“I’m just sayin’. You been single for a minute.”
“Nigga,youbeen single for a minute longer!” I argued.
“Nah, I still be fuckin’. I keep at least one chick in the rotation, but I be worried about you, C. If you’re not working, you’re in the house, then you been over here fuckin’ on AI pussy and shit!”
“AI… What? You mean Pearl?”
“You named the shit?!” he barked, jumping back, like I was dirty or something.
“It had a name when I bought it.” I shrugged and looked off.
“Man, you don’t even fuck with tech like that, but over here using fake pussy? Hell naw! The season is over. We gettin’ you some real pussy… Either that or I’m tellin’ ya moms. I refuse to let you be out here down bad like this.”
“Nik, please,” I groaned. “It’s not that deep!”
A few months ago, I got tired of manual orgasms, so in a moment of weakness I went online and ordered a type of… toy. It hadallthe bells and whistles—suction, vibrating, warming, thrusting,androtating. Best three minutes I ever had, but Niko’s nosy ass found the packaging and had been roasting me to hell ever since.
“I’m just sayin’, if you need itthatbad, we can find you somebody…anybody.” I looked at him like he was insane because sticking my dick inanybodywas never my thing.
“I’m good. I don’t need the drama,” I assured him as I walked him to the door so I could put his ass out and continue with my daily duties. I was starving and had some chicken, rice, andbroccoli that was calling my name. Niko had just pulled off when the doorbell rang, stopping me in my tracks and causing me to turn back around.
“Can I help you?” I frowned down at the unknown white man who stood at my door. He was a whole foot shorter than me and couldn’t have weighed more than 130 pounds soaking wet, looking goofy as hell in his plaid button up and starched khakis.
“Hello, are you Chase Andrews?” he asked nervously, pushing his wire rimmed glasses up on his nose.
“Who wants to know?” My confused frown deepened as I wondered what he was on and how the fuck he got into my gated neighborhood? I was definitely gon’ have to get with John who ran security, because this shit wasn’t gon’ fly.
“You’ve been served,” he huffed out in one long breath, pushed an envelope in my hand, then hobbled awkwardly down the steps. I just stood there, scratching my head in shock and watching him run slow enough that I could have caught him three times over before he made it to his beat-up Impala.
“Bitch ass nigga,” I mumbled angrily as I watched him start the car and drive away. That motherfucker was so raggedy that it barely made it out the driveway. I looked down at the envelope in my hands, quickly tearing it open to figure out what the fuck was going on. My scowl deepened further as I read the words on the paperwork in front of me. Once I saw enough bullshit to piss me off for a lifetime, I quickly stumbled to locate my phone and called Niko, telling him to get his ass back to the house ASAP.
CHAPTER 2
BITCH, BE COOL
BREAKING NEWS:R&B Powerhouse and Actress Chanel King is Suing Her Baller Ex Boyfriend Chase Andrews for Alleged Physical, Emotional, and Financial Abuse Sustained Over Their Rocky 15-Year Relationship.
I shookmy head and put my phone back in my desk drawer, having hit my limit on social media for the day. Men were a special breed of stupid, especially the rich ones. It was never enough to have the whole world at their feet, damn near unlimited funds at their disposal, and women willing to do whatever they wanted for them—they always had to demonstrate their power in the most disgusting ways. I shook my dark thoughts away and left my office to find my assistant, Jocelyn. She had messaged me a few minutes ago and asked me to meet her in the conference room.
“Congratulations Amaya!” I tried my best to look excited as I walked into the conference room full of my coworkers. My face tightened in displeasure as I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the cake, streamers, and other party decorations littered throughout the space.
“What the fuck is this?” I mumbled under my breath to Jocelyn who stood there looking like she was afraid that I wasgoing to cuss her out—for good reason—because why the fuck would she call me in here for this?
“I just… I was told to get you here. I told them you wouldn’t be into it,” she said with wide eyes as we both conjured up our best fake smiles. She was right about that, because I didnotwant to be there. We mingled for as long as we could, suffering from handshakes and fake ass praises from people who would sooner wish me dead than actually acknowledge the greatness that I had just pulled off.
I was the lead attorney for Rich Ferguson, a first round draft pick for the Clay City Chargers, and had just helped him win a multimillion dollar discrimination lawsuit against his franchise owners. The case brought eyes to the firm, and I could already see the benefits rolling in as new clients were requesting us left and right.
Did that earn me anything other than this cheap ass cake and juice that they used as a distraction to get away from their desks for an hour? Of fucking course not. I spent most of my time ducked off in a corner away from the rest of the room. I loved to be celebrated, but this was some bullshit, and everyone there knew it.
I had just mapped out my escape, ready to lock myself in my office for the rest of the day, when Cowen Briggs rounded the corner and got right in my face. Usually, I wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but Cowen looked much more suited to run a frat house than to practice law. While everyone else wore suits and business attire, he thought it was cute to show up every day looking like he was on his way to play a round of golf. The incompetence didn’t stop there, and I was pretty sure he either paid, or cheated, his way through law school because the man was dumber than an empty water bottle.
“Congratulations Lewis,” he said, standing so close to me that the overbearing scent of his aftershave made me dizzy for a moment.
“Thanks.” I kept it short. I had heard about him shit talkingme on more than one occasion, and while I tried my best to keep it professional, I could go from one to Set it Off real quick if need be. This particular firm had not seen unhinged Amaya quite yet, but I was all too happy to introduce them.
“So…” His voice dropped as he stepped even closer to me.
“So?” I mirrored back, brows crinkled in confusion and disgust. I would have moved away, but my back was literally against a wall.
