She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale Page 14

  Yami was starting to question whether her sister even wanted to see her happy. Staying with Black was a surefire way for Yami to be miserable for the rest of her life, and Yaz seemed dead set on her staying put with him.

  “Yaz, I get it, and I’m not saying I’m about to marry the man, but I like him, and I’m not going to pretend that I don't. I’m just giving it a minute to see how it goes.”

  “But did you not just say that you’re on your way to go find an apartment with him. Damn, Yami, you’ve known that nigga for what, a week? And you talking about shacking up. His dick game must be on point.”

  “First of all, I didn't say I was doing anything. He’s looking for an apartment, and I wouldn't know because I haven't had sex with him.” Yami was pissed that her sister was coming for her like that.

  “Don't get a got damn attitude with me. I’m just trying to help. I love you, Yami, and I love Ray. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Niggas will promise you the world, and when it's time to step up and deliver, they find the next bitch, and bam, just like that, she’s living the life that he promised you. Trust me, I know.”

  “I’m not you, Yaz, and Miego isn't Trez.” The words flew out of Yami’s mouth before she even realized what she was saying. But the moment she said it, she could see what the problem was.

  Yami knew that her sister was still having a hard time with the fact that her ex had played her the way he did. She supported him no matter what, did a two-year bid with him, only for him to get out, get back in the game and then get one of his side bitches pregnant. He left Yaz, screaming that his kid needed him, and now Trez, his girl, and their baby were living lovely while Yaz sat around being hateful. Yami just wished that Yaz would get over it. All men weren't Trez, and Miego damn sure wasn't, at least as far as Yami could tell.

  “Wow, I try to be a good sister and show you that I care, and you throw that shit in my face. This is not about Trez, but cool. You can get that. Just don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be just like that nigga you’re running from.” Yaz hung up just as Yami called her name to try and apologize. She felt bad, but she meant what she said, so Yami shot her sister a text just as she noticed Miego pull up.

  I didn't mean to bring that up and I know you care. I love you, Yaz, and you know that, but I need this, I need to at least try to be happy. Please don't be mad about it, just trust that I know what I’m doing.

  After she hit send, she lifted her book bag and walked to Miego's car, still in her feelings a little about the argument that she just had with her sister. For the first few minutes in the car, she was quiet, which he noticed.

  “What’s up, shorty? You still mad about this morning? I’m sorry about that, and I didn't mean to come at you the way I did.” He reached for Yami’s hand, and once he had it, he lifted it, intertwining their fingers.

  “No, it's fine,” Yami said and turned toward the passenger side window.

  “Well, something's up, so talk to me, shorty.”

  “I had an argument with my sister yet again, about you.” Yami snatched her hand away from his and looked out the window.

  “So you figured it would be a good idea to bring that shit to me?” he said, annoyed about the fact that she had let that shit bother her so much.

  She glared at him for a second before turning to look out the window.

  Miego pulled over and put his car in park, which made her turn to face him.

  “Look, I get it. That’s your sister and she cares, but damn, is this what it's going to be like every time she has something to say about us that you don't like. I’m not feeling that shit. You’re not going to have your ass on your shoulders because she don't like the choices you’re making about YOUR life.” Miego pointed at Yami and then waited. He raised his voice just enough to get his point across, but mostly because the situation was getting old.

  “What am I supposed to do? She’s my sister, she’s all I have. My mother acts like I can't think for my damn self, so Yaz is really the only person who supports me.”

  “Can you?” Miego asked.

  “Can I what?”

  “Can you think for yourself because it seems to me like your mother is not the only one who's making decisions for you, shorty.”

  Yami got pissed at what he was insinuating, but she really couldn't say anything because he was partially right. She was hesitant because after dealing with Black, she didn't really trust her own judgment, so every time Yaz had something to say about her being with Miego, a small part of her believed that she might be right.

  “Man, fuck it. How about this? I’ll take you wherever you want to go, and when you figure that shit out, you call me.” Miego pulled off again, annoyed by the whole situation.

  “I don't want to go anywhere. I make my own decisions, and this is what I want.”

  Her eyes were on Miego while she waited. It took him a minute, but he eventually looked her way.

  “I know you think that Yaz is all you have, but you got me, and I promise that I got you, shorty, but only if you let me. That's my word. Just give it a chance. I ain't Black, Yami, so stop comparing me to that nigga or this shit won't work.”

  Yami quickly picked up on the seriousness of his demand and nodded but didn't say anything.

  “You in this shit with me, Yami?”

  She looked at him with a grin. “Yes.”

  “Good, ’cause you didn’t have a choice anyway. I claimed your ass the day you ran into me at that game.”

  She laughed. “You can't just claim somebody, Miego.”

  “Shit, yes you can. You’re here, aren't you?” His face transformed into a playful grin.

  “I’m here because I want to be, not because you think you have some sort of control over that decision, so please don't get it confused.” Yami rolled her eyes.

  “Nah, shorty, you’re here because you want a nigga to blow your back out, but I’ll make sure that’s not the only reason, though, just be patient. I can show you what I’m about better than I can tell you.”

  “I can't even deal with you, I swear.”

  Miego laughed because all he wanted to do was make her smile, so mission accomplished. There was much more to come if she could get her head right and just have faith in him.

  *****

  “Well, Mr. Grant, what do you think?” Miego’s eyes moved right to Yami, who looked back at him confused.

  “Baby, she wants to know what we think.” Miego's eyes smiled as he waited for Yami to speak up.

  She blushed as her eyes moved from him to the realtor.

  “It's not my call.”

  “Come on, shorty, I’m buying this shit for you. Tell the lady what you think.”

  Yami gave him a hard stare before she turned to the realtor who was smiling like she had a winning lottery ticket.

  “What I think is that you’re paying for it, so my vote doesn't really count.”

  Miego chuckled. He took Yami's hand in his and pulled her to his side before he focused on the realtor. “I think she likes it. So what’s next?”

  “Perfect. I’ll get the paperwork ready. I assume you’re still paying in cash.”

  “Yeah, can you do that today?”

  “Sure, it will take me a few hours to get everything finalized, but I can have the keys ready for you by this evening.”

  “Okay, ’Preciate that. Just call me when you're ready, and I’ll have a cashier’s check for you.”

  “Yes, Mr. Grant. I’ll be in touch.”

  Once they were in the car again, Yami immediately started with the questions. “Is she really doing that?”

  “Doing what?” Miego asked with a grin, knowing exactly what she was talking about. At Miego's request, the realtor had taken a picture of Yami’s license so that she could put the apartment in her name.

  “You just bought an apartment and you made her put it in my name.”

  “Why the hell you looked surprised? I told you before we got here that I was gon’ do that shit,” Miego said.
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  “I didn't think you meant it, though. You don't know me and—”

  “Man, chill with all that. Do you like living with your mom?” Miego gave Yami a serious expression which had her thinking.

  “No, but I can't just move in with you. We barely even know each other, and what about Ray? How am I supposed to explain that to Ray?”

  Miego cut his eyes at her. “Ray, or her bitch ass father?”

  Yami was quiet for a minute before she spoke in a barely audible tone. “Both.”

  “I’m not gon’ keep having the same dead ass conversation with you, Yami. How many times I got to tell you, fuck him, and Ray is two years old. It's as simple as we’re moving, this is where we live now. You already know I ain't on no bullshit with her. I don't know shit about kids, but if I got you, I got her. That ain't up for debate. I understood that the second I saw her with you. There are three rooms, one for you, me, and Ray, if that’s how you wanna play it. The bottom line is this, you ain't happy with your situation and I need a place to lay my head. Stop making got damn excuses and do what the fuck you want and not what you think everyone else wants. Who the fuck cares how long we’ve known each other? One day, one week, one fucking year, that shit is irrelevant. Somebody’s gon’ have something to say about it regardless, so are we going to buy shit for our place or am I taking your ass home?”

  “No expectations, right?”

  Miego laughed. “The fuck you mean no expectations? I already told you that I have a lot of expectations, like your ass bent over one of the sofas we’re about to buy, but I know that shit will come in time.” He winked at her and she shook her head. There was just no winning with him. He had no chill.

  “For real, though, shorty. I got you on that. We play it however you want, but I need you to be clear about one thing. You might start off in your own room, but you’re gon’ end up in mine eventually. I’m not rushing it, but it's happening. You down with that?”

  Miego’s expression didn't break and Yami knew that he was serious, so even though she still had reservations about it, she figured that they would find a way to make it work for both of them, so she simply nodded and agreed.

  “I’ight then. Let's go buy some shit.” And with that, the plan was set in motion.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It had been over a month since Yami had talked to her sister and she missed her. Yaz wasn't answering her calls, hadn't responded to her texts, which really had Yami in her feelings. As much as she hated the way her sister was constantly on her about her life choices, a part of her felt empty without having her sister around to talk to, and she needed to change that because she was over it.

  Yami walked around picking up toys that Ray had thrown all over her room and smiled. Over the past month, things had fallen into place. Her daughter had definitely made herself at home, and she was slowly doing the same thing. Miego was still Miego, but he respected her request to give them time. The more she was around him, the more she realized that she wanted to be more than just friends.

  The first few days after they moved in, Black had blown up her phone with threatening calls and texts. Yami hadn't been around, which meant that Ray hadn't been around, and he wanted to see his daughter. Yami didn't want problems, so she went out of her way to make sure that Ray got to see Black, even if she didn't. That meant extra-long drives to get Ray to her grandmother’s house so that she could keep her distance from Black. Even though she had to lie to his mother about her current situation, it was easier to lie to her than it was to be confronted by Black.

  She wasn't ready to deal with him about the fact that she and Miego were living together, and she planned to avoid it as long as she could. Until a week ago, it wasn't really a problem because she didn't have to see Black, thanks to his mother. All of that changed when his mom delivered the message that she could no longer be the go between for them.

  Apparently, Black had refused to let her, and he wanted Yami to bring their daughter to him. Yami knew that Black was eventually going to start questioning her about where she was staying, so she did the only thing that made sense to her and stayed away. It had been over a week since Black had seen Ray, but he also hadn’t called or texted her about it, which she thought was strange.

  After she was done cleaning up after Ray, she stepped out of her room and walked down the hall to Ray’s room where she was taking a nap. She stuck her head in the door and found her daughter balled up on the bed with her thumb in her mouth, hugging the stuffed elephant the she fell in love with and Miego had insisted that she have.

  Anything Ray wanted she got if he was around, and Yami loved that about him. As much as he screamed that he didn't know anything about kids, he was a natural with Ray. The two of them were thick as thieves, even to the point where they ganged up on her a lot.

  Since Ray as still asleep, she decided to grab a snack but stopped when she reached Miego's in-house studio. It was meant to be an office, but the day after they moved in, he paid to have someone soundproof it, brought in a bunch of equipment and turned it into a mini studio. He spent a lot of time in there, and could get lost for hours, losing track of time. She didn't know much about it but he seemed to be at peace when he was in there.

  Yami knocked first, and when she didn't get an answer, she turned the knob and stuck her head in. She found him leaning over one of the pieces of equipment, headphones on and nodding his head. She stood there for a minute, debating on whether to disturb him before she actually decided to step inside.

  He’d made it clear on multiple occasions that she could always have his time, no matter what he was doing, and he’d stuck to that. She shut the door behind her, and it took him a minute to realize she was in the room with him. But when he did, he smiled, patted the chair next to him, and pulled his headphones off his head, letting them fall around his neck.

  “What’s up, you need something?” Miego's eyes traced her body like they did every time he was near her, but she couldn't read his expression.

  “Nope, just wanted to see what you were up to,” Yami answered truthfully.

  This time, he smiled. “So you missed me, huh?”

  He grabbed the seat of her chair before turning his to face her and pulling her close to him. They were now face to face with her knees positioned between his. Miego leaned back in his seat, propped his elbow up on the arms of his chair and folded his hands together.

  “No, I just wanted to see what you were doing.”

  “Yeah, i’ight but we both know that shit is a lie.”

  “I was thinking about going to see my sister today,” Yami said, trying to gauge his reaction. He had been asking her about Yaz for weeks and had made it clear that she needed to try to fix things. But, Yami and Yaz were both stubborn, so she refused to be the first to break.

  “Oh yeah?” he said with his eyes locked on hers.

  “Yeah, I miss her.” She shrugged.

  “You still haven't talked to her?”

  Miego knew that it had been a minute since Yami had talked to her sister, but he had stopped her about it because it seemed like a sore spot. He knew that she would eventually figure it out.

  Things with her family had been complicated since she moved in with him. Her mom was flipping out, calling her stupid and saying that that she was making bad choices about her life and dragging her daughter into it also, but since they had been with Miego, she and Ray were both a lot happier.

  It got so bad to the point where her mother and Miego got into it when he took Yami to get her stuff, and as far as he knew, she hadn't seen or talked to her sister since the day they actually went to view the apartment they were now living in.

  “Nope, she won’t call me back, and she won't respond to my texts.”

  Miego noticed how sad she looked and it bothered him. He wasn't trying to hold her hostage, and he damn sure didn't want to keep her from her family, but it seemed like that’s how things had worked out. Even if it wasn't anything that he could control, Miego wanted Yami t
o fix things with her family.

  He leaned forward, taking hold of her arms and pulling her body up onto his. “Look, shorty, you being here doesn’t mean that you can't still be cool with your sister. She’s just mad for whatever reason, but she loves you, so you’ll figure it out. Go see her. Y'all need to talk that shit out because, at the end of the day, you’re family, and that means more than anything.”

  “Maybe to me it does, but apparently not to her.” Yami frowned.

  “Nah, she’s still rocking with you, she’s just in her damn feelings right now because you did some shit on your own.”

  “I’m not on my own, though. This is all you.”

  “Man, fuck that. This shit is in your name. You can put me out anytime you want to. I ain't having that, but you could,” Miego said with a cocky grin. “I bought you a car that you never use, so how about you take that shit to go see your sister? I’ll keep Ray if you want, or you can take her with you, but if you need to have a conversation with your sister and the phone ain't working to get it done, then just go see her. The fuck she gon’ do if you're standing in her face besides talk to you? She can't ignore you forever, shorty.”

  Yami nodded in agreement, thinking about the day he showed up with a brand new car for her and one for him. He had been doing a lot of talking about getting one for Yanna, so Yami assumed that the one he showed up in was for his sister, but when he tossed her the keys and told her that it was hers, she was shocked. He explained how he had already gotten one for his sister, and knew she needed one too, so now she and Yanna both had their own cars, courtesy of Miego.

  “So you don't mind if I leave Ray here with you? I mean she’s sleep, but—”

  “Man, gon’ with that shit. You know I’m good on that. Besides, me and my shorty have a rematch at Go Fish that needs to go down anyway. Her cheating ass,” Miego said and laughed.