He nodded and then kissed my temple as I exited the vehicle and walked back toward the gate. This was the first time that anyone on my team had seen me in a predicament like this, but I was off the clock, and I wasn’t concerned. Their contracts were so ironclad about my personal life that it wasn’t like they could speak about it if they wanted to.
The gate opened, allowing me inside, and I passed Big A.
“Boss Lady, you just made my job harder.” He said with a chuckle, but I knew exactly what he meant. He meant seeing me in that position.
“Your job or your dick?” I asked. He was flustered and didn’t answer right away, but before he was going to, I continued. “I’ll make it the easiest it’s ever been if you let a man with an assault rifle pick me up and don’t make a single attempt to ensure mysafety. Your eyes are on the wrong thing.” I said, snapping him back into professional mode.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled.
I knew that Psycho wouldn’t hurt me, but they didn’t. Regardless of how long they’d known him, he wasn’t the exception to their jobs.
I kept a straight face, then smirked as I turned around and walked back toward the front door of my parents’ home. I wasn’t really mad at A; that was just my attempt at keeping it professional.
When I went back into the house, I picked up my plate from the place I had left it. My mother was clearing the table, and my father had likely gone to take a bath like he did every night after dinner.
“Was everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, just some questions that needed to be answered,” I said quietly as I rounded her to go to the microwave to reheat my food.
“Hmmm.” She said with a raised eyebrow.
I waited for the microwave to stop and then brought my plate back to the table.
She walked over to me and stood there and gave me the lightest tap on my lips with her back hand.
“Now a lie ain’t nothing for you to tell. You act like I don’t have eyes and windows that go from my floor to the ceiling. I told you about that boy. He hasn’t changed a bit. You’re lucky your daddy ain’t see him.”
I laughed because I had been caught. I knew that she couldn’t see inside the vehicle from the window because if she could, the slap would have probably been a real one.
“Maaaaa!” I whined. Yes, I was overly grown, but I still respected my parents. I wasn’t about to boss up on my girl andtell her I pay my own bills and that what I did was nobody’s business.
“Ma, nothing.” She scolded me.
I nodded, and then she kissed my forehead and sat down to ask me about how things were really going with my career.
We talked for longer than I had intended. My mom was one of my best friends, and I was thankful for the way we could spend hours talking about everything and nothing. But I had told Psycho two hours, and that time had passed. He was calling my phone, and I knew that he thought I had lied to him or changed my mind.
I tried to ignore the vibration of my phone as I wrapped up the conversation and got into the truck. But as soon as I got inside, he called for a second time.
“Yes, Psycho?”
“You want me to go back to prison already? Huh?” He asked calmly.
“I’m just leaving my parents’ house; give me another hour, and I’ll be there.”
“Aight.” He said before we disconnected the phone.
I sighed as I looked out the window on the drive back to my place. I knew that I was making a big mistake, but I had to see it through. I should have told him no. I should have stuck to my guns and not let him eat my pussy until I came all over his leather seats.
But that’s not what I did. I’ve just come home to bathe, shower, and rub myself down in my favorite body butter, headed to go see the menace.
My better judgment took PTO.
The Heaux
September 23, 2021
Last night may have been the best night of my life.
