She Fell For A Boss: An Urban Love Tale Page 8

  My nephew, it's my brother Tron’s son, Tajh. Somebody stole that shit while they were at the doctor. Damn, I know you think I’m rude and shit, but do you really think I would bring you to help me buy a stroller for my own kid without even telling you I had one first? That would be some fucked up shit, shorty, and I’m not that damn bad.”

  Yami sat there but still didn’t move. She was pissed that he let had her believe he had a kid, but relieved that he didn't.

  “You gon’ get your little red ass out the car or what?”

  Yami looked up at him and really wanted to smile. He looked so damn cute to her, leaning over her body with that sexy grin on his face, exposing a dimple in his right cheek. Instead, she held it, rolled her eyes and stepped out. He removed his arm from the roof but didn’t step back, so their bodies when she got on her feet. Yami inhaled Miego's cologne while he admired her tiny frame.

  “Are we going in?” she asked, trying to kill the awkwardness of them just standing there so close.

  “Can I kiss you first?” he asked.

  “No.”

  She said it so quick that it made him laugh. Of course, he ignored her and leaned down, damn near with a full curve in his back, and gently placed a kiss on her temple. Yami felt her body quiver and he admired the expression that filled her face.

  “Let’s go, and for the record, this ain't no damn date. We're just chillin’. The fuck I look like taking you on a date to a baby store? When I take your ass on a date, trust me shorty, you'll know.”

  Miego grabbed her hand and pulled her out the way so he could shut the door. Once he did, he hit the remote to lock the car and the two headed toward the store. Miego held onto her hand and she let him, not wanting to ruin the moment, which was why she didn't say anything about his whole ‘date’ speech either.

  The two spent the next hour buying more stuff than he really needed to buy, including a car seat that he insisted on buying to keep in his car for Ray. Yami enjoyed being around Miego because, despite the fact that he didn't have any filters, he was actually pretty funny and a big ass kid. The two actually did more playing in the store than they should have, and by the time they reached her sister’s house, Yami really didn't want to leave Miego.

  “So, do I get an invite to dinner or what?”

  Yami laughed at the goofy grin he wore. He basically had worn it all day, which was a different side of him. When they first met, he seemed so arrogant and reserved, but now she was seeing him differently.

  “I don't really think that will work. My sister doesn't think me and you are a good idea.”

  “Why not?” Instantly, his whole mood changed, and Yami noticed it. He was serious and looked annoyed.

  “She just wants me to focus on school and Ray.”

  “So both of y’all scared of that nigga, huh?”

  “No, that’s not it,” Yami tried to explain.

  “It's cool, shorty, but tell your sister that this shit is happening. She don't have to like it, but it's happening. Today was good, shit just feels right. I know you feel it too, so I don't really care whether she thinks it’s a good idea. No disrespect, but it's your life, shorty.”

  “I know, let's just see what happens first.”

  “I’ight, I’ll give you that. I have a few things to take care of, so I’ll hit you in a little while. Don't take your ass to sleep.” Miego was smiling again, but Yami wasn't.

  “Are you seeing anyone?” She had been thinking about it all day, but just didn't ask. They were having a good time and she didn't want to ruin it, but a guy like Miego always had somebody, and the day they met he was on the phone with some chick named Nakia.

  “Not anybody that matters. You tell me that you're down with me and I dead that shit, no questions asked.”

  “Are you still fucking her?”

  Miego chuckled about the fact that she had hit him with his own question.

  “Nah, not anymore,” he answered truthfully.

  “Not at all?” Yami quizzed.

  “Until you decide what you want, I might let her suck my dick, but nah shorty, I’m not gon’ fuck her. I promise you that.” He didn't feel it was necessary to mention that he might get with somebody else, though. Hell, he didn't know how long Yami was going to hold out on him.

  “Wow. Yeah, you do that.”

  “Yo, you asked. Didn't I tell you not ask questions that you already know that answer to? If I'm not fucking you, then you know I’m fucking somebody. Don't act shocked, but I’m not a cheater, Yami. The second I know it's me and you, that's it. I won't mess around, but you just told me in so many words that you don't know what you wanna do. When you figure that shit out, I’m in a hundred and ten percent, but until then, I’m gon’ do me,” Miego said.

  “Yeah.”

  “And when I leave here, I’m going to see my nephew and then taking my ass home. So don't go ignoring my damn calls because you think I been with the next bitch.”

  Yami smiled, just a little relieved that he wasn't leaving her to go be with someone else. He wasn't hers, but she was still jealous.

  “So, can I get a kiss good night?”

  Yami laughed. “No, you cannot. You just admitted that you might be sexing other females until I so call make a decision, so why would I let you kiss on me?”

  Miego laughed. “Damn, shorty, you really testing me. Can I, at least, get a hug then?”

  Yami opened her arms and was about to lean toward him, but Miego opened his door and got out instead. She did the same and waited for him.

  “Fuck that, I need to feel something since your ass is holding out. I don't want no damn kiddy hug.” Miego grabbed her so fast and pulled her body against his that it caught her off guard. The way his body engulfed hers made her feel like it was a perfect fit, like his arms were made just to hold her.

  Miego held on for as long as he could before he kissed the top of her head. “When you finally do let me hit, I’m probably gon’ split your little ass in two. Real talk, shorty,” Miego said randomly.

  “Oh my God, you just can't help yourself, can you?”

  He grinned. “My bad, that damn filter shit don't work for me, but I’m trying. Give a nigga some credit.”

  “Good night, Miego.”

  Yami shook her head and walked to her sister’s building. He watched until she disappeared inside it. His mind was made up even if hers wasn't. She was rolling with him, fuck what everybody else thought.

  *****

  “Mommy, what took you so long?” Rayah ran into Yami’s arms as soon as she walked in the door.

  “Why, did you miss me?” Yami lifted her daughter and kissed her face, but her attention was focused on her sister who was mugging her hard as hell.

  “Yes, but Auntie Yaz bought me candy and let me watch a movie.” Rayah was narking on Yaz and didn't even realize it.

  “She did? Well, how about you better eat all of your dinner or we’re gon’ have some problems, Ray, you know better.” Yami peered at her daughter who grinned back at her.

  “Don't sweat her, she’s not the only one doing things that she shouldn't be doing, right, Yami?” Yaz said before she rolled her eyes and walked back into her tiny kitchen.

  “Go play, Buttercup, and I’m going to help Aunty Yaz finish making dinner.”

  Yami lowered Ray to the floor and she took off down the hall to Yaz’s room. When Yami was sure she was out of sight, she walked into the kitchen, lifted her body onto the counter, and waited for her sister to speak her mind.

  “I don't know why you looking at me like that,” Yaz said when she realized Yami was watching her.

  “Because I know you got something to say, so say it.”

  “I don't have shit to say. You’re grown. You were grown when I told you not to fuck with Black because I knew he was bad news, and you grown now, so do what you want, Yami. My opinion don’t mean shit.”

  “Fine, then.” Yami sat there waiting, knowing that Yaz couldn't let it go.

  “Why are you pl
aying with fire, Yami? Not only are you fucking with someone else, but do you have any idea who you’re messing with? Miego is basically Black, just on the opposing team. I didn't even realize who it was until Mal called me, telling me she saw you up in Babies ’R Us, all cozy and shopping with Miego. You know she has a big ass mouth. How long you think it will be before Black finds out?”

  “You know him?” Yami asked, ignoring the part about Mal, and focusing on the fact that her sister acted like she knew Miego. She didn't know him, so she was curious how Yaz did.

  “Who?”

  “Miego?”

  “I don't know him personally, but I know of him. Shit, Yami, did you have to pick one of Black’s rivals. Word on the street is he's just as damn crazy as Black.”

  “What difference does it make who it is, Yaz? Nobody’s a good choice, right? Whether they’re too scared to go up against him or crazy enough to try, it's a problem. But I’d rather take my chances with someone who won't bow down to him.”

  “Yami, really? That nigga got you gassed up. He can't protect you. Do you really think Black is gon’ be like ‘okay, cool, you can fuck with her, bruh’? Hell no. Think about Ray, Yami.”

  “I am thinking about Ray. Black is her father and that won't change. I’m not his anything, so if I want to move on, I can.”

  Yaz laughed at her sister for being so naïve. She was starting a war and didn't even care.

  “Like I said. You’re grown. Do you, Yami. I can't tell you how to live your life and I’m not going to try.”

  Yaz turned to finish the chicken she was frying and Yami felt bad. She knew that Yaz was just trying to protect her. She jumped down off the counter and slid her arm around her sister’s waist, pressing the side of her face onto her back.

  “I love you, Yaz, please don't be mad. You know I hate that.”

  Yaz let out a sigh. “I’m not mad, Yami, I’m worried. You really need to think about what you’re doing and if it's worth it.”

  “I’ll be fine. I promise.” Yami truly believed Miego when he said he had her.

  Yaz turned to face her sister and forced a smile. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  “I do.”

  Later that night, Yami lay on the pullout sofa with Ray’s little body wrapped around hers. Her daughter was her world. She just hated that Black had to be the one to bless her with that world. She pushed Ray’s wild hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead just as her phone went off. She smiled when she realized it was Miego. It was late, just after midnight, so she was also a little annoyed, thinking that he couldn't have possibly spent that much time with his nephew, but she pushed it to the back of her mind and answered.

  “Hey.”

  “Did I wake you, shorty?”

  “Nope,” she answered dryly, not really meaning to, but she couldn't help it.

  “What’s up then?”

  “Did you have fun?”

  He chuckled. “Depends on what you mean by fun.”

  “I don't know, babies are fun,” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

  Miego let his head fall back on the headrest and closed his eyes after picking up on her attitude. “Is there something you wanna ask me, shorty? ’Cause you seem like you got a fucking attitude about something.”

  “Nah, not at all, but I’m about to go to sleep, so I guess we can talk tomorrow if you're not busy.”

  Yami was trying her best to reel it in, but failing miserably. She was jealous and didn't even have a reason to be. One, because he wasn't her man, and two because she had no evidence that he had done anything other than what he told her he would, and that was to see his nephew and then go home.

  Miego looked up at her sister’s building, wondering what floor and apartment she was in. He was trying to decide if he wanted to tell her that he was outside. After chillin’ with his brother, Jai, and his nephew, he didn't feel like going home, so he went by Train’s apartment and burned a few with him.

  There were plenty of females there, ready and willing, who were damn near begging for his attention. For some reason, he let it ride and didn’t fuck with any of them. Yami was that reason, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Right now, he was high and horny, and as much as he wanted to be around her, he thought it wasn't the best idea.

  “Your shorty sleep?” Fuck it. He gave up. He had to see her, he would just have to figure out how to keep his hormones in check when she was around him.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Come downstairs. I wanna see you.” He hung up, not giving her a chance to argue with him or come up with a million reasons why she shouldn’t because he knew that was exactly what she would have done.

  With his hand on his gun, which was in his lap, he closed his eyes with his head back and waited. About ten minutes later, he heard a light tap on the passenger side window, which made him tighten his grip on his gun until he realized it was Yami. He reached for the glove compartment, opened it and put the gun inside before he unlocked the doors to let her in.

  She slid her small frame into his leather seat and frowned at him. She was dressed in a pair of sweats that clung to her body and stopped at her calves, with an off the shoulder sweatshirt. The word PINK was printed across it and down her leg, which he knew were Victoria’s Secret because of his sister, so he immediately started to imagine what she had on under them. He noted the fact that he didn't see any bra straps, which meant that she probably didn't have one on unless it was strapless. Just thinking about that had him semi-erect.

  “Why are you sitting outside my sister’s building?”

  He looked at her as his tongue glided across his bottom lip, eyes low and red because he hadn't come down off his high yet, and smiled. “Because I wanted to see you. I been thinking about your little ass since I left you earlier.”

  “I bet,” Yami mumbled, which made him laugh a little.

  He knew she probably thought that he had been with another female. Miego pressed the power button to let the back of his seat down, and when he had it where he wanted, he turned to face her.

  “Come over here.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not about to have sex with you in this car.”

  “Did I say shit about sex? I just asked your moody ass to come over here. I want you close, and if I wanted to be up in you right now I could, you know it and I know. I know your panties are soaked just from being this close to me, so get your little ass over here.”

  Yami looked at him and shook her head. He was so damn rude, she just couldn't believe him sometimes. But it turned her on, she couldn't deny that. She just didn't want him to think he could control her.

  “Yami, stop fucking playing and come over here.” His eyes were still closed, so he wasn't even looking at her.

  She exhaled and then climbed over the center console until she was on top of him, straddling his waist. When he felt her body on top of his, he opened his eye just enough to see her, and a smirk spread across his face. “Damn, your ass had to make that shit a fucking movement, shorty.”

  “Shut up.” She grinned and punched him in the chest, but her little hand didn't faze him in the least.

  “Now you wanna tell me why you had a damn attitude when I called you?”

  Because I felt like you were with some hoe when you said you were going home. “I didn't.”

  “Yes the fuck you did. If you wanna know where I was, ask. I’m not gon’ lie to you. I don't have a reason to.”

  “Where were you?”

  Miego placed his large hands under her sweatshirt and Yami held her breath just a little as they glided across her stomach, to her sides, and then up her back. He smiled when he didn't feel a bra, but he let his hands move back down her body until they were on her stomach again. When he was done, without notice, he lifted her sweatshirt to look at her stomach, but she grabbed it and yanked it back to its original position.

  “The fuck, shorty? Let me see.”

  “Answer my question,” she demanded
.

  “I was with my boy, Train, smoking. I know you can smell that shit on me, and I’m high as fuck right now, so you know I’m not lying.” Miego lifted her sweatshirt again, just enough to see her stomach, but not enough to expose her breasts, even though he wanted to.

  “Damn, your stomach is flat as fuck. You sure that’s your daughter? Nothing about your body looks like you had a kid, shorty.” Miego was focused on her stomach while one hand held her shirt up and the other glided across her skin. The situation was awkward, but Yami was melting under his touch.

  “Yes, dumbass, why would I lie about that?”

  “Shit, your ass think I lie about everything, so why can't I think you would lie about something?” he said, looking serious as hell.

  When he finally let go of her shirt for good, his hands rested on her stomach. “I really wanna fuck you, and before you say something about filters or me being rude, don't. I'm just being honest. I know you feel my shit is hard as fuck pressed against your ass, so I’m just stating a fact, not being rude.”

  “Well, I’m not going to.”

  “Maybe not right now, but you will.”

  “What makes you so sure?”

  Miego chuckled and reached between her legs, massaging her center through her sweatpants while the other hand moved up her stomach and groped her breast.

  Yami wanted to stop him, but she was trapped by how good it felt for him to touch her. She closed her eyes, released a soft moan that she was fighting to hold onto, and got lost in the way he was making her body feel.

  “You like the way it feels when I touch you, shorty, that’s how I know.”

  Miego removed his hands and placed both of them on her back, pulling her body down toward him until she was pressed against his chest. His hooded eyes stared at her for a minute before he let his tongue glide across her lips and then actually kissed her. When he let her up for air, he wore a grin while he let the back of his hand slide down her cheek.

  “I’m about to head home, and you need to go change your damn panties if you’re even wearing any. Got my jeans soaked and shit,” he teased, which embarrassed her a little. Yami knew she was wet, but prayed that he was just talking like he always was.