“Yeah, okay. If you don’t get your ass to school on time and I find out about it, I’m gon’ have Morocco beat yo’ ass.”
“Man, I’m going to make it.”
“Good. You’ve got one year left, and if you don’t graduate, you can’t stay here.”
“I know.”
“And—”
Drake cut me off. “I’ve gotta go to college or to work.”
“That’s right.” I exhaled. “Look, you’re smart as fuck, Drake. I think you can be the first one of us to go to college but you’ve got to apply yourself and actually show up to class for starters.”
“Alright. I hear you.” Drake pushed up. “I’m up. I’ll be ready and out the door on time. I promise.”
“Alright. Cool. You can take care of your own lunch, right?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Thanks again for the deposit,” he added.
“I’ve got you.” I dapped him and walked out while he nudged the girl beside him awake.
When I got back downstairs, Leann had her work bag on her shoulder, double checking the lunch she’d packed for the boys.
“He’s got a ride,” I announced.
“Alright.”
I nodded and yawned again before making a beeline for my bedroom. I set my alarm for eleven even though it was already eight in the morning, collapsed into my bed, and was asleep in seconds.
When my alarm went off, I groaned but got my ass up to get to my part-time gig at the mechanic shop.
I unlocked my phone immediately to check my tracker and see if Selle had already gone to get her car.
4
I played games on my phone while Jiselle got fucked above me, moaning like she was having the time of her life. The sounds slipping out of her were enough to make my dick hard and I couldn’t wait until I was the one making her sound that way.
I figured my chances would significantly decrease if she found me beneath her bed though. So as soon as she got in the shower, I headed out, pulling her door shut and locking it behind me.
I drove back to my house on the other side of town, collapsed onto my couch with a short glass of scotch, and checked to see if the camera I’d saved was still working properly. It was. Jiselle and the guy she was with weren’t in the living room but I heard parts of their conversation. I didn’t focus on it too hard though.
Instead I rewound to when she’d stumbled into her high rise and got a good look at the man she’d called Stone. I took a screenshot of his face and hopped up to head to my office. I finished my drink then plugged my phone into my computer and pulled his photo from it. I did a quick reverse search, and when nothing came up, I went a little deeper. I had access to the same database the government used to search pictures against mugshots.
Stone’s came up in minutes. Stone Douglas was a twenty-seven-year-old security guard at the same bar where Jiselle worked. He was one of six boys, the second oldest. His father was in jail for murder. His older brother was in jail for aggravated assault. All of their addresses were listed as the same and Stone apparently had temporary legal custody of his two youngest siblings thanks to his father signing his rights over and their mothers not being around. He’d petitioned for legal custody with intention to adopt but because he had a rap sheet, it hadn’t gotten granted. He’d been an amateur boxer until he’d gotten caught up with drug charges and illegal gun possession.
I read his file, then downloaded it and closed my computer.
I took a quick, hot shower then collapsed in bed to get a quick nap. When my alarm went off, I snoozed it and got one more hour in. The boss got to take liberties like that.
The second time my alarm went off, I dragged myself up and got ready for the day. I called my assistant and told her to have my breakfast and coffee in my office when I got there. I checked the camera at Jiselle’s and saw she was finally getting sleep.
She looked fucking beautiful laid out on her stomach with both of her hands folded beneath her face and I couldn’t wait to wake up to that sight every morning. I found myself glancing from the road to my phone back and forth as I drove to the building.
The entire workday I periodically checked on Jiselle. Setting that camera up had been the best and worst thing I’d ever done. When she set her camera up to go live on her webcamming account, I left my private camera and logged into the site immediately.
“Kiano,” my father said stiffly.
“Yeah?” I locked my phone and looked at him.