She Fell For A Boss(34)

When they reached his apartment, she sat there silently, not wanting to get out of his car. He hadn't said a word or even looked at her the entire drive, but he did make a point of talking to one of his many females, making sure to tell her that he had to handle something and then would be there to see her. It pissed Yami off, but she was stuck and couldn't do anything but sit there.

“Get out the car, Yami. The fuck you sitting there for?”

Again, she did as she was told. A few of Black’s guys were outside drinking, so he tossed her his keys and told her to go upstairs. She hesitated but did it. Once she was inside his apartment, she looked around, not really knowing what else to do with herself. It was laid and clean, which meant that some female had been there because he didn't clean.

Black liked nice stuff and had the money to buy it, but he put no effort into keeping it up, so he made sure he always had someone around to do it for him. There was a time when he would spend money on her, but that had ended. He spared no expense for Ray. Honestly, the money he gave Yami for their daughter covered them both because Ray was only two and didn't need much, but he made a point of always saying it was for Ray.

Yami pulled her phone out of her pocket and realized she had several missed calls from Miego and an equal amount of texts, which made her heart race. He was looking for her and she knew he was going to be pissed. She shot him a quick text, simply saying, ‘something came up.’ Of course, he called instead of replying, but she shut her phone off, not wanting Black to walk in on her talking to Miego.

“So you call yourself moving on, huh?” Black slamming his front door, startled her and she backed up just a little.

His presence was intimidating, six feet even, two hundred pounds of muscle. One of his arms was damn near the size of one of her legs because of her small frame. Black was sexy to Yami. Hell, she used to be in love with him and couldn't keep her hands off him. But right now, the sight of him, the scowl on his face, and the hatred in his eyes had her wanting to run away from him and not to him.

“Why do you care? Didn't you just tell some bitch you were coming through and you missed the way she tastes? Why do you care if I move on?”

He took a step toward her and now they were inches apart. Black looked down at Yami while she looked away. His large hand grabbed her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him.

“I care because I just fucking do, Yamiah. We have a child. I was your first and you belong to me. That shit ain't changing. I told you that.”

“I don't belong to you, and so what we have Ray? That won't change, but you don't care about me, you just don't want to let me go. It's not fair.”

“You damn straight I don't want to let you go, and I’m not. How the fuck you gon’ tell me I don't care about you, Yami? You don't want for shit, do you? Nobody fucks with you because of me. You know how many bitches wanna fuck you up daily because you had my child? Shit, they would too, if I didn't have them in check. You’re under my protection. You think that nigga can do that for you? When shit goes down around here, muthafuckers know not to touch a hair on your head or they’ll have to deal with me. Trust me, I care, and I do more for your ungrateful ass than you know. Yet, you out here trying to give my shit away. The fuck wrong with you?”

“I don't need that or want that. I just want to be happy. I don't want a man who leaves my bed to go right to another one. Why can't you see that?”

“Those bitches don't mean shit, but I'm gon’ do me. That's just how it goes, you knew that when you fucked with me. Don't act like it’s a problem now, but you think you can do better, fine, do that shit. Just don't come crying back to me when that nigga turns out to be just like me. Trust me, I know who the fuck he is. You think I don't have eyes on you? You don't think I know you was damn near fucking him in his car last night. I know everything, Yami. These are my got damn streets. I wanted to kill your ass for that shit, but on the strength of Ray, I didn't. But I’ll kill that nigga, though. Don't think I won't.”

Yami looked at him speechless, she didn't know how to respond.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. That nigga got hoes just like me, you ain't special, but try that shit if you think you are. Trust me, though, you’re still mine. This is mine.”

His large hands connected with her body. One around her neck and the other between her legs. He gripped her neck tight as he massaged her through her jeans.

“Black, stop, please.” Yami struggled to get out.

“You want me to stop, but you like the way it feels, right? This is made for me, Yami, and you know it.” Black leaned down and kissed her.