She Fell For A Boss(20)

Once they made it up to the second floor of his apartment building and to his door, Black reached in his pocket for his keys.

“Daddy, let me,” Ray yelled, reaching for the keys.

“Come on, shorty, you're not big enough to unlock Daddy’s door,” Black teased, but handed her the key.

“I’m big, I can do it,” Ray said confidently.

Yami smiled as she watched her daughter fumble with the key. Black guided her hand, and once she had it unlocked, he kissed her.

“Look at you, Ray, you’re getting so big now. I’m not ready for that.” Black hugged her tightly against his chest and she giggled as they entered his apartment. Yami walked in after them, then shut and locked the door before she dropped her book bag and purse on the sofa.

“Daddy, can I watch a movie?”

“Yeah, but in your room. I need to talk to Mommy real quick. You need me to turn it on for you?”

“No, I can do it,” Ray yelled after she took off down the hall toward her room.

“Shut your door, baby girl,” Black yelled after her.

“Okay, Daddy.”

Black waited to hear Ray’s door close before he walked into the kitchen. Yami stood next to the couch preparing herself, and a few seconds later Black returned with a soda in his hand. He walked past her, but grabbed her hand and led them to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door.

“So, you wanna tell me who this nigga is that's offering you rides and shit?” Black untwisted the top to his soda and turned it up before he placed it on the nightstand next to his bed. When he was done, he sat on the edge and looked at Yami.

“I told you they weren't talking to me.”

Black chuckled. “You must think I’m stupid, Yami. That nigga was loud as fuck, which meant that he was in your face. So who is he?”

“I don't know who he is because he wasn't talking to me. I’m not lying, Black.” She looked right at him with a straight face, hoping he believed her.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?” Yami hadn’t expected him to say that, so it caught her off guard. She was preparing for a fight, but Black had other plans.

“You heard me, take that shit off.”

“Ray is—”

“Ray is fine. You know how she gets when she’s watching that princess shit. She’s not worried about us right now. Take that shit off,” Black demanded.

Yami knew the look he was giving her, and she knew better than to challenge him, so she stepped out of her Nikes and then rolled her leggings and panties down her thighs until she could step out of them. Once she was done, she pulled her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra.

Black watched her the entire time. When she was completely naked, his tongue glided across his lips. He didn't smile, in fact, she couldn't read his expression at all.

She admired his dark skin and dark brown eyes. Black's shoulder length dreads were neatly done as always in two fishtail braids, one on each side of his head, making Yami wonder what bitch had done it for him. Whoever it was, she knew he had fucked her for payment.

He was so sexy to her, but she hated the demon inside him. He could be so loving at times, and then just like that, he was hateful and uncaring. The way he treated her like she was his possession made it even worse. Yami stood there waiting while Black pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled body, smooth chocolate skin that was barely visible because it was covered with tattoos. Her eyes found her name right next to Rayah's, but it didn't mean anything to her. It was simply his way of further claiming her as his possession. It wasn’t a sign of love.

Black stepped out of his Timbs and moved toward Yami until he was inches away from her. The tip of his finger moved down the side of her face, to her chest, and then down her stomach, before he grabbed her around the neck and forced her against the wall. She gasped for air as he squeezed just enough to affect her breathing, but not enough to hurt her.

“If you think for one second that there’s anybody out there for you but me, then that one second is when you determine that you don't want to live. If you ever fuck around on me, I will take your life, Yami. When I say it's over, you can walk away, but until then, it's you and me, baby girl. Do you hear me?”

She nodded as a tear rolled out of her eyes, which he wiped away with his free hand, just then unbuckled his jeans and released himself. Once his manhood was free, he lifted Yami and lowered her onto him, holding her small frame in place as he slowly moved in and out of her. She didn't fight him on it because a part of her still wanted him. She just wished that he could be what she needed him to be.

“You love me, Yami?”