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She Fell For A Boss(21)

By:KC Mills


Her eyes were closed as she held onto him to steady herself, but she didn't speak. She did love him, but not in the way he was asking.

Her silence caused him to pump harder inside her and bite down on her neck before he asked again.

“Do you love me, Yamiah?”

She nodded, still not wanting to speak.

“Tell me then,” he said, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.

She opened her eyes and his were focused on her. “I love you,” she released quickly and then turned her head.

He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck, focusing on his strokes. Once he knew Yami’s orgasm had hit, he focused on his and then released inside of her on purpose. Black wanted a son, and he wanted Yami to give it to him. He had sex with a lot of women, but none of them unprotected. She was the only one because he wasn't with having kids spread across the city. That was another reason why he wasn't about to let her go.

Black loved Yami in his own way, but that didn't mean he knew how to be what she needed. He would figure it out in time, but for now, she would just have to take him as he was. Black's father had taught him at an early age that one woman was never enough when it came to pleasing a man, but one was all you needed to create a legacy for you.

Black's father always kept women around him, but his mother was the only one who ever had any of his children. Black was just like his father, call it following in his footsteps, or just being greedy, but it was all he knew.



*****

“How did it go today?” Ginette asked her son after she sat down next to him on the sofa. She lifted her hand and gently patted his thigh while he leaned into her with his shoulder just a little and kissed her on her cheek.

“It was straight. You know how that shit goes. They just want my money and my time.”

“Just do what you’re supposed to do, and it will be over soon. The last thing you need is them giving you a hard time when you’re actually trying to do the right thing.” She looked up at him and smiled.

Miego knew that his mother who he was, but deep in the back of her mind, she was hopeful that he would somehow transform into a law abiding citizen who would not cause her any more heartache and make her proud.

That shit was never going to happen, but he let her think that because it was what she needed. Miego was a hustler, his father was a hustler, and every man who ever played a significant role in his life was a hustler. Why would anyone, his mother included, believe that he would ever be anything other than a dope boy?

“I got you, ma. Don't worry about me.”

She smiled before standing. “That’s all I know how to do.” With that, she left him sitting there.

It was just after eight and Miego had been thinking about Yami all day, but he was trying to give it time before he hit her up, especially since she claimed she wasn't going to answer. Honestly, the only thing saving him was the fact that his phone wasn't on him. He had purposely left it in his room so he wouldn't be tempted to call or text her. It had been hours since he left her at the student union   building, but his patience was running out. He needed to talk to her, or at least text her to see if she would actually answer.

Miego stood to get his phone but then stopped dead in his tracks. “I’m tripping, shorty got me sweating her,” Miego mumbled to himself and then sat back down.

It wasn't like him to be worried about a female. It just wasn't his thing. In fact, it was more like him to ignore them. But for some reason, he couldn't keep his mind off Yami. She was consuming his thoughts, and that had him all out of sync.

To get his mind off her, he decided to focus on something else, so he picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Stopping at SportsCenter, he leaned back and slid one hand into his sweat pants while the other held the remote. It only lasted for a few minutes because Yami kept creeping into his head and he felt a swell happening, so he removed his hand, let his eyes close and his head fall back.

“Fuck, what the hell is this shit?” He chuckled to himself, thinking about how he couldn’t focus on anything but Yami, so he finally gave in and decide to call her.

He stood and made his way to his room, shut the door and fell onto the twin sized bed that he’d had since he was sixteen years old. After he grabbed his phone from the table beside it, he searched for her number and dialed, feeling like a bitch because he was damn near holding his breath while it rang.

“Damn, her little ass really didn't answer,” Miego said a little pissed, thinking that Yami had played him.

He opened his texts and was about to send her a smart ass comment about her not answering, but that was cut off when her name flashed across his screen with an incoming call. She called right back.