She Fell For A Boss(44)

“Ple… please stop.”

Miego looked at her with a grin. “Why? You know that shit feels good. You warm as fuck between your legs. You want me to suck on that too.”

“You are so damn rude. I swear to God, you don't care what you say.” Yami tried to get her head right, but looking at Miego's sexy eyes and the way his lips kept connecting with her body was making it extremely hard.

Miego chuckled. “Man, gon’ with that shit. You like it and you know it. That’s why your damn panties are soaked.” His smile was so sexy that it forced one onto her face. “You wouldn't fuck me over, would you, shorty?”

His question caught her off guard. “No, why would you ask me that?”

“’Cause, I need to know if you riding with me on some real shit. You asked why would I put it in your name, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I trust you, and if you riding with me, then you need to live like it. You need your own shit, and I need somewhere to lay my head.”

Yami looked at him like he was crazy, he had to be. “You've known me for a few days and you want to buy an apartment for me?”

Miego began kissing her breasts again before he answered. “For us, shorty. Damn, can I live there too?” He grinned.

What was she supposed to say to that? She had no intention of living with his crazy ass. She didn't even know him, but she knew objecting wasn't going to change anything, at least not right now. She didn't know much about Miego, but she knew enough to realize that he was the kind of man who made up his mind about something and refused to let anyone change it.

“Damn, shorty, hold up.”

Miego stopped and lifted her from his lap. She took the opportunity to go over to where he’d tossed her shirt. As she was about to put it on, he snatched it from her hands and tucked it halfway into his sweatpants. The motion drew her eye to his pants and she bit her lip when she noticed his erection fighting for freedom. She could tell it was large because of the pressure she felt from it growing beneath her when she was sitting on top of him.

Yami watched as Miego moved over to the desk phone and dialed someone. She waited and listened.

“Yo, bruh, y'all got condoms down there?” Her eyes stretched wide, but his back was to her, so he didn't see her reaction. He had explored her body, but she damn sure wasn't thinking about having sex with him. “What you got? Man, I can't wear that little ass shit, that’s all you have? If I felt like going to the damn store, do you think I would be calling your ass? All this money I’m paying and you telling me to go to the got damn store, nigga your ass should be going to the store for me, the fuck you—”

Yami moved as quickly as she could and disconnected the call, which made Miego look down at her with a frown.

“Man, the fuck you do that shit for?”

“You can't just talk to people any kind of way. Why don't you know that? And money doesn't change that.”

Miego folded his arms across his chest before he peered at her with a cocky grin.

“I can do what the fuck I want, shorty. Who’s gon’ stop me? You?” He lifted his arm long enough to point at her and then folded it again.

Yami just shook her head because he was so serious. She could see it all over his face.

“It doesn't matter. I’m not having sex with you, so there really is no point to this whole conversation, and I’m really reconsidering even staying here with you tonight. You’re insane.”

She reached for her shirt, and when he snatched it before she could, he laughed. “Man, chill. Your little ass is safe. I won't do shit that you don't want me to.” Miego walked back to the bed, pulled the covers back, and when she didn't move, he looked at her. “Man, come on. I’m not gon’ fuck with you.”

He tossed her shirt to her, which she caught and pulled over her head, and then walked over to the bed but on the opposite side that he was on. She pulled the covers back and slid in next to Ray before she covered herself with the comforter.

Miego shook his head and laughed at the fact that her stubborn ass had purposely got in the bed on the other side. He pulled the covers back up again and laid on top of them. Not wanting to overstep his boundaries with the fact that Ray was in the bed, but he leaned over Ray and kissed Yami on her cheek before he got comfortable.

“Umm, aren't you staying in the other room?” Yami asked. She was cool with Miego and felt safe with him, but she still wanted her privacy, especially having Ray with her.

“Didn't I say I’m not gon’ fuck with you, shorty? Chill. I’ll go in there in a minute, but for now, I’m gon’ chill right here until you go to sleep. Damn, can a nigga look out for you on some real shit, damn?” He snapped playfully.