She Fell For A Boss(43)

“So, what’s up, shorty? Talk to me. What’s your story?”

“I don’t really have a story.” She looked down at him, but his eyes were closed. “Why do you live with your mom?” she asked, to take the attention off her. Besides, she needed to make sure he wasn't lying about his situation.

Miego opened one eye and then closed it again before he reached for Yami and pulled her across his body. Once she was straddling his waist, his hands moved under her shirt, across her stomach, and then up her back.

“I just finished a three year bid.” Miego opened his eyes this time to wait for her reaction.

“For what?”

A serious expression filled his face before he answered. “Trusting the wrong muthafuckers. I got set up, and 5-0 caught my ass slipping. I should have done more time than I did, but the muthafucker who knocked me was dirty as fuck, so he kept half the money and keys they caught me with. I guess I should be grateful for that shit, but when I find his ass, I'm shooting him right between the fucking eyes for that bullshit.”

Yami watched the scowl that formed on his face and knew he was serious. She didn't know him that well, but she felt it.

“How long have you been home?”

“A minute, but it doesn't matter. I’m good, and I’m not going back, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m with my moms because I needed a quick minute to let shit settle. That’s why I wanted you to go apartment shopping with me. It’s time for me to make some moves, and I need you for that.”

“You don’t need me for that.” Yami flinched a little when Miego’s hands began to caress her breasts. She hated how comfortable he was with her body. He was touching her like they had known each other for months and not days.

“What’s the deal with you and your mom?” He asked randomly after he stopped caressing her body for a brief minute and looked into her eyes.

She shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. I got pregnant young, and she thinks she can be a better mother to Ray than I can.”

Once again, Miego's hands were moving across her skin. “You seem like you know what the fuck you’re doing to me.”

“Yeah, well, she doesn't think so. I mean, she loves me and I love her, but she just feels like I’m a fuck up.”

Miego got serious for a minute and then focused on Yami. “You’re in school and you’re raising your shorty. You could be doing a lot worse. If she can't see that then, fuck her.”

Yami’s face twisted into a frown. “That’s my mom. I can't just be like that.”

“You can be however you want to be, shorty. Having the same blood don't give you a free pass to treat someone like shit. That’s all I’m saying.”

She nodded, thinking about what he said. She loved her mother and knew that her mother loved her, but he was right.

“Damn, these shits are little as fuck. I just want to suck on them. I bet I can fit the whole thing in my mouth,” Miego said as she pulled her shirt up to visually examine her breasts, but she yanked it back down.

“Yo, why the hell you always doing that shit?” he said and then pulled it back up.

“Why are you so damn rude? I swear you just say anything and expect people to be okay with it.” Yami yanked her shirt back down for the second time and tried to climb off his body, but his hands moved to her waist and held her in place.

A smirk stretched across his face as he held her against his body, making sure she couldn't move. “Don’t get mad, I didn't say I didn’t like that shit. I do. Your little sexy ass got me hard as fuck. I know you feel that, but the truth is the truth. These shits are little as fuck.”

Miego’s hands were on her shirt again. This time, he pulled it completely over her head and tossed it on the floor. Yami looked over at her daughter, who was in the bed behind them, still asleep. She felt uncomfortable sitting there on top of him exposed, but she had a feeling that Miego didn't care, so she didn't fight him on it.

“And I did need you for that, but you fucking bailed on me,” he said randomly while his hands continued to move across her skin.

“What?” She looked down at him, not understanding what he meant.

“You said I didn't need you to find an apartment, but I did. I can't put anything in my name right now, so I was gon’ put it in your name.”

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

“You saying I can’t trust you, Yami?” Miego asked with a grin.

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying you don’t know me, so why would you do that?”

Miego sat up and looked her right in the eyes. After a brief stare down, he lowered his head and let his tongue glide across one of her nipples while using a free hand to gently squeeze the other one. After a few minutes of that, he started sucking on them both, moving back and forth between each one, causing an intense reaction in Yami’s body. Her hand gripped his hand, and she pushed him back in an attempt to regain some control.