“I had someone bring you some clothes and toiletries in there. You can get ready here and then head to the office.”
“Oh, that was thoughtful of you,” she said, stretching.
As her titty popped out from underneath the blanket, I thought about getting a quick round in, but we both had shit that we needed to do, and once I slid back inside of her, I knew that I would want to be there for the rest of the day.
“Don’t mention it. Oh, I’ll be a little late coming into the office today. I have to go handle some business on my own.”
“Oh, okay. Well, whatever it is, be careful,” she said, smiling as she stood and walked to the bathroom, wrapped in the sheet.
Once we had both dressed and had breakfast, we made our way outside to our cars. She looked good as hell in the suit I had the concierge service drop off for her. It fit her perfectly and made her look like the boss she was. I knew when I offered her the position at my company that she was going to show everybody, including herself and me, that she was the right one for the job.
“I know that we need to talk about what happens now, and I promise we’ll do that. If you’re free tonight, we can meet for dinner,” I said, opening her door for her.
“Okay, that sounds good to me.”
“Good, you can choose the location. Anywhere you want to go is cool with me.”
Smirking, she replied, “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later,” I said, kissing her lips before closing her door and watching her pull out of the driveway.
Once she was gone, I casually walked to my car and hopped inside. As I drove down the block, I shook my head. When I was sure that the coast was clear, I did an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street and rode back up my block. Parking a little way down from the car I was headed to, I grabbed my gun out of the glove compartment. I guessed motherfuckers wanted to be with the shits early today, and that was perfectly fine with me.
Walking up to the car, I took my gun and rammed it into the driver’s side window. How they didn’t see me approaching was beyond me, but that shit just went to show that they didn’t need to be here in the first fucking place. I was a nigga that valued my privacy, and I didn’t like a motherfucker to violate that shit. When I felt violated, I went back to the street nigga that I did my best to cover up with the expensive suits, but niggas were going to learn that he was still inside of me. He was just lying dormant, waiting for a stupid motherfucker to try me.
“What the fuck are you doing sitting outside of my house like you’re the fucking feds doing surveillance or something, Logan?” I asked once she got over the shock that I’d busted her fucking window out.
“You’re sleeping with that girl? For real, Sincere?” She cried.
I could tell that she’d been sitting her stupid ass outside crying all night. Her skin was flushed red, and her eyes were puffy as hell. And, she had a pile of tissues sitting in her passenger seat.
“Logan, what the fuck I do has not a gotdamn thing to do with you. Now, I’m going to tell you this shit one last time since you’re apparently a lot slower than I gave your ass credit for,” I said, reaching in, grabbing her collar, and bringing her head through the window.
“Don’t ever fucking stalk me again. Don’t call me, text me, show up at my office, or any of the fucking above. I’ve given your ass a lot of grace up until now, hell, too much grace, and now your ass has run out. Let this be the last time I ever see or hear from you. Or the next time might be the last time anybody sees or hears from your ass ever again. Got me?”
“Why are you doing me like this, Sincere?”
“Do you understand what the fuck I just said to you?”
“I got it,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I truly pray that you do, Logan. You’ve got too much life ahead of you to live for me to cut that shit short because you can’t let go.”
Letting her go, I waved at one of my neighbors and made my way back to my car. I had shit to do, and killing Logan’s delusional ass wasn’t on the plan for the day. But, if she kept pissing me off and with the way I was feeling, I would’ve definitely made the time to take her ass to swim with the fucking fishes.
“What’s up, man?” Mitch asked, slapping fives as I walked into the warehouse.
I didn’t spend much time there these days, but current circumstances caused me to have to show my face more than usual. Being a ghost was cool and all, but sometimes people forgot who the fuck you were and why they shouldn’t play with you. So, every now and again, I had to come out of the shadows and remind these niggas who the true boogeyman was around this motherfucker.
“Ain’t shit. So what’s new?” I asked, taking a seat. I barely acknowledge the two motherfuckers who were tied up in front of me. We could deal with their asses a little bit later.
“Well, after your run-in with Ethan, his ass done got real active lately. He didn’t like how you dismissed his ass, so now he feels like he has to prove that he’s still that nigga,” Mitch said, laughing.
We both knew this nigga was a joke, and it was truly comical. I hated a motherfucker who felt like you owed them so fucking much, but you really didn’t owe them a damn thing. If you listened to him tell the story, he was the one who put me onto this shit, and I owed him for that. But the truth was that while seeing him hustlin’ was the first introduction I had into this life, that was where shit stopped and started. I was the one who got out there and learned what I needed to learn, made the connections, and built something quicker and bigger than his ass had ever been able to do. I didn’t owe that nigga a fucking thing, and I was standing ten toes down on that.
“Yeah, I’ve decided that I’m just going to have to kill his ass. I’m not about to keep playing games with his old ass. I tried to give him grace and let him make it, but now he just gotta go.”
“Shit, just give me the word.”