by K. C. Mills
“Siah, I’m working,” she complained, but she damn sure wasn't trying to stop me as I inched closer to her center, trailing kisses along the way.
“It's lunch time, so I’m having lunch,” I said, lifting my head long enough to get the words out before I pulled her body to the edges of her chair and then let my tongue move down her slit.
“Shit, wait. I have a client in an hour.”
I just chuckled and then spread her legs wider, letting my tongue enter her sweetness. Fuck a client. If I wasn't done then they could wait. I dove in, licking and sucking like it was the last meal that I was every going to have. Nonie’s ass was squirming and damn near fighting me off because she couldn't take it, but fuck that, this is what she wanted, right? She wanted all of me, and I was giving her that shit with a vengeance.
The second I felt her body tense up and her juices flowing, I held her in place, trying to force one more out of her before I hit her with this rock hard dick that was threatening to break through my suit pants.
“Siah, hold on, please stop, I can't… oh shit.” Nonie yelled when her second orgasm hit.
After that, I was satisfied, and it was my turn. Wiping my mouth on her inner thighs just because I knew her body was sensitive and it would make her jump out of her damn skin, I stood and removed my pants before reaching for her hands.
Nonie looked up at me with a lazy grin that quickly turned to a frown when she realized I wanted her to stand. I knew her damn body was weak from the damage I had just inflicted, but a nigga was in dire need of some pussy, so she was gon’ have to work with me.
I pulled her to her feet, tugging her to her sofa. I held tight to her waist to position her where I needed her. Once she was on her knees and facing the back of the sofa, I moved behind her, gently gripping her neck with one hand, while I slid the other under her dress, across her stomach and then between her legs. I let my finger slide in her a few times before I entered her slow and steady from the back and played with her clit.
“Fuck yeah, Pretty, just what I needed.” I pressed my body against hers for a minute and kissed the side of her neck before I was ready to go to work.
I felt my dick jump a little as she tightened her walls around it, and that was all I need. With deep steady strokes, I worked her out, in the way that only I could. This shit belonged to me, and I made sure she knew that every time I entered her.
“You know you’re wrong for that.” Nonie balled up her face while she watched me tuck my shirt into my pants and then button them. After our session, we were both ready for a damn nap, but I had business to handle and so did she.
“Wrong for what?” I asked, matching her scowl.
“I told you that I had a client, and you got me wanting to take a knock out. How the hell am I going to focus after that? I can still feel you inside of me, Yosiah.” Again, her pretty face scrunched up and she placed her hand on her stomach.
“Man, gone with that shit. This what you asked for, right? If I’m only fucking you, then I’m fucking you a lot, so you better get used to that shit.” I winked at her.
“Really, Siah. You say that like I should be happy about it. All that does is make me think about all the other females who you used to be messing with.” She pointed at me, looking mad as hell, but it only made me laugh.
“Chill with that shit. You either gon’ let the past be the past or this shit not gon’ work, Nonie. I need pussy like I need food, and you know a nigga greedy as fuck, so let that shit go. You own the title to this dick now, so it's on you to keep it in good working condition and well serviced.”
She rolled her eyes and began digging in her purse. After pulling out a comb, she walked over to the full length mirror she had in the corner.
I walked up behind her and snaked my arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “Don't get a fucking attitude. I never lied to you about who I was, but that was then and this is now, Pretty. You don't have shit to worry about. You wanna be real, you really didn't have shit to worry about back then. Pussy is just pussy. You’ve always been more than that.”
Her goofy ass tried her best to stay hard, but she couldn't help but smile. “You better be glad I like your ugly ass.” She pouted, turning in my arms against my body and then pecking my lips.
“Who the fuck you calling ugly, Nonie? Ain't no truth to that shit whatsoever and you know it. That's why your ass grinning and all giddy right now, ’cause I’m cute as fuck and sexy as hell. You know it, I know, and all those bitches that I have to shut down because of your petty ass know it.” I said that shit just to fuck with her, and of course ,she pulled away and punched me in my chest.
“You’re such an asshole, I swear, but you better shut them down. Let me find out you didn't and it's gonna be a real problem.”
I pulled her back against my body and stared into her eyes. “For who, you? ’Cause you ain't gon’ do nothing. You ain't running shit and you know it.”
“No, for you, asshole. Try me if you want to.” She frowned and then rolled her eyes with her cute ass.
After one last kiss, I let her go. “Whatever, man. You forever talking shit, but I need to go. I have some shit to take care of, so I’ll see you later, aight?”
“Okay, but we’re staying in town. I don't feel like driving all the way to your house tonight.”
I chuckled. “We’ll talk about it later.” I winked at her and made my way to the door.
Just as I hit the hallway, Kizzie entered the front door and frowned. “I guess we’re meeting in my office, ’cause I know y'all nasty asses were in there fucking,” she said the second she laid eyes on me.
I just laughed and mushed her as I passed her.
“You better keep your hands off me, Siah,” she yelled just before I hit the front door.
I ignored her and pulled my key out my pockets. My stomach was full, I busted a good ass nut, and now it was time to get in the streets.
After I left Nonie’s office, I ran by her spot, jumped in the shower and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I was heading over to my store and wanted to be comfortable. After making the thirty minute drive, I parked in the back and then got out to head inside. The second I hit the door, I was greeted by Orin, who basically ran things while I was out. Since our spot was exclusive, we didn't really have more than two employees working at one time. Pushing higher end shit meant a specific crowd, so average people never really hit us up too often. The items we carried weren't for the average working man, so a lot of our sales were by appointment and special order.
“I thought you were going to be here earlier,” Orin said, following me as I made my way to my office.
I glanced around and didn't see anyone else. “You alone?” I tossed over my shoulder before I unlocked my office.
“Yeah, but only for a while. Chuck is at lunch.”
I could tell from the smile on her face that she had read too deep into my question, but that shit was my fault. This whole relationship thing was still brand new to me, and asking a chick that you used to fuck on the regular if she was alone could only translate into one thing in her mind. Are you alone so we can fuck? Unfortunately, that shit wasn't happening, but if I hadn't just been up in Nonie, it would have been a lot harder to turn down.
“Okay, cool. You might want to head back up front then. I need to go over some numbers real quick,” I said nonchalantly, looking down at my computer as I spoke to avoid looking at her sexy ass.
It didn't help that she was dressed in some painted on jeans and a crop top, exposing her small waist and putting her plump ass and breasts on display for me. Shit, this was going to be hard as fuck, just like my dick was right now.
“So that's it? We’re alone and you want to go over numbers?” she questioned, causing me to look up at her honey colored face, which was frowned up at me with a look of disappointment.
I leaned back in my chair and moved my hand down mine, as my eyes traced her body again. Fuck. After releasing a sigh, I decided to go ahead and put that shit out
there. I needed to get this under control or I was going to be looking for a new employee. Nonie never really came to any of my businesses, but it would be my luck that she'd pop up on my ass and Orin would say or do some shit that put me in a bad place.
“I’m with someone now, so we need to adjust how we deal with each other. I hope that won't be an issue,” I said, tilting my head slightly with my eyes on hers waiting for a reaction.
She bit her lip and I could see her thinking, but instead of speaking first, she laughed, like she thought it was a joke. “With someone? Since when, and what does that even mean? Yosiah O’day is always with someone.”
As true as her words were, they frustrated me a little. One, because she thought that shit was funny, and two because I didn't appreciate people questioning me. That was a sign of disrespect. I didn't care who you were, and aside from Jock and Nonie, no one needed to ever question me.
I kept my eyes on hers and stood from my chair. Making my way over to her, I positioned my body close to hers and moved my fingers through her hair. I felt her body relax against mine until I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back so that I could see her face clearly and she was forced to look up into mine.
“First of all, nothing about me or what I do is your business. I’m only telling you this shit to make it clear that I’m not fucking with you anymore. Secondly, if you ever question me again then you can find a new got damn job, which I’m sure you don't want. I don't think there’s another business around that will pay you what I pay you to sit on your ass all day and look pretty. Are we understood?” I asked, making it clear that I meant business.
“Yeah, we're understood,” she said dryly, trying to yank away from me, but I tightened my grip on her hair to hold her in place.
“Good, now did our shipment arrive yet?” I asked as I released her.
She stepped back and ran her fingers through her hair, looking like she was mad at the world. I didn't really give a fuck. I paid a her well, and if she didn't want her job, I could guarantee there were ten others who would gladly take her spot.
“Yeah it's here,” she replied, turning to leave my office but I stopped her.
“Orin, I meant what I said. If this arrangement is a problem, let me know now.”
She peered at me for a minute, grinding her teeth. “Nah, I’m Gucci, boss,” she stated with a forced smile.
“Aight then, check that shipment and then get the inventory in the computer. There should be two pair for Jock. Make sure you don't put them in with the rest of the inventory. You can bring them to me,” I announced, not looking at her anymore because I was starting up my laptop.
She didn't say anything, but I heard my door shut. At least she had enough sense not to slam that shit. I shook my head. One down, and many more to go. This relationship shit was going to be the death of me, but I was determined to do whatever necessary to keep Nonie happy. I wasn't about to lose her, so if this is what it took, then a nigga was shutting them down one by one.
Nonie
“I don't even know what to say, I’m speechless.” Natalie moved around the building, taking shots with her phone. The pleased expression on her face was confirmation that the work Kizzie and I had done met her approval. The best part of it all was that we not only met budget, but actually came in under budget. It took a lot of research and hands on work for Kizzie and I, but now looking at the finished product, it was well worth it. Tonight's event was going to be a huge success, well at least speaking in terms of the venue and décor.
“So you like it?” I asked as Natalie made her way over to where Kizzie and I were standing, while scrolling through the photos that she had taking on her phone.
“Like, oh honey, I’m in love. This is absolutely perfect. It's like you have been in my head and created it just the way I imagined. The colors are perfect, and the decorations are elegant and classy. The stage has been designed to perfection. I don't know what else to say besides you nailed it. Look at these pictures.” She held up her phone so that Kizze and I could see it. “Look how perfect these are, and this is just a stupid iPhone. Can you image what it's going to look like when the actual photographer captures everything tonight?”
She was beaming and it was contagiousness. This could very well be the start of something big for Kizzie and I. I was damn near ready to jump out of my skin, but I was trying my best to remain professional.
“Well that's what I like to hear.” Kizzie spoke for both of us. “Our goal is to make sure our clients get exactly what they ask for, and to know that we did that for you makes it all worth while.”
“You ladies are truly making a name for yourself, and after tonight when I let it be known that this was all you, I can only image what type of offers you’ll receive. Now if I can just make sure everything else works out as planned. I’m already having issues. Two of my models are missing, my assistant’s flight has been delayed, and I fear I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Thank God my sister just arrived. I need someone to keep me from losing my mind.”
She frowned, looking around the room once more, which then forced a smile again. Natalie was beautiful. Her tall thin frame, naturally made you assume that she was a model and not the actual designer. She had flawless caramel colored skin that always seemed to be glowing and dark brown hair with sandy brown highlights that she kept layered close to her head, with bangs that feathered and swept across her forehead. Her thin rectangular face housed a set of honey colored eyes, thin lips with a thin nose that sat above them. She definitely had the look that should be on print adds, but she had the sweetest personality. As beautiful as she was you’d look at her and naturally assume she was a bitch, but she was the furthest from it.
“Oh, man, I hope so.” I beamed along with her.
I was so hoping that this would be the thing that took us out the hood and dropped us right into celebrity status. I could surly see hosting an event for some of the big names all over the county, and being an hour away from New York would truly make that a possibility.
“Trust me. This is only the beginning, but enough about that. I have so much to do I don't even know where to begin, but I have a surprise for both of you and a favor to ask.” Her expression grew serious and her eyes moved from me to Kizzie.
“Sure, just name it,” I stated, glancing at Kizzie and answering for both of us. At this point, I was willing to do anything to push us further into her good graces.
“If we’re done here, come with me to me car. I have something for you,” she said, letting her eyes move around the room one last time before she focused on us again.
“I think we’re all set,” Kizzie agreed, and the three of us made our way to the front.
After locking up, we followed her to her truck, a pearl white Ranger Rover, which I admired while we waited. She unlocked the door and lifted the rear door in search of something before she removed a linen suit bag and then held it up with one hand. After unzipping it with the other she looked inside and smiled. Once she inspected the item, she reached inside and slid her hand under what looked like a dress and then lifted the bottom so that it fell outside the bag. I eyed the brown suede material and then smiled.
“Oh my God, that is hot.” I almost yelled.
Good, because I have one for both of you. It's from my line, and I’d love if you’d wear them tonight. There’s this one and then I have—”
“Heck yeah, I’ll wear it,” Kizzie said, cutting her off which made me roll my eyes and Natalie laugh.
“Then that’s settled. Take these and I can't wait to see you in them tonight. I’m sure you’ll look absolutely perfect in them, while being a walking advertisement for me all night. You ladies are both beautiful, so I can't go wrong with that,” Natalie said and then winked at Kizzie as she handed me the dress in her hand and then removed the second one from her truck.
She opened it and let Kizzie inspect the strapless suede material that was dyed red. Kizzie's face lit up and she looked like she was
about to lose it. That was more her thing, so I was grateful from the simple color of the dress she had given me. Kizze was a little over the top, so red was perfect for her. I got my fly on, but in a subtler way. She had pegged us perfectly.
“I thought you’d like this one,” Natalie said with a grin. “Well, thank you, ladies, and I look forward to seeing you in them tonight. I assume you’ll be inviting a plus one.”
“I had already mentioned it to Siah and he wasn't thrilled because of the atmosphere, but he agreed to come because he knew that it was important to me. Jock on the other hand was dead set against it because it meant he couldn't wear Jordans. I laughed, remembering his reaction when Kizzie told him.
Kizzie released a groan and then rolled her eyes. “If I can get him out of his jeans and Jay's, he’ll be there,” she said, referring to Jock.
Natalie smiled. “He can wear what he wants. This is my event. Besides, some of my guest are a little unrefined, I guess you can say, so I’m sure he won't be alone.”
“I’m not telling him that. He’ll be there and he’ll match my fly.”
“Well, good luck. Okay, ladies, thanks again, and if I don't have nervous breakdown I’ll see you two this evening.”
We said our goodbyes and then Kizzie and I walked to my car. After hanging our dresses in the backseat we climbed in the front headed back to the office. Tonight was definitely going to be interesting.
“Is it crazy that I can't even think straight right now?” I asked as I backed out of the spot that I was in. I felt like I was about to lose it. There was such a rush that came with being on your grown woman shit and killing it.
“Hell no, I’m right there with you. We just did that shit, boo. Do you know what that means?” Kizzie clasped her hands while she talked which made me laugh at her over dramatic self.
“It means that this time next year we’ll be hosting a red carpet event for somebody who didn't make their first mil on the block,” I said with a smirk.
“Hell yeah, and I’ll be one step closer to Drake.”
