"Ohhh, you did." She screeched in my ear, laughing like she had just won the lottery. "I knew it. I knew it. I been telling your scary ass to let loose, and what you do? You went and fucked that man . Can't believe you, Chiana, got a man laid up in her coochie—how does it feel?" I squeezed my eyes shut, exhaling slow. "Amina, I swear to God—"
"No, don't do that, friend." She was enjoying this way too much. "I need details. Was it giving? Did he take his time? Did he talk nasty? He sound like he talk nasty—" I pulled the phone away from my ear, groaning, but I couldn't fight the little smirk creeping onto my lips. This girl was too damn much. "Why are you like this?" I muttered, shaking my head. She sucked her teeth. "Girl, why are you playing?! You know I need to know. Spill it." I exhaled, staring at the ceiling for a second before letting my head fall forward. "...He rocked my world, Mina." The phone went silent. Then— "Ooooo bitch—" I cracked up, slapping a hand over my face. "Shut up!"
"Nah, nah, nah, you shut up!" She was screaming now. "I know your ass was walking funny this morning. I know you was clutching the walls for support." I groaned, pressing my fingers into my temples. "I hate you."
"No you don't," she sang. "You love me. Almost as much as you love that man's dick." But before I could get a word in, my office door swung open. Saint. Jules. Juste. Moving in unison, all power, all control, sucking the air straight out of the damn room. I didn't even hesitate. “Bye, Mina. I'll call you back." I hung up, ignoring the inevitable text I knew she was about to send, and set my phone down just as Juste walked right up on me. Not sitting across from me like the rest of them. Not waiting for me to address him. Nah.
He pulled up a chair right next to me, close enough that his scent wrapped around me. Then, without a word, he reached for my phone, unlocking it like it belonged to him, his fingers swiping straight to my call log. I watched him, my frown deepening. "You serious?" I asked, crossing my arms. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink. Just scrolled, making sure it was Amina I had been talking to. I rolled my eyes.
Still, he didn’t respond. Just nodded once to himself before setting my phone back down, completely unbothered by the fact that he was all up in my business. I stared at him, sucking my teeth. Juste finally spoke, his tone smooth, calm, but laced with something heavy. "My pops and Ju here to talk about the books. We got another deal to close in a month or two." My whole body stiffened. My arms crossed. My expression immediately shut down. "The hell you mean another deal?" My voice was sharp, laced with irritation. "I thought I told you no more after this last one."
Saint, who had been sitting quietly, watching me with that unreadable smirk, finally let out a low chuckle. A slow, deep, knowing chuckle. Like I had just said something real funny. Saint leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, those sharp, dark eyes settling on mine. "Baeeby girl, You think you tellin' us how to run this shit?" Jules chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, and Juste just sat there, watching me, his expression blank, waiting to see how I was about to respond. I swallowed, straightening my spine, keeping my face neutral, even as my pulse kicked up. "I think I was under the impression that I was cleaning up your mess, not adding to it." My voice was smooth, controlled. Saint smirked, tilting his head slightly. "That so?" I lifted a brow. "Yeah. That's so."
Juste exhaled through his nose, rubbing his chin, before finally speaking. "Listen, let us handle what we gotta handle. You just focus on making sure the numbers do what they need to do." I narrowed my eyes at him. "That's cute. But I'm not some little assistant that just follows orders. I told you, you keep bringing in more—"
"And I heard you," Juste interrupted, his voice dropping, his eyes locking on mine, dark and serious. The tension shifted. Tightened. Grew thicker. I swallowed, heat spreading up my neck, my irritation battling with the way my damn body reacted whenever he talked to me like this. Saint leaned back, watching the exchange, that same smirk still in place. "She feisty," he murmured, shaking his head. "I like her." Jules chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, let's see how much you like her when she cussin' us all out after she has to fix this shit."
Saint laughed again, standing up. "Aight, baeeby girl. Juste got the numbers for you. Handle what needs handlin'. You smart—I know you gon' figure it out." My nostrils flared, exhaling through my nose as Saint and Jules both stood. Juste didn't move. Didn't so much as twitch, just stayed seated, watching me with that same unreadable expression that made me feel like he saw through me. I stood up, smoothing my hands over the gray T-shirt dress I'd thrown on this morning after my shower, trying to shake off the frustration still lingering in my chest.
The door clicked shut. Before I could take another breath, Juste moved. His strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me off my feet effortlessly, and in seconds, I was on the desk, my legs automatically parting as he stepped between them. I barely had time to react before his mouth was on my neck, his lips trailing slow, heated kisses along my skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping, sliding up the curve of my ass before they dipped lower. The second his fingers found the thin material of my thong, he tugged it to the side, ripping it so it was no longer in the way, making me gasp. "J—Juste—" I moaned, before I felt him. Thick. Hard. Pressing right against my clit. A soft moan escaped me, my thighs tightening around him, my body already reacting before my mind could catch up. He smirked against my skin, rubbing himself against me, teasing me, making me ache. "Sound so pretty when you do that," he murmured against my neck, voice dark.
Then, in one swift motion, he slid into me, deep, stretching me, making me gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Oh my—" I couldn't even get the words out, my body clenching around him, taking every inch of what he was giving me. His pace started slow, deliberate, hitting places he had no business hitting, his mouth never leaving my neck, sucking, making sure I felt him in every way possible. The pleasure built quickly, my legs trembling around him, my breath coming out in short, quiet moans.
Then—The door swung open. I froze. Juste didn't. His hips stilled, but his hand slid between us, his fingers finding my already soaked clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles, making my entire body lock up. "The fuck you want, Ju?" Juste growled, his tone edged with irritation, but his fingers never stopped moving. I clenched my jaw, biting down on my lip, fighting to stifle the moans threatening to spill out as I squirmed against his touch, my body betraying me. Jules stood there, frozen, eyes darting between us before his face twisted . "Oh shit, my bad... uh... I was just coming back to let y'all know Nia invited y'all over for... you know what? I'll just text you bout that. Pops wanna holla’ at you before he pull off." Then, just as fast as he appeared, he was gone, slamming the door behind him. The second it shut, I exhaled, my body trembling, my thighs still quivering around Juste as I tried to collect myself.
I smacked his arm weakly, breathless. "Are you insane?" He chuckled, slow, dark, still inside me, his fingers pressing one last teasing stroke against my clit before gripping my hips. "What? He should've knocked ." I opened my mouth to curse him out, but the moment I shifted, feeling all of him still deep in me, I lost my train of thought. He felt it. Saw it all over my face. He pulled out of me adjusting himself in his pants making me pout . "Fix your face" His voice was low, dripping with control. "We not done. Let me see what’s up."
_
Later that night, we found ourselves at Jules and Nia's estate. The house was big, beautiful, but still had that warm, lived-in feel. You could tell a family was raised here, from the scattered toys in the corner to the soft scent of vanilla and home-cooked food in the air. Nia had cooked lasagna, and after we ate, we were all sitting around in their open-concept kitchen and dining area, drinking and talking. Their kids—Juliana, Jezel, and little Juelz—were spending the night with Ms. Evie and Saint, which explained why Nia wanted the company. The house was too quiet, too still.
She leaned back in her chair, sipping from her wine glass as her eyes bounced between me and Juste. Then, just like that, she smirked. "Y'all acting weird." I stared at her blankly. "What?" Juste didn't react. Didn't shift. Didn't even blink. Just kept sipping his drink, his face unreadable, his body completely relaxed next to me. But under the damn table, his hand was firmly rubbing up and down my thigh, moving slow, teasing, his fingers pressing into my skin in a way that made it damn near impossible for me to sit still. I shot him a look, warning him without saying a word, but all he did was smirk into his glass, like he had no idea what he was doing. Nia leaned forward, squinting at me like she was trying to read my soul. "You heard what I said." She sipped again. "Y'all acting weird. What's going on?" I kept my face neutral, ignoring the way Juste's fingers squeezed my thigh slightly. I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Nia mimicked, brows raised. "You sure? 'Cause I know my brother-in-law. And I know when some shit goin on." Juste finally spoke, his voice smooth, unbothered. "Damn, Nia, maybe I'm just in a good mood." Jules snorted. "Yeah, a real good mood." I tensed slightly, my stomach flipping. Because I already knew where this was going. Nia's attention snapped to Jules immediately. "What that mean?" Jules smirked, shaking his head. "Nah, it's just funny, that's all." Nia sat up straighter. "Funny how ?" Jules glanced at me. Then at Juste. Then back at me. Then he grinned. "I caught dem earlier." My whole body stiffened. Nia's eyes widened. "Caught?" Jules lifted his glass, nodding toward me. "Your lil accountant friend over here? Yeah, she was sitting real high up on her desk when I walked in earlier." Nia gasped, covering her mouth with her hand before screeching.
I groaned, my face heating, but Juste just chuckled, slow, low, like he had been waiting for this conversation to happen. Nia immediately turned toward me, eyes damn near glowing with excitement. "Bitch." I sighed. "Nia—"
"No, don't 'Nia' me! You was sitting up on your desk while my brother-in-law was—OH MY GOD." She screamed into her wine glass. I closed my eyes, shaking my head. Jules laughed, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, I ain't see everything—but I saw enough." I covered my face. "Y'all too much."
Juste smirked, completely unbothered, his fingers still rubbing slow circles on my thigh. I pinched him under the table, making him grunt slightly, but all he did was chuckle. Nia leaned in, lowering her voice, eyes wide. "Okay, but I'm here for it . brother in law been needing somebody for a minute ." I shook my head, lowering my hand and taking a big sip of my wine. Jules sighed, shaking his head dramatically. "Y'all nasty as hell, man." Juste chuckled, finally speaking. "Ain't my fault your ass don't know how to knock." The laughter in the room settled into a comfortable hum, the warmth of the wine and the company loosening me up more than I realized.
I wasn't supposed to feel this at home. Not with them. Not with Juste. But here I was, sipping on expensive-ass wine, laughing at Nia's dramatic ass, while my Juste rubbed on my thigh under the table like he didn't just almost get us caught up earlier. Nia was still grinning like she hit the damn lottery, eyes locked on me. "So, what you not gon' do is try to change the subject. I need details." I groaned, sinking further into my chair. "We don't even need to get into all of that. " She scoffed. "Girl, you in my house, drinking my wine, possibly sitting in my damn chair with your coochie still adjusting, and you telling me we don't need to get into that ?"
Juste choked on his drink. Jules slammed his glass down, laughing. "Yo, what the fuck?!" I slapped my hands over my face. "Oh my God." Nia waved her hand, unfazed. "Answer the damn question, Chiana." I peeked at her from behind my fingers. "I will not." She leaned in, narrowing her eyes. "So that means he rocked your ass, huh?" Jules groaned, standing up. "I can't still can't believe she fell for the nigga"
Juste grinned, sipping his drink slow, like he was eating this shit up. His hand squeezed my thigh, just slightly. I shot him a look, but that damn smirk never left his face. Nia caught the exchange immediately. Her mouth curved into a smirk. "Oh. Oh." She smacked Jules on the arm. "Oh, he got her!" Jules rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna believe this shit." Nia pointed at me. "That man put it on you, and now you sitting here quiet as hell!"
I lifted my wine glass, sipping slow. "I plead the fifth." Jules shook his head, looking at Juste. "You should be ashamed of yaself, man." Juste just shrugged. "She don't look ashamed." I almost choked on my wine. I sighed, shaking my head. "Y'all are insane." Nia grinned, topping off my glass. "Nah, baby. You insane for messing with a St. Jean. But I ain't mad at it." Juste smirked, leaning back in his chair, hand still gripping my thigh like he wasn't letting me go nowhere.
—
By the time we made it back to the house, I was exhausted. I couldn't even explain why—I hadn't done shit but sit around, drink wine, and listen to Nia clown me all night. But the second I stepped inside, I felt the weight of everything settle on me, the warmth of the alcohol making my limbs heavy. So, I did what I always did—slipped into my room, peeled off my clothes, and let the hot water from the shower run over me, hoping it would wash away the thoughts swirling in my head. Thoughts of Juste. Thoughts of how much I was letting myself fall into this shit.
When I got out, I dressed in a satin pajama set—shorts and a tank—I climbed into bed, sighing as I melted into the mattress. I barely had a second to close my eyes before I heard his voice. "Come get in the bed with me." I blinked, turning my head toward the doorway. Juste stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked on me. He wasn't dressed like he had been earlier. Now, it was just a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, his chest bare, tattoos stretching across his skin. I sat up slightly, my arms folding across my chest. "No."
He lifted a brow. "No?"
I smirked. "You don't just get to keep getting my coochie cat like that." He chuckled, low, deep, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Oh yeah?" He moved toward the bed, slow, deliberate. "That what we doin' now?" I held my ground, tilting my head. "That's what I'm doin' now."
