shit, and trust me, I don’t doubt you. But it's Black, yo. That nigga is grimy. Honestly, I don't even think he’s really about his, but he plays dirty. That means it's all bets aside when it comes to him. You handle yours on some real shit. You don't hide behind anything, so if you step to him, you just gon’ step to him on some grown man shit. But from what I hear about that nigga, he don't give a fuck how he take you down, even if it's on some bitch type shit. And when you fuck with a nigga like that, you gotta be extra careful. Ain't no female worth losing you over.”

  “Come on, Tron, I’m good. I don't care who that nigga is or how long his reach is. I handles mine, always have, and you know that shit. And it ain't about just any female. Fuck you think I am? I ain't never hurting for that, but I’m feeling shorty. She cool as fuck, and that nigga puts his hands on her. You know how I feel about that shit. She has a daughter, yo, I’m not about to let that happen. I know you’re worried, but don't be. I’m good, i’ight.”

  “You say you good, then you’re good.” Tron lay back on his bed again and then was focused on the TV. He decided to leave it alone because one thing he knew to be true was that his brother was going to do whatever he wanted, but if Miego said he was good, then Tron trusted that.

  Miego moved through his closet, picked some clothes and laid them out on his bed before grabbing a pair of boxers and heading to the bathroom. He found a towel and washcloth in the closet and turned the water on in the shower to let it run hot. His brother’s words were in his head. He already knew Black was going to be a problem, just not this quickly. He needed to make sure Yami was ready because he was putting a lot on the line, but either way, he wasn't worried about it. If Black wanted to come at him. Let him.

  After he got dressed, he had a few minutes before it was time to pick up Yami and hit the apartment that they were supposed to be checking out, so he decided to go talk to his moms. When he stepped into her room, he found her with his nephew in her lap. Tajh was grinning and laughing as she made faces at him. At times like this, that he wanted to be in the position to give her more grandchildren. He knew how much it meant to her, but at this point in his life, it just wasn't happening. Maybe if he and Yami figured things out it would be somewhere in the future for the two of them, but for now, all that was on hold.

  After watching his mother interact with his nephew for a few, Miego walked over and grabbed him from her and then held him in the air above his head. Tajh laughed and smiled as he looked down at him, which made Miego smile.

  “Don’t hold him like that, he just ate.” Ginette fussed, so Miego lowered him and held him against his chest instead, before kissing his fat cheeks.

  “Yo, he looks just like Tron's ass. That’s crazy to me,” he said, looking into his nephew’s face.

  “He should, that’s his son. You need to be settling down so you can have some that look just like you too.”

  Miego smiled. “You want some more grandbabies, Ginette?” He teased his mom. Miego knew the answer, she had made it very clear that she wanted a shit load, but she wasn't getting any from him anytime soon.

  “Boy, what do you want?”

  Miego looked at his mom as she watched him with his nephew. “I’m moving out, and before y
ou say shit, you knew this wasn't gon’ last forever.”

  She looked up and him and frowned. “What about parole, can you do that? I thought they said you had to be—”

  “Let me worry about that.”

  “Miego, I don't think that’s a good idea. You just got out, and how can you even afford that?”

  “Like I said, let me worry about that. I’ve got it covered. I just need you to stop worrying about irrelevant shit. It's happening whether you like it or not, so don't stress over things that you can't change. I love you, but I gotta do my own thing.”

  His mother’s eyes were on him like she wanted to say more, but she let it go, which he was grateful for. He didn’t want to argue with her.

  “When?”

  “Not sure, but soon.”

  She looked at him again with sad eyes before she stood and took his nephew from him. Ginette patted her son on the shoulder and then left the room. She wasn't okay with it and he knew she never would be, but she wasn’t going to fight him on it either. She knew her son well enough to know that it wouldn't do any good.

  Miego hated for his mom to be upset, so he planned to bring Yami by soon to meet her. Maybe the idea of him being with someone other than Kia would make her smile a little. Anybody was better than Kia, and in her eyes, one step closer to the grandbaby that she secretly wished for. That shit wasn't happening with him anytime soon, but at least, it would give her hope.

  Chapter Twelve

  Yami sat on the bench outside the area where Miego was supposed to meet her, listening to her sister go on about how stupid she was being and that she was leaving one bad situation to jump right into another. All Yami was thinking was that Yaz needed to get a life. She got that Yaz cared, but Yami didn't understand why her sister was so dead set on her staying with a man that she knew had no problem putting his hands on her. Black wasn't shit, and she knew that better than anybody because she had seen the damage that he had done to Yami on more than one occasion.