Ethan Whitmore #2
I left the Whitmore estate and headed straight to Big Momma’s crib. As usual, when I came in, she was watching Family Feud and cracking up. My mood was all fucked up, so I didn’t have time to beat around the bush.
“Hey, baby, how did it go?” she asked, not bothering to look at me.
Before I spoke a word, I turned her TV off, so I could have her undivided attention.
“I know damn well you did not just—”
“The money I give you every month that’s supposed to go toward momma's care, where does it really go? Because I was informed today that this rich muthafucka has accounts set up which takes care of all that. So…if he’s been paying for momma’s care, where the hell is my money?”
“Ethan James Whitmore, have you lost yo’ damn mind? First off, who the hell do you think you are coming into my house and talking to me that way?” She raised her voice.
“Yes, that man has been fronting the bill for Kat ever since the day she was placed there. Why do you think I made those arrangements for her to be in such a nice, upscale facility? He offered to take care of the expenses, so who was I to decline? Especially since my baby needed the help.” Tears welled in her eyes.
“And as far as your money, I too set up an account, in Zoie’s name. Every last penny you’ve given me, I put it up for her. You don’t come up in here with your chest poked out, talking sideways to me!”
My hands rubbed over my face as I calmed myself down. She was right, I should’ve approached her in a better way. Shit, my thoughts were all over the place, and when that happens, I easily blank the fuck out.
“I apologize, momma.” I held my head down. “This shit is just…too much. It’s a lot. Did you know this man left his banking company to me? He has three other kids he could’ve left that shit to, but he left it to me. That’s not me. I’m not a corporate type of dude.”
“Don’t block your blessings by being ungrateful, EJ. You’re a natural boss. Wearing a suit and tie won’t take anything from you. It’ll just be another notch under your belt. A legal notch, which will be good for you.”
What I did in the streets was no secret to Big Momma.
As long as I didn’t bring any heat to her front door, she kept her mouth shut and stayed in her lane.
I took a moment to digest what was said, and I had to admit she was right.
She was always right. I let out a deep sigh as I realized I had my work cut out for me.
But then again, I was a new billionaire.
All that street shit was about to be cut out of my agenda.
Now, all I had to do was get my boys on board.
With my new endeavors, it would take no time to clean up our money and transition legally.
For the past four days, Charles had been keeping in contact with me, trying to persuade me to come out to Whitmore Finance Banking.
He had mentioned that it would be best to come out and meet everyone on the board.
Honestly, I didn’t want to be the face of the company.
More money came with more problems. My name rang bells in the streets already, and I didn’t need muthafuckas getting any ideas.
Like I told Charles, I rather run shit from behind closed doors.
I didn’t give a damn who chose to be the face; as long as I reaped a hundred percent of my benefits, there wouldn’t be any problems.
The more people I could keep out of my business regarding this company, the better.
It took me some time to think about it, but I eventually took Charles' word for it. I only wanted to meet with the board. Everyone else who worked for them, I couldn’t care less about.
With that said, I was on my way to the outlets to find something to wear.
I had a closet full of shit, but I needed some fresh business attire.
I wasn’t about to be walking around in no suits and shit.
That wasn’t me. However, I had a certain drip in mind, so I had to get myself right.
On the way, I enjoyed some bomb ass head from my little hoe, Carla, my butter pecan Puerto Rican chick.
I had been messing around with her off and on for about a year.
She knew how to suck dick good enough to get damn near anything she wanted, except for a wedding ring and a kid.
She wasn’t getting either of those up outta me.
My ass clenched in the driver's seat as I felt my nut rushing to the tip. As always, she drained the life out of me, swallowing all the kids my dick spit up. That shit drove me crazy every time.
“Damn,” I panted.
With a smile on her face, she wiped the corner of her mouth and stuck her tongue out for me to see it was clean.
“Good girl.” I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
I took a second to get myself together before we got out to do a little shopping.
I wanted to be in and out. We walked around a few stores.
I bought Carla some shit in Louis Vuitton before we stopped in Ralph Lauren.
I spent a nice piece of change once I settled on a pair of brown Interlocking G loafers, a crisp white oxford button up, and navy blue slacks.
On the way out, my phone chimed, and it was Zenobia ringing my line.
“What’s up, Ze?” I answered.
“Hey, you out and about today?” she asked.
“Yea, what’s going on?”
“If you can, at some point today, I need you to come get Zoie and take her to get some all-white shoes for dance. Nothing expensive. It's just for practice.”
“Doesn't she already have white shoes?”
“Now you know how your daughter is. She’s begging me for something new, so I told her to call you,” she informed me.
“Well, I’m already out here at the outlets. I’ll go ahead and grab her something nice and drop it off.”
The sound of Carla smacking her lips caused me to look in her direction.
I wrapped up my conversation and immediately noticed her change of attitude.
I ignored her and went over to Journey’s to find my baby girl some all-white shoes.
It was a quick process once I gave the salesgirl my daughter's size and she went to retrieve them from the back. I kept it simple and got a pair of all white classic Reeboks. As we stood at the register, Carla was huffin’ and puffin’ under her breath. The shit was starting to piss me off.
“You got a problem?” I asked.
“Why are we here?”
“The fuck you mean? What does it look like?” My eyebrows dipped.
“EJ, you pay that girl child support every month. Everytime I turn around, she’s always calling and asking you for shit.”
“And what the fuck does that have to do with you?” I grilled her.
“My daughter or her momma is none of your concern. I don’t give a damn if I’m in the middle of feeding my dick down ya throat.
They call me, I’ma always hop the fuck up and answer.
The fuck you talking about? All you need to do is continue to play your part.
Keep suckin’ my dick, fuckin’ me good, and keep your mouth shut.
Stay the fuck outta my business,” I snapped at her.
Carla knew better. The problem is, she didn’t like Zenobia and vice versa. I could care the least as long as my daughter wasn’t caught in the middle of their beef. Carla also knew to never speak directly on my kid. Her ass would be on a missing person’s flyer with a snap of my finger.
The sales lady stood behind the counter with her mouth open.
I could tell she was nervous to speak, so she just swiped the box, and the total popped up on the screen.
I used my credit card to pay and walked out with Carla trailing behind.
I wanted to stop and grab something to eat, but this bitch had me heated, so my next stop was to drop her ass off at her crib.
“Are you coming back over later tonight?”
“Nah, I’m good on you, Carla. That shit you pulled about Zenobia got me wanting to break yo’ damn neck. I’ll see you around, though.” I kept my focus straight ahead.
“EJ, you can’t be serious,” she whined.
“Get your shit and get out my ride. I have somewhere I need to be.” I mugged her.
Quietly, she grabbed her bags from the back seat and closed my door without a word.