42. Ream
Chapter Forty-Two
REAM
I walked into my new record label feeling and smelling like a million bucks.
I went to each floor making sure shit was in order and running the way it was supposed to.
Things in the dynasty had been running smooth, now I had to prepare myself for my new business venture and place my focus hard on that.
I only had one loose end to tie up, and that loose end was Crystal and that bitch ass Chief.
I didn’t know how I wanted to go about her death just yet, but I was certain it was coming in the next couple of weeks.
Right now, my focus was on the two-million-dollar label company that I invested in.
Hit Records had top-of-the-line everything.
The only thing we were missing was dope-ass artist. I didn’t only want to sign rappers; I wanted every Genre there was to make it just that big.
“Hi Mr. Powers, I have all the paperwork you requested complete and up to date.” I eyed my new assistant by the name of Summers. She was a beautiful short and chubby chick. She just graduated from college and was very smart.
“No that’s all for now, you’re doing a great job, Ms. Summers.
” I gave her a short smile and turned to my right to see Solo standing there with his permanent scowl.
As we continued to head to the elevators to make our way to my office, he gave me a look letting me know he had some shit to get off his chest.
“You know that lil nigga Debo on the other side of town moving weed.” Solo kept his voice low as we entered the elevator.
I kept quiet until we reached my office, I didn’t plan on bringing any street shit near this new place of business I had going on.
Just the mention of Debo’s name made Mattea pop up in my head.
I instantly started to wonder what she had been on lately and if she was fucking someone else.
That thought alone had me feeling really tight inside.
Mattea had the kind of pussy that niggas bragged about hitting.
Her pussy made a nigga want to haunt her ass down and keep her ass locked up, away from the world.
It wasn’t my style to chase or beg a female.
The same day I got out of jail, was the same day I realized me and her probably weren’t cut out for each other.
I was a busy man with so many things going on at once.
Mattea threw me off my square and had me feening to chase after her.
I didn’t want a nigga touching or smelling her and if she gave the pussy away, I was for a fact that I would kill me a nigga.
Debo was a young dumb-ass nigga, trying to make a name for himself.
He probably wanted to stand on his own two feet but fucked up by trying to step on my toes.
I got inside my office and pulled my phone out and went right to my contacts.
I dialed her number and when she answered, she sounded joyous.
Her background was loud, and I could hear my cousin Hakeem laughing and telling her to pass him the blunt.
I hung up as soon as she said “Hello?” again, sounding confused.
Tucking my phone in my top suit jacket pocket, I took a seat behind my desk and sat silent for a while before speaking to Solo who caked on the phone to some broad.
I had to raise my thick brows to him because he never chatted on the phone with hoes past two minutes.
If he wasn’t telling them which hotel, he would meet them at he was dismissing them rudely.
“Alright redbone, we gone see…I’m picking yo fine ass up tomorrow and you better be what I’m on.” I gave him a crazy look. He looked up and met my eyes with a smile and a middle finger in the air. Finally hanging up, I let out a low laugh.
“Aye fuck you nigga, that pussy worth it.” He shot at me in defense mode.
“The pussy? Nigga it sound like you ain’t even smelled the pussy yet. Sounds like you working hard for that shit my boy.” I pestered as he shot up the middle finger again and pulled a blunt out and sparked the end.
“Asia, cool peoples. I ain’t tryna wife the bit…chick.” He corrected himself and I couldn’t hold back my laugh.
“Nigga! She got you checking yoself when she ain’t around? Where the fuck is my cold ass henchman Solo at?” I still pestered and tittered with this nigga as his face frowned up. He stood up and stretched like he was getting ready to leave.
“It ain’t like that nigga, she ain’t got me calling her and not saying shit on the phone like you been doing with that broad Reaper every other day.” He laughed and kept going as I clamped my mouth shut.
“Nigga holds the phone, looking pussy whipped. Breathing hard in the line like a creep ass nigga.” I thought about how crazy I probably looked.
“Alright nigga, you got me now drop that shit.” I looked out the window for a brief moment. Hating the effects Mattea ass had on me.
“About this nigga Debo, make your way to him and let him know that I would like to give him an offer he cannot refuse. Better yet, I’ll set something up with his father and him.
” I crossed my hands in front of me. I didn’t know what that offer was, but I wanted to have a sit down with this nigga to see where his mind was.
“Bet, well I’m out this bitch. I got moves to make, money to collect. Shit don’t stop.” I nodded my head as he walked up to my desk and pounded my fist.
“Pull up on ya girl and make things right.” He said over his shoulders, I stroked my beard and watched him walk out closing the door behind him.
“Things were never wrong with her until she made it seem like that,” I mumbled to myself and pulled my phone back out.
I logged into my sister Christina’s Instagram account and scrolled aimlessly.
I went to the shade room and clicked on a video that had surprised the fuck out of me.
Mattea and Hakeem sat inside of a nice ass studio while someone recorded them.
Mattea looked like she was in a zone like she didn’t know she was being recorded.
At the end of her singing soulfully, she looked up at the person recording her and balled her face up into a scowl.
She pulled her gun from her sweats and the video cut off.
The caption on the video said, Crazy Instagram Model Shoots At Studio Owner For Recording Her.
Now Facing Charges. I shook my head and wondered who got her out of that jam.
I shot one of my associates that worked for The Shade Room a text, sending him a screenshot of the video I just watched and told him to snatch it down.
I don’t know why I did that shit but listening to her sing had me stuck.
She had such a beautiful soft voice; I didn’t want her messing her career up by her temper.
Next, I called Hakeem and waited for him to answer.
After the third ring, he answered, and I told him to drop what he was doing and meet up with me at my house in the next thirty minutes.
“Mr. Powers?” Summers stuck her head inside my office door with a gentle smile upon her face.
“Come in Ms. Summers.” I watched her step all the way inside and let my eyes roam her body for a minute too long.
She had some big ass titties and a big juicy booty.
Her curves were out of this world, and I wonder how the pussy felt.
She was probably the biggest girl, I thought about fucking but I was willing to work her big juicy looking ass.
“Ms. Summer, you done checked on me about ten times since I’ve been here.” I stood up and massaged my dick through my dress pants. Her eyes roamed down to The Ruler, and he twitched under her gaze.
“I-I just want to make sure I’m doing my job correctly.” She stammered nervously over her words and looked down at her nails then the floor.
“Lock the door Ms. Summer.” She swallowed down hard but did as she was told. Turning away from the door she folded her hands in front of her as I stalked towards her and started my tormenting games that I loved to play with my prey.
“Ms. Summer, wanting to fuck the boss is not a good look.” She gasped and started to sweat under my stare.
“Oh, no Mr. Powers, I-” I cut her off by tracing my fingers along her collarbone.
I could feel her shiver. I traced my hand between her cleavage then back up to her chin bring it up causing her head to tilt back in order to look me in the eyes.
She was so short and pudgy, I looked like a giant compared to her frame.
“Cut the bullshit, I see it in your eyes Summer.” I got to the point. I never was the type to beat around the bush.
“You want to fuck me. I wouldn’t mind laying you on my desk and taking yo ass down either.
” I smiled walking behind her allowing her to feel how hard she had my dick now that I was standing behind her ass.
Summer’s booty was so big that it created a big distance between me and her, although my dick was on her ass her back and my stomach was about four inches apart.
I leaned forward and juggled her big ass titties with my hands as her breathing picked up.
“If I fuck you Summer, I have to warn you beforehand. I would hate for you to become a big problem for me. I wouldn’t want to fire you, understood?”
“Ye-yes Mr. Powers.” I could see the anticipation on her face as I lifted her shirt up over her head.
“I have the powers to turn your world upside down.” I caressed the rolls that decorated her back and grabbing them tight enough to let her know, I liked that shit.
She smelled good as fuck and that was a plus for her and me.
If I couldn’t smell a female before she was near and close to me, I wanted no parts of her.
An image of Mattea popped up in my head and my dick started to ache with need.