by K. C. Mills
“Kizz”
“I’m right here, Jahari,” I said, causing his head to turn slightly in my direction. With a smug grin, he pushed open the glass door instead of reaching above it to get the washcloth I was holding. I shoved it in his hand and then pushed the door closed again before he could get his hands on me.
He laughed. “Your scary ass. I wasn't gon’ pull you in here.”
I stole one last glance at his sexy ass, and of course my eyes moved right to his semi hard erection that hung freely between his legs, making me second guess my decision not to join him. But my previous effort outweighed my lust and I shook it off and left him there to finish his shower alone.
“So, what’s all this about, Kiz?” Jock asked twenty minutes later as he entered his room again with a towel secured around his waist and one around his shoulders that he was using to dry his hair.
“All what about?” I asked, knowing that he meant my ‘we need to talk’ speech.
“Why we gotta go out just so I can embarrass you when you come at me with some dumb shit?” Jock dropped the towel before pulling open his drawer and selecting a pair of boxers. Once he had them secure on his body, he moved past me to the closet and disappeared.
“What makes you think that what I want to talk about is dumb, Jock? You always gotta say something crazy. Maybe I just want to go out.”
“Yeah, aight,” he yelled from the closet.
After a few more minutes he stepped out of it with a pair of jeans on hanging low on his waist pulling a burnt orange polo over his head. Once he was he had it on, he began to loop a leather belt through his jeans.
“I know you been looking for a place, so I’m sure that’s what this bullshit is about, but you’re not leaving so you might as well get over it.”
Jock spoke so calmly, like he didn't just tell me that I couldn't get my own place. Last I checked, I was grown, and that wasn't really up to him. I watched him standing in front of his dresser rubbing lotion into his tatted arms. The muscle in them flexed with every move he made, which was getting me side tracked. Get your mind right, Kiz.
“Jock, I appreciate you letting me stay here, but—”
“But what? You need your own shit? This is my house not yours? We’re moving too fast, you don't think I’m ready? You're not ready… what the fuck is it, Kizzie, ’cause no matter what you throw at me, my feelings about it don't change. We in this shit, and you can't say shit to change my mind about it.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but then paused for a minute before I continued. “We are rushing. The only reason why I’m here is because of what happened. You wouldn't have thought about me living with you if I wasn't forced to, and yeah I need my own space. We’re good right now, Jock. I don't want to mess that up by rushing things.”
This fool looked at me for a minute but didn't say anything. He just walked into the bathroom and I followed right behind him. He stopped at the counter where he left is watch and after he slid it on his wrist, he lifted his toothbrush and then the toothpaste. Once he had it in his mouth, he leaned back against the counter brushing and just looked at me but still didn't say anything.
“What? It's true, and you know it's true.”
Jock broke the death stare he had on me long enough to spit in the sink and then rinse. After which, he ran his toothbrush under the water and put it back. He wiped his mouth and then walked past me back into his bedroom. I inhaled and paused for a minute, and then followed. When I entered the room, he was stepping out of the closet with a pair of Jordan’s in his hand, which he lowered to the floor and stepped into. Still hadn't said a word.
“Jahari, are you ignoring me?”
“Nope, you said you wanted to go out and talk, so that’s what we’re going to do.” His tone was relaxed, which pissed me off because I knew he was just being an asshole right now.
“Well, too late for that. We already started the conversation, so I’m waiting,” I said, folding my arms and peering at him.
“Waiting for what, Kiz? I’m not gon’ argue with you about some shit that don't make sense.”
“It makes sense. I’m just trying to prevent us from not surviving because we rushed into this.”
Jock laughed sarcastically and then folded his arms.
“How the fuck we rushing, Kiz? We’ve been kicking it for years now. I know you better than I know anybody, and the same goes for you. You wanna talk real shit, okay let's talk real shit. The only reason why you're not already living here is because your confused ass couldn't let go of that weak ass muthafucker that you were dealing with.
“Look at this damn house, Kizzie, ain't shit in it but a sofa and this bedroom set. I’ve been here for over a year, and I haven't done anything to it. It's a got damn four-bedroom house. The fuck I need this shit for? It's just me, Kiz. I bought this shit for you, hoping that you’d do right by me and get your shit together. I haven't put anything in here because I wanted you to make it how you wanted it. I don't give a fuck about any of that.
“You may not have been thinking about living with me, but I damn sure been making plans for you to be here. This is your house. If you tell me right now you don't wanna stay, I’ll sell this shit and find something else. Everything about it reminds me of you. You know how you're always saying how much you love this house, that's ’cause I know you, Kiz. I didn't just pick some random spot. I made sure it was something that you would fall in love with. It belongs to you, shorty. It makes me think about us and what I want us to be, so we ain't rushing shit. If that’s the lie you wanna tell to make yourself feel good about walking away, then by all means do what the fuck you want.
“If you wanna grow the fuck up and admit that I got your heart just like you got mine, then meet me at the car so we can go eat. I been smoking all day, and I’m hungry as hell, so I need to handle that shit like asap.”
Without another word, Jock walked out his bedroom and left me standing there with my mouth open. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Absolutely nothing, but I knew what I was about to do, and that was get my ass to the car. I don't know why I even thought this conversation was going to go any different.
I smiled as I moved through what had just been confirmed as my house. It was impossible to hide the smile that fought to surface. At this point, there was no sense in me fighting against the inevitable. I was riding with Jock and I knew it. Like it or not, he was officially mine and I was officially his.
*****
“Kizzie, let me ask you something.” Jock looked around the restaurant and then at me like he needed a minute to get the words right in his head so I waited. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, why would you ask me that?” I could feel the tension in my face as I searched his, unable to read his expression.
“Shorty, you always questioning and doubting. I know your mom got your head all fucked up with that get what you can get bullshit, but how can you not question that when I’m right here every day proving her wrong. I’m not perfect, Kiz, by no means am I saying that, but instead of you questioning that bullshit she raised you to believe, you decided to question my intentions. That’s what makes me ask you.
“I need you to trust me. You know who I am. You know what I do, and if I can't lay down next to you at night and believe with everything in me that you trust me, then I can't sleep easy. That shit don't work for me, so I’m asking you, Kiz, do you trust me? And before you answer me this time, really think about it because once you put it out there, you can't take that shit back.”
“I trust you.”
I looked him right in the eyes so that he would knew I meant it. He was right. I would have to be a fool not to believe in him. Even with all the bullshit I had going on with Red, Jock never changed. He still put me first and made sure I was good. So why wouldn't I believe in that?
Jock just looked at me while he gripped his beer, but his face didn't give away his thoughts. I began to fidget in my chair while I waited, and didn't relax until the smile crept across his
face.
“No more bullshit, Kizzie. I mean that. If I don't give you a reason to doubt me, then your ass better act like you got damn know.” He lifted his beer and turned it up before holding his hand in the air to signal for our waitress.
“Really, Jahari?” I rolled my eyes with a grin. This man, I swear.
“Hell yeah. I mean that shit too, Kiz. Now play with it if you think I don't.”
Our waitress walked over and smiled a little too big for me, but I was in a good place, so I let it go. “Yo, let me get the check, shorty,” Jock said to her but kept his eyes on me.
She scurried away and returned a few minutes later with our bill. After leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table, which was way more than he needed to, Jock and I left the restaurant.
When we made it to his car, he opened my door and let me in before getting in the driver’s seat.
“So when I get to meet your people?” Jock asked randomly after we hit the highway.
“What people?”
“Your family, or at least your mom.” He had the most serious expression on his face and it was cute as hell. But regardless of how cute he was, Jahari Mitchell wasn't getting anywhere near April Ross.
“Why do you need to meet my mom?”
“The fuck kinda question is that, Kizzie? Why wouldn't I want to meet your mom? That’s your people, right?”
“Yeah, but my mom is complicated.”
That was the only way I could explain it. I never took men that I was dealing with around my mother because she took that to mean I was serious about them. I had made that mistake enough times to know better. The second she thought I was getting serious with someone, she was in my head and in my life, finding ways to mess it up. I didn't need that right now. Jock and I were good, and letting April in wasn't going to do anything but mess that up.
“She can be complicated all she wants. That don't got shit to do with me or us. but I still want to meet her, so make that shit happen, Kiz.”
“Fine,” I said with a bit of an attitude.
“Yo, you can kill all that too,” he said, referencing the current mood.
I really didn't say much else and neither did he, but the second we made it to the house and where inside, Jock decided he wanted to continue the conversation.
He forced me against the wall in his bedroom out of nowhere and began unbuckling my jeans, while he called himself checking me.
“Let's be clear about some shit, Kiz. Things are different now. If you riding with me, then all that bullshit you used to get away with ain't gon’ fly no more.” He towered over me, so he had to look down to see my face, and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t both scared and turned on at the same time. Especially when his hands moved into my jeans and began forcing them over my hips and down my thighs.
Once they were low enough, I stepped out of them while he worked his way out of his and then lifted me off the floor, pressing my back against the wall to continue his conversation. “That slick ass mouth of yours is gon’ get you in a lot of trouble, but trust me when I say I got something for that.”
Next thing I knew, I felt a slight pressure at my center and then Jock forcing his way inside me so roughly that I gasped for air. It didn’t stop there, though. Jock was delivering strokes one after another that had me holding onto him for dear life.
“Why you quiet, Kiz? That slick ass mouth of yours don't work when this dick is talking to you?” Jock asked with a smug grin.
I couldn't even respond so I turned my head and he laughed.
“Nah, baby girl, look at me.” Jock released one hand from under me and grabbed my chin to turn my head back in his direction. “I need to know you hear me,” he said and then hit me deep.
“I hear you, Jahari,” I snapped before I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, so you need to be here too.” Again, he hit me so deep that I couldn't hardly stand it. My orgasm was right on the edge, so at this point, I'd agree to any damn thing he said. I just need him to finish what he started.
“I nodded and bit my bottom lip before sending my hips forward to let him know I needed more. His arrogant ass just laughed and gave it to me.
An hour later, my body was so drained that I couldn't even think straight. Jock and I got pretty intense, but if I didn't know any better, I’d swear he was trying to prove a point. Every inch of my body had been kissed, sucked, licked or caressed, and I was done for. The only thing I could do at this point was crawl up next to my man, lay my head on his chest, and close my eyes.
Siah
I loved days like this, it was one thing to be respected in the streets, but to be able to flip that shit and be respected in the board room had a whole other level of distinction. Dressed to the nines, I was rocking the fuck outta charcoal Burberry suit and classic leather Burberry wingtips Borgeus, you couldn't tell me shit. I looked like money and felt like the King that I was.
Standing patiently as I waited to be escorted to table where my business associates were already seated, I searched the restaurant that I was in and chuckled at the sea of faces with eyes that were drawn to me. The question on the tip of their tongues ‘Who the fuck is he?’
The scars on my face and the tattoos on my neck that peeked out of my collar let them know there was a street essence to me, but my clothes and demeanor had them confused as fuck about who I really was. A polished thug. Hell yeah, and smarter than almost everyone in this bitch, no matter how much money they had.
True indeed, I was hood, but I also had a bachelor’s degree in business and a master’s degree in International Trade and Commercial Law. Senior made sure I took my black ass to college. I hated that shit, but now I truly appreciate the advantage it gave me.
I had connections all over the world for my import businesses and the perfect front to move the purest cut into the country. Our suppliers both legal and illegal were worldwide and gave us the best shit. It cost a little more, but it was well worth it because we couldn't keep enough on hand to meet the demand on the street. That was definitely a good problem to have. However, this meeting wasn't about that. Right now it was time to discuss corporate business.
“Follow me, sir.” The hostesses smiled seductively as she led me to our private room.
I followed her, checking out her small thick frame, ass sitting on ready the way her dress hugged it, calling for attention.
I had to take a deep breath and remember that I was now a committed man, and after cursing myself for promising Pretty that I would behave, I shook it off. Once we reached the entrance to our private room, she stepped aside so that I could enter.
“Enjoy your lunch, and if there’s anything I can do for you, please feel free to ask. Anything at all,” she offered, with a smile that said, fuck me.
“’Preciate it, beautiful,” was my only response before I joined my group.
Both men stood as I entered. Yoshi Okawa, son of Akio Okawa, who owned basically every electronics company in Japan, was the first to address me. I nodded with a brief bow before I accepted his hand for a firm shake, and then Baak Diya son of Akua Diya, who owned the biggest import export business in South Africa extended his hand, which I shook and then was pulled into a brotherly hug.
Once that was done, the three of us took a seat to discuss business. Together, the three of us ran one of the biggest coffee import businesses on the East Coast. It was a front for me to move drugs, which they understood and accepted as long as they received a cut. Everyone had their price.
“Mr. O’day, so glad to see that you were actually on time today,” Yoshi said with a grin.
“What's with the formalities, Yoshi?” Baak said with a chuckle at the fact that Yoshi addressed me by my last name.
The three of us had been doing business for the last four years and were pretty tight, but Yoshi was being funny because I was late to our last meeting. I had got caught up with something I had to handle with Jock. Let's just say, it end
ed with the loss of a life.
“Mr. O’day is a very important man, just showing respect,” Yoshi responded.
“Yo, kiss my important ass with all that,” I said, leaning back enough to unbutton my suit jacket. “And you’re right, so let's talk business so I can go be busy doing something more important that listening to your sarcastic ass.”
Yoshi chuckled as our waitress entered to take our orders. After a we had that covered, she left and we got down to business.
*****
I walked into Nonie’s office, shut and locked her door. On a day like today, I would usually be knee deep in pussy. Since she was my only option, I needed her to step up and handle her duties so that I could get my mind right and get back to business.
She looked up from her computer and smiled, watching me as I moved toward her until I was close enough to grab her chair. Turning it towards m, I noticed she had on some shit I didn't really approve of, but it was working in my favor.
“What I tell you ’bout these short ass dresses, Pretty?” I questioned, leaning down enough to uncross her legs and then move my hands up her thighs until I reached the waistband of her panties. Looping my fingers through them, I yanked enough so that she would lift her hips and let me get them off.
“It's not short, and what are you doing?” she asked, trying her best to hide the smile that was slowly exposing itself, while she lifted her hips and I removed the lace thong that she was wearing.
Just the thought of tasting her had pressure building in my pants as I dropped to my knees in front of her and began kissing the inside of her thighs.
