Chapter 8
Two days before the anniversary party . . .
I paced my office floor, looking over the speech I had prepared for our fifth annual anniversary. I couldn’t even believe I was doing this shit, but a certain someone with some magnificent pussy suggested that I give a longer speech than the one I had been giving every year.
During these past few weeks, Layne and I did as I promised and kept our relationship professional at work.
But once we left this building, I was turning her ass every which way but loose.
I couldn’t lie; I was falling for Layne Amaya Grant.
Our vibe was beautiful, and outside of sex, she was just as fun as I could be.
I loved joking with her, watching her, watching movies with her, and vibing to music with her. I just loved everything about her ass.
When she rode my dick, I raised her pay.
Any woman who could make my eyes water while fucking me deserved the damn world.
Just thinking about her pretty, thick ass had me wanting to go down to the cafeteria and drag her back up here.
I wanted to be in her damn skin, and that had never happened to me before.
I had to say, I believed I found my person.
Tonight, we were going out to dinner with our parents. Shit was moving hella fast between us, but I knew meeting her parents had to happen, because I was smitten by their daughter already.
Amerie started last week, and her little ass was all over the place. I had each manager of each team train her to see where she would excel at. As I knew, she excelled in the media department. However, that didn’t stop her from venturing off, doing other things except her damn job.
While going over the speech, I saw Layne step off the elevator with none other than Denver’s punk ass.
They were laughing while his eyes lustfully scanned her body in the black and red dress that clung to her every curve.
I had forgotten that his ass was coming to see me today, but now I was glad he had, because I had to make it known that Layne was off the market.
I continued to watch their interaction before Layne shook her head then headed inside her office with this nigga’s eyes still trained on her ass. An ass that was perfectly round with no imperfections that I had been eating since we started fucking.
This nigga .
Denny entered my office with a smile on his face as I walked around my desk to take a seat.
“What up, Cuddy?” he asked, taking a seat in front of my desk.
“Shit. What you needed to talk to me about?”
“Oh, the budget for this anniversary party . . . You went a little overboard, don’t you think?”
“It’s the fifth year that my company has been thriving. Why wouldn’t I do it big?”
“I mean, people do that on the tenth or twentieth. Your budget was five grand, and you’re three grand over that. As your chief financial officer and advisor, I have to bring this to your attention.”
“It’s cool, Denny. The money can be replaced. I just want everyone to eat good and have a good time. Show my staff and business partners that I appreciate what they bring to the company.”
He laughed. “Nigga, since when? You been feeding them bologna sandwiches and giving Hi-C fruit punch since you started throwing these shits. Never spent over two grand at best.”
“Aye, chill with that nigga shit. Furthermore, I didn’t have the right assistance to make the other years as grand as this one.”
“Ahhh, Miss Mamas got you doing shit you wouldn’t do otherwise.
I get it. Her fine ass can get all the money in my pocket and the loose change too.
I’m trying to see what that do, but her ass been spinnin’ me.
I ain’t never been turned down by nobody.
It just makes me want her ass even more. I love a challenge.”
That’s it .
“She’s not available to be courted, Denny.”
“Oh, she got a man?”
“She does.”
“Fuck that nigga. He ain’t hitting that shit right. I’ll put money on it.”
“How much?”
He looked at me, eyes squinting, probably now figuring it out. “Wait . . . You hitting that?”
“Is that all you wanted?” I asked, not giving up shit.
“Damn, Cuddy. I was trying to slide?—”
“Already slid. Slid her right into my life. Sorry, Cuddy. Better luck next time.”
He frowned. “I should have known yo’ ass was gon’ get her. What happened to that no dating employees rule shit you put in place?”
“That doesn’t apply to me. It only applies to your ass.
D, you’re not about to do what the fuck you have been doing.
You almost got us sued because you keep fucking with my assistants.
It’s why I can never keep any of them. But I refuse for you to fuck with Layne.
She’s mine and the best at what she does. Leave her the fuck alone, Cuz.”
“Man, them bitches just saw dollar signs and saw an opportunity to get something out of you. I didn’t do half the shit them hos said I did.”
“Are we done here?” I wasn’t about to sit and listen to his lies. Whatever they said he did, he did that shit.
He scoffed. “Yeah . . . I guess so.” He stood from the chair and headed toward the door, then turned to look at me. “You do know this shit won’t last, right?”
I frowned. “What you mean?”
“Work romances never last, my guy. There’s always someone else the other party have their eyes on.
” He smirked, then walked out of my office.
I didn’t want to have to beat my cousin’s ass.
I knew Layne and I had only known each other for a couple weeks, but the shit I felt for her couldn’t be ignored.
I think I kind of knew the person Layne was, and she didn’t strike me as the type to cheat or creep. Nonetheless, I knew how Denver was. The nigga was going to keep trying his hand at her, and I had no doubt that I was going to have to step to him.
I picked up my cell and dialed Layne’s number. I needed to hear her voice.
“Hey, you.” She answered on the third ring.
“What’s up, baby? How was your lunch?”
“Eh, same old, same old. How was yours? Did they mess up your steak again?”
“Nah. I think they ass knows better now.”
She giggled. “Bloody ass steak. They truly thought you were a vampire or something!”
I laughed. “I want to ask you something.”
“Sure.”
“Are you okay with our parents meeting? I know it’s early, but since my family brought you up at dinner last Sunday, they kind of want to meet the woman that got my grown ass smiling so hard.”
“I’m okay with it if you are. No pressure. We can play it however you want. I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. My parents will understand if we cancel. I kind of like having you to myself for now anyway.”
“Me too. We can set something up after the party. I don’t think I mentioned how fucking beautiful you look today either,” I complimented, looking over at her through the glass that separated our offices.
She laughed. “You tell me that every day.”
“Because it’s true. Can I be honest with you?”
“Always.”
“I have never been as attracted to anyone as I am with you. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about you, and every time I try, shit never works out.”
“You want to forget about me already?” She laughed.
“Hell no. Never. I just don’t want you to think we’re moving fast, because I like how this is going. I like the smell of you, the taste of you, and the sound of your voice, the sway in your walk . . .”
“Tell me more.” I could hear the blush in her tone, and I smiled.
“I want you to sit on my face tonight.”
“You must want to die tonight?”
“If I die eating you, I’ll die a happy man.”
She laughed loud then covered her mouth. “The ballroom is coming together nicely. Would you like to see it?” She was deflecting because she was too shy to express herself without my tongue or dick encouraging her.
“Nah, I’ll see it at the party. And while we’re on the subject, I had a little something sent to your house.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I like surprises. Gifts are one of my love languages.”
“We’re going to have to talk more about those tonight when I invite you over for dinner.”
“You cook?”
“I do a little something.”
“Period, boo!” We laughed, and I found myself daydreaming about all the things I wanted to do with her.
“A’ight, baby. Let me make some phone calls. I’ll see you tonight at eight. Don’t be late.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
“Cool . . . See you soon, beautiful.”
“See ya.” We hung up as I prepared for yet another meeting.
The doorbell sounded just as I pulled the chicken from the oven.
I placed the pan on the stove then went to get the door.
When I opened it, a smile drew upon my face seeing this goddess standing before me.
Her hair was curly as if she’d just washed it, and she even put on a little makeup, enhancing her already natural beauty.
My eyes slid down her thick ass frame to the short white and red minidress, with the front crisscrossed over those nice ass boobs with no bra.
Making her already D-cups look even more perfect.
“Shit, baby. Did you come to eat or get ate?” I asked, licking my lips.
She laughed as I pulled her into my arms, grabbing handfuls of her perfect ass.
“No, we’re going to eat now, and you can eat me for dessert.”
“You already know that cake is on the menu.” I took her hand, closing the door, then led her into the dining area. I pulled out her chair then poured her a glass of wine to get her settled.
“I’ve been coming here for weeks, and I’ve never complimented you on how lovely your home is.”
“If I had to guess the reason, I’d say that type of thing doesn’t impress you . . . Am I right?”
“Relatively. But don’t think that I hadn’t noticed the chill vibe you have going on. It’s like an oasis for the introverted king.” She smiled while sipping her wine.
I smirked. “King, huh?”
“Yes. I compare all black men to kings, even the ones who doesn’t exhibit kingly behavior.”