“The fuck, yo?”
I laughed because Siah was so damn serious. He was mad as hell, and I knew it was because Laken had gotten to Nonie. Even if nothing went down, Siah took it as a personal loss that Nonie had even accepted an offer to be out with that nigga.
“Fuck that nigga,” Siah said as I stood.
“I’m about to roll out. I need to run up on Kizzie’s scary ass. She’s been hiding from me, and I need to see what the fuck her problem is.”
“You don't know?”
“Know what?”
Siah always had the inside track on Kizzie because of Nonie, so he kept me up to date on shit she tried to hide from me.
“That nigga had a daughter on her. Got a family somewhere out of town and shit.”
“Word?” I rubbed my chin as a smirk formed.
That’s why she was hiding from me. She was embarrassed, but didn't need to be. That nigga wasn't shit. I knew it long before she ever did, and I was just biding time because I knew it was just a matter of time before he fucked up enough to make her walk away. I didn't have to chase Kizzie, that nigga was gon’ send her right to me, and this nigga did the ultimate and had a baby on her. That was just what I needed to seal the deal.
“Man, your ass grinning like its Christmas morning and shit,” Siah said and laughed.
“Shit, I’m happy as fuck. I been knew he wasn't hitting on shit, but I couldn't tell her or she was gon’ swear I was just hatin’.”
“Nigga, your ass was hatin’.”
“Yeah’ but she don't know that shit.” I lifted the bags of money and moved to the door.
“Good luck with that shit,” Siah said, just before I left his office.
I chuckled as I headed to my ride. Fuck luck. I didn't need that shit.
An hour later, I pulled up at Kizzie's office. I had to swing by and check on Hari first. It had been a few weeks since he was released from the hospital. He was good, but I still had him with me. I was enjoying time with my son, even though Anjali’s ass was driving me fucking crazy. I wasn't keeping him from her, but I wouldn't let him go home with her either. She could see him whenever she wanted, but her trifling ass sister was still at her house. As long as she was there, my son wasn't going to be.
It was hard as fuck making shit work, but I was managing. I got him set up at a daycare that was recommended by a shorty I used to fuck with. After I checked it out and things seemed legit, he was there every day until six, then I had to get him, which meant that I was basically home at night. Nonie had kept him for me a few times when I had to handle business because Kizzie was hiding, but other than that, shit was cool. Right now I was about to get shit straight with her, because I was tired of playing games.
The second I entered her office, Kizzie looked up at me and rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here, Jock?”
“I figured I’d come see you since your ass been hiding from me.”
“I’m not hiding, I’ve been busy,” Kizzie snapped.
I smiled and moved her way, making sure to sit on her desk right next to her.
“That nigga got all your time like that? Damn, Kiz, I thought we were better than that.” I could tell I struck a nerve mentioning him, but fuck it. She wanted to play games, I could too.
“What do you want, Jock? I have work to do.”
“You don't miss me, Kiz?”
My eyes roamed her body. As always, she was sexy as fuck, dressed in jeans that were ripped from the pockets down past her knees, exposing her sexy ass thighs. It had been a minute since I had been between them, so my dick was reacting.
Truthfully speaking, I hadn't been with anyone since the last time I had been with Kizzie. Mostly because I had Jahari. My son was my world, and I wasn't about to let just any bitch be around him, but it was also about Kizzie.
She knew how to please me. I wasn't really in the mood to coach anyone else on how to fuck me the right way, when Kizzie already knew how to, so I was just chilling. Aside from a little head here and there over the past few weeks, I was good, but if Kiz didn't get her shit right, then I was gonna have to slide up in something.
“Like I said, I have work to do, so if you don't mind.”
I just stared at her for a minute before I stood and walked to her door. Instead of leaving like I know she assumed I would, I shut and locked it before walking back to her. I grabbed her arms and yanked her out of her chair and pulled her body close to mine, letting my lips connect with hers.
She fought me a little, but only for a second because no matter how hard she was trying to be, she missed me and I knew it.
I let my hands move between us and started unbuckling her jeans. Of course she didn't fight me on it. Instead, she did the same and worked on mine. Once she stepped out of hers, I turned her around and entered her from the back while she bent over her desk.