Chapter 8 #2
Mirsad was the manager of my car dealership.
After he graduated high school, he tried his hand at college but ultimately dropped out after a semester.
He showed an interest in cars and asked Jazzy to put in a word for him.
He started off small. I had him filing paperwork, cleaning the cars and answering phone.
He made his first sale and never slowed down.
Now, at 22, he was running the whole dealership and sold each and every new car we got on the lot.
We weren’t selling no ordinary whips either.
We sold straight foreigns, so Mirsad was bringing mad paper to the dealership.
“Chilling. Came through to sign them contracts. My fault for not getting to them sooner. You know with the wedding and shit, I got caught up.”
“You married my cousin. I know she a lot to deal with and keep happy,” he laughed. We made the walk to my office, and he already had the vendor agreements on my desk
“No shit. We missed you Sunday. Why you ain’t pull up for dinner? Brit made that good-ass mac and cheese.”
Mirsad rubbed his hands together as he smirked. “Had me a little link with this bad-ass shorty from Queens. I had to miss Sunday dinner for that.”
“Nigga, wasn’t you just in love with that Dominican shorty you brought to our reception?”
“Why you bringing up the past?” He screwed his face up at me. “A nigga making too much paper flipping these cars to be tied down to just one shorty.”
“Yo dick gone fall off before you hit thirty if you keep on.”
He busted out laughing as if I was playing. I went through that phase too when I was young, but Mirsad was just flying through these bitches like they weren’t nothing. “Sign them fucking papers so I can fax them over to the towing company.”
“I got you.” I laughed. “My baby mother rolling through here in a minute. Send her back for me.”
He licked his lips while rubbing his hands together. “Brooke fine ass rolling through?”
“That’s my fucking baby mother you talking about.”
“So fucking what? Nigga, you married.”
I shook my head. “Stay the fuck away from my baby mother. You not ‘bout to be my son stepdaddy.”
“I see how it is, Ahk. You ain’t trying to keep it in the family.” He laughed on his way out of my office.
I got to signing the contracts, and a little while later, there was a knock on the door, and Brooke came in with Saphir.
“Daddy!”
“What’s up, boy?” I lifted him onto my hip before dropping a kiss onto his forehead.
“I missed you. Where’s Jazzy?”
I chuckled. “Jazzy’s at her store working. We can stop by in a little.” His eyes lit up with excitement.
I sat him down before finally addressing Brooke. “What’s good?”
She rolled her eyes before handing me Saphir’s school bag. “He has soccer this week. Also, can you tell your girlfriend to stick to the bedtime I set for him? He always has a hard time adjusting when he gets back home. She doesn’t have kids, so I can’t expect her to know anything about structure.”
“My wife,” I corrected her. “She does stick to the bedtime, Brooke. It really be me that be staying up with him. She’s a good stepmom, and our son loves her.”
“I couldn’t care less. Just make sure my kid is in bed by nine PM.”
I smacked my lips. She was steady on bullshit. “Whatever I do with my son while he with me don’t fucking concern you. He’s happy, healthy, and well taken care of. Me and my wife on one accord, and that’s all that matters.”
“You think I give a damn about you and your wife?” She rolled her neck.
I set my son down. It was sad to admit, but he’d gotten used to us arguing in front of him. We could have been better, but I knew for a fact that I was trying to be better. Brooke was on the same bullshit year after year.
“Blue, go out there with Mirsad and have him get you something form the vending machine.” I pulled some money from my pocket and handed it to him.
He knew exactly what was about to go down, so he took the money and slipped out of the office. Once the door shut behind him, my eyes narrowed at Brooke.
“You do give a fuck about me and my wife because all you care about is if I’m throwing paper your way and dropping dick in you.
You’re not my fucking lady nor my responsibility.
We were never together. I fucked you a few times, and you ended up pregnant with Blue.
Soon as I got them results back from the DNA test and you realized I wasn’t on that type of time with you no more, you turned into an evil-ass bitch.
I done let you milk me out of unnecessary money, take my son away from me for months at a time, and some more shit.
I’m not ‘bout to let you fuck up my son’s relationship with my wife.
He loves her, and she loves him. Quit the petty shit and act like a fucking adult.
Maybe if you stopped being so fucking miserable, you would find a nigga to wife you up,” I seethed at her.
She glared at me so hard that she started turning red in the face. “Fuck you, Ahkeem!” She pointed her acrylic nail in my face before storming out of my office.
This shit with Brooke was getting real fucking old. I was getting to the point where I might just let Mirsad get at her so she would leave me the fuck alone.