“Your mic is hot.” Snatching it off, I cursed under my breath. He knew of my infidelities because I often needed him to run interference, but he had to sign an NDA. I made sure that anyone aware of my situation was bound by iron clad paperwork. I learned from my father, and it was a lesson I would never forget. My mother took him to the cleaners once she found out about his cheating. He lost everything including his CEO position since they had a morality clause in place. Yeah, I reaped the benefits of her taking him down, but as the apple that didn’t fall from the tree, I learned from his errors.
When I met Blaise, she was simply Brianna. I was involved with someone who was already prominent in her field, so she didn’t put up with my bullshit. I could tell how eager Brianna was to please me, and I realized I had struck gold. Especially since it wasn’t just about my work ethic. I had a blank canvas, and I could create a masterpiece to my liking. That’s exactly what I did.
Poor background, fresh out of college, pregnant with no baby’s father, and impressionable. That’s what I had before me and all I had to do was promise her the world. Don’t get me wrong, I did what I promised. Blaise had the red carpet rolled out for her without any effort. It’s almost impossible toget news anchor especially without any background, but I had connections. I created a star, but I made sure to protect my investment.
See, her canvas wasn’t just about her career. I was able to mold her the way I wanted in our relationship as well. I married her, but outside of the iron clad prenup, I also made her sign a contract. If she left, her name, persona, and job would stay with me. I made sure I copyrighted everything and that was why I knew I could do whatever and she would take it. If she didn’t give a fuck about anything else, I knew she wouldn’t want to let that go.
If she contacted Mila’s real father, or tell anyone that I wasn’t her dad, she would meet the same fate. I wasn’t about to put in all that work just to have her snatched from me like I wasn’t shit. Blaise agreed and she upheld her end of the bargain. Now, it wasn’t so easy to keep my mistresses in line, and that’s why I was now getting this call at my office. These hoes weren’t the same and they’re never satisfied. No matter how much money I throw at them, at some point, they want more, and the threats begin.
Blaise’s livelihood wasn’t the only thing in the contract. She signed and only had one stipulation. My philandering could never come out or the contract was null and void. I agreed because up until I got married, these hoes had some couth about themselves and didn’t care about telling the world my secret.
“Garrett, I know you hear me talking to you.” The attitude in Denise’s voice brought me out of my thoughts and put me in an instant mood.
“I asked you why are you calling me here? You know the rules.”
“Fuck the rules. I told you I’m pregnant and you went ghost on my ass. You think I won’t go to the news and blow your precious image clean out the water?”
“Your threats mean nothing to me. When the time is right, I’ll get a DNA and we will go from there. If you even look at a newspaper, I promise you won’t get a fucking dime.”
“You don’t even love her. Why can’t we be together?”
“Do you know why men rather pay hoes than to have a mistress?”
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” I could feel her rolling her eyes.
“They pay them to leave. I should have fucked you, threw a few dollars, and left your ass where you belong. In the gutter. Don’t call me, I’ll call you if I want some of that good head on your shoulders. Do you understand?”
“Garrett…” She sounded exhausted, but I didn’t care. See, what Blaise and everyone else didn’t know was I was in a contract of my own. My trust fund from my mother. Yeah, I got paid extremely well, but for the lifestyle I lived, my trust fund gave me the leisure to do what I wanted. My mother was still bitter behind my father, so she made sure that was a clause in my trust fund. I had to be married in order to receive it. If I cheated, I would be cut off.
“Denise, your threats turned me off. You need to decide if you really want me in your life. If you love me, you wouldn’t throw threats at me. You know this is a paper marriage that I need, yet you are threatening to compromise that. How is that love? I thought you were my soul mate, but I guess I was wrong.” I gaslit the hell out of her, and I was now waiting to see her response.
“I’m sorry. You know I just want us to be together. I would never go to the news about you. You’re everything to me.” Smiling, I milked it.
“Good, be ready when I come over tonight. I want it real nasty how I like it.”
“Okay.” Hanging up, I fell out laughing. I’ve been messing with Denise off and on for some years, but we only got heavy this last month.
I had a main mistress, but she started demanding more and I had to have her dealt with. She was going to cause problems and I couldn’t have that. Denise wasn’t normally my type, I just liked how nasty she got. However, our little situation was starting to head in the right direction.
She was easily manipulated and that was the type of woman I needed in my life. I was done with work, but I was going to look over some topics for my next segment. Thinking about Denise had my dick bricking up, so I said fuck it and decided to leave. Getting in my car, I drove to her house. I didn’t need to call ahead of time because her entire existence revolved around me.
11-DEVIN “THE MERCENARY” MERCER
“Why yo ass acting like you not trying to fuck these bitches?” Nock was looking at me with the side eye. “You wanna tell me something?”
“Man, gone head on. You always trying to see if a mufucka gay. Make me think yo ass the one doing the bending the way you be around here watching.”
“Naw, I’m watching these hoes, but you watching me. Fuck you on bro?” I fell out laughing because he was dead ass serious. This was how Nock was though. If you stood next to him too long in the lockerroom he was gone start questioning yo ass. He continued to stare at me as if he wanted an answer. Shaking my head, I responded.
“Damn, a nigga can’t get caught on camera doing fuck shit no more. My girl don’t like that shit.” He went back to throwing money, but he kept his eyes on me. He wasn’t all the way sold yet.
“Since when you get a girl?”
“You remember that tv bitch, Blaise?”
“Nigga, now I know you lying. She married. I know because I checked. I wanted to stretch her ass across Lake Michigan.” I don’t know why but hearing him say that had me hot.
“Yeah, she still with that lame for now. I’m wearing her ass down though.”
