Chapter 15 #2
I didn’t bother knocking when I entered his office. When I walked in he was on the phone talking, but the moment his eyes landed on me I could tell I had his attention. Pushing away from his desk he motioned for me to come to him.
Of course I did. The moment I was in his vicinity he pulled my body into his lap.
His face told me that he sensed my mood without me even having to say anything.
It was like he was asking me what was wrong with his eyes.
Weird… right? His and my communication wasn’t just verbal, shit it was physical and mental.
I swear sometimes I felt like this man could read my mind.
Seconds later he was off the phone and peering at me. “What’s wrong, Avery?”
North
The moment she walked into my office; I knew something was up.
I could see all over her face that something was bothering her.
But in true Ommy fashion, her actions didn't mirror that.
She didn't want to talk right now. After I asked her fine ass what was wrong, she pressed her lips against mine.
Then I felt her hands at my belt buckle.
Nope, she definitely didn't want to talk yet.
She knew what she wanted, so instead of asking any more questions or denying her, I stood up with her on my lap and carried her over to my sofa.
That motherfucker was new too, because she gave me nothing but her ass to kiss the last time she came to see me and saw the sofa that I fucked Santi on.
She said it gave her flashbacks, so I bought a new fucking couch.
Once I was seated and she was on my lap, she broke our kiss and just peered at me. Her eyes held emotion that she wouldn't speak of right now.
“I need this. I need you,” she vaguely murmured before she freed me.
Biting into my bottom lip, I just watched her. She knew what she needed at this exact moment, so who was I to deny her? The woman I loved.
She reached between her legs rubbing against herself before lifting up slightly.
By this time, my hands were on her sides and she was hovering over my shit.
When she finally started to ease down I just knew I was about to lose it.
It was pure fucking torture for both of us when she played the slow game.
“Sssshhh,'' she exhaled hard when she reached the base. Then she started to rock her hips back and forth slowly still torturing herself and me.
“Ff…uck.” I dug my teeth into my bottom lip with my fingertips buried in her sides. I just knew fingerprints would be embedded in her skin after this. I was going to get enough of letting her ass take charge when she rode me.
Lifting her dress up over her ass cheek I slapped her on the ass hard before gripping it with a quickness.
“Baby, I’m about to…” Her sentence trailed off while she craned her neck. She was staring up at the ceiling like God was who had her on this high. Nah, it was me, all me. Right when she thought she had it, I flipped her over onto her back and began to drill into her.
About an hour later, I sat at the chair on my desk debating if I was going to take my ass home and say fuck this workday while Ommy was in the washroom. As soon as I decided I was about to push through the day, she exited looking directly at me.
“You wanna tell me what that was about?” I watched her walk over and take a seat on the sofa. It was something about seeing my child growing inside of her that lit up my entire world. It made my chest swell.
She blinked a few times before rubbing her small stomach. “Why does it have to be some—”
“You require a nigga to spill his whole fucking soul to you. Don’t you? So, don't hold back. What's up?”
She sat in a petulant silence for a minute before blowing a frustrated breath. “I saw my mother today.”
When that statement left her lips. I was already on my feet, approaching the space that she had now made herself comfortable in.
I took a seat next to her and just looked at her.
I was choosing my words wisely because I knew Omyia and her mother's absence was something that bothered her more often than she led on.
She was like Namari in that aspect. “How did that go?”
“It didn't. She showed up to the shop trying to talk, but I guess she didn't expect my dad to be there. In so many words, he shut her down and she just went about her day.”
I nodded. “How do you feel about that?”
“Honestly, I don't know. I can't say I don't feel anything because that would be an absolute lie. I just don't know what I feel.” Now she was looking down like she was ashamed.
I leaned over and caressed her cheek before allowing my hand to go find its way to her cheek.
Then I lifted her face and made her look at me before I began to speak, “That ain't shit to be ashamed of, because that's ya’ moms shorty.
If you wanna hear her out or don't, all that is up to you. All of it.” Then I leaned forward and mashed my lip against her arms. I guess that was my way of comforting her without words as well.
When we parted, she just looked at me. Then after she allowed herself to accept that I was right she nodded her head.
Seconds later, my hand found its way to her belly. I couldn't be around her and not touch. Pride always filled my veins in those moments. “Now that's over, I got something that I want to talk to you about.”
“What's up?” She covered my hand with hers.
“I’on like not having you know shit. I need you to be up on everything that I'm in, so you'll never be out here blind.”
She nodded.
“You know that shit with Mari and whoever shot Surah hasn't been resolved. Things may get di—”
“You're stepping back into the streets?”
“No, I'm going to let Namari handle his business on his own, but if he needs my help, I'm going to be there for my brother.”
“And I expect nothing less. I expected you to have your brother’s back, regardless of anything. I just don't like the idea of you stepping back into the st—”
“I'm not. Anything I do is to resolve things if necessary.
You met me and I wasn't in the streets, and that's how it'll be. Plus we got a family to tend to. I’m done with that life, so you never have to worry about me choosing to go back to it. ” I meant what I said to her, and I wasn't in the business of breaking any promises that I made to her.
“Are you done here or ca—”
“How did you get this way?” It dawned on me that I had dropped her and Ssiah off at the shop after we dropped Niema off at school this morning.
“Uber. I needed to get here.”
I mugged her hard as fuck before I spoke. She knew I hated those ridesharing apps. Nothing about them was secure. “What do I tell you about that?”
“I clutched my blade. The whole right here.” She had a small smile on her face. “I'm sorry, daddy. It won't happen again.” Now she was trying to be funny.
Seconds later, I yoked her up and pulled her comedic ass into my space. Of course, another big ass smile covered her lips as she batted her eyes.
“What's funny?”
“Mhmmm.” She leaned forward licking my lips before trying to pull back. It was way too late for that. Way too late because my mind was already low and trying to control the situation here once again.
“Nope, we can't. I need to get home and be ready to take Niema homecoming dress shopping.”
“I don't know why it ain't like she's going.” I forced Ommy into my lap and rested my hands on her sides.
“And why not?”
“Because homecoming is just a codeword for afterparty dick. She ain't ready for that.”
“North!” Ommy’s voice nearly screeched.
“What?” I asked.
“You let her go to the others, didn't you?”
“Yeah, that was before she had that lil’ nigga sniffing up behind her.” I shrugged.
She laughed. “North, that doesn't mean anything.”
“Tuh, hell. The only reason that little nigga was able to talk to her was because of you. Talking about studying over the phone. Studying what? What the fuck is he behind on when they’re only two weeks into school?”
Her ass kept laughing like I wasn't right. How in the hell could anybody get behind in the first two weeks of school? I knew the game and that lil’ nigga was trying to cozy up to some pussy from my baby sister.
“But baby.”
“Don't ‘but baby’ me. I was that age and so were you. You know what they want.” I was done talking about it.
“You’re right. We’re this age now and I know what you want too.” She winked.
“Avery.”
She leaned forward and smashed her lips against mine then pulled back. “Please.”
“Avery.”
“North.”
Naima knew what she was doing. Having Ommy on her side meant she fought her battles and all that shit. I was outnumbered like a motherfucker in my own house.
Knoxx