4. Pharaoh
Chapter Four
PHARAOH
Iwatched Blythe’s sexy ass carry her drunk assistant out the door. She doubled back to slip something in the pocket of the judge’s son’s jacket. She did the shit so slick if you would have blinked you would miss it. I honestly don’t even think his ass noticed.
I’ve been watching her ass all night, I couldn’t help it.
It was something about little momma that had me captivated.
I read her file at the office, but the company photo didn’t do her justice.
She had her hair in its natural curls, big and sculpting her pretty face.
She of course had on all black with a red lipstick.
All night I watched her fight the urge to let loose and dance with her friend.
Her shoulders swayed and she dangled that damn stiletto off her perfectly pedicured toes.
She kept a stoic demeanor, but I could see past that tough girl front.
Ain’t gonna lie her ass had me intrigued at the way every man in the room looked her way but coward whenever she returned their gaze.
Shit was comedy. Weak muthafuckas wanted to approach her but was scared, and yet every time I caught her eye she fumbled like a clumsy schoolgirl.
“Man, this shit live yo.” My baby brother Rajah spoke.
He was bobbing his head to the music, the beat had just kicked in, and everyone was on their feet going crazy to it.
I nodded my agreeance. My focus wasn’t on the lounge until now.
The whole night I had been watching her.
Not even the plethora of women in and out of our booth held my attention.
Including the chick grinding in my lap right now.
She was the third one to dance for me like this was a strip club.
I could tell they all wanted to feel me against their ass.
But my shit was only bricked with thoughts of Blythe.
I tried to get a reaction out of her but if I did, she didn’t let it show in her expression any time we made eye contact.
Shit pissed me off a little, but I knew I would have to move differently to impress her.
For now, though I was over the easy pussy in my lap.
“A yo baby girl. What’s your name?” I leaned up and spoke to little momma dancing hard as fuck in my lap. Her little ass didn’t know what she was doing. She was grinding on my shit so hard I felt like she was giving my shit rug burn.
“Nakara.” She spoke in a high-pitched voice with a smile on her face like she knew she was going home with me tonight. I frowned and tapped her thigh to get up.
“You gotta go little momma, you got my shit raw as fuck in these jeans.” She looked back shocked at my words.
I tapped her thigh demanding she move. “Hold up, real quick.” I held her in place, and she paused thinking I was changing my mind.
“Do me a favor.” She nodded eagerly, ready to do whatever I said do.
“Grow up before you sit in a real one’s lap tryna get picked, alright?
” Her eyes ballooned at my words before she stormed off with her friend in tow.
“Yo! You ain’t showing these hoes no mercy tonight.
” Rajah spoke downing his shot. He wasn’t paying attention to the females in our section either.
More reason for they ass to move the fuck around.
I stood up and adjusted my jeans. I rubbed my dick gently tryna get the feeling back in my shit.
Shorty really thought she was doing something, grinding her boney ass on my shit like that.
You could tell her young ass had no idea what she was doing.
She was probably a virgin, and I don’t fuck with unseasoned pussy.
I ain’t no fuckin’ director. Either know your role or kick rocks.
“How long you gonna be in town bro?” I took a long pull of the blunt in my hand before responding to my brother.
“Shit I don’t know. You know your mom’s ass. She tryna get me to take over the company. She’s ready to retire but she unsure about handing it over to someone that ain’t family. I got some loose ends to tie up back home, but it looks like I may be here to stay.” He nodded his approval at my words.
When my mom called two weeks ago asking me to come help her get her affairs in order I was lost on what she meant.
Her and my pops started their accounting firm 17 years ago when I was a senior in high school.
I had told them that I wanted to major in accounting in college, so they started a firm for me to join as soon as I was ready.
They weren’t expecting to go global like they did.
They contracted major clients and brought in billions every year.
When I graduated, I expanded the company to my college town of St. Louis and never returned home to live. McCallum accounting firm was operating successfully without any forced labor, so it caught me by surprise when my mom called. Like the good first born I am I came running when she needed me.
My pops got sick four years ago. He had stage three Sarcoidosis.
He knew about it for years before it started taking over and he fell ill.
He worked with the best doctors but over time it progressively got worse.
My dad worked at Rocky flats nuclear weapons plant in Colorado after graduation.
He was there for years exposing himself to toxins that eventually caused his illness.
He met my mom some years later and he resigned to go back to school for accounting when they had me.
I was the oldest of three, my brother Rajah was three years younger, and my baby sis Thea was 5 years under me.
My mom was big on Egyptian shit hints our crazy ass king and queen names.
My brother Rajah was the wild middle child and rebelled all through high school.
He eventually decided to become an Anesthesiologist which shocked the hell out of all of us.
And our baby sister Thea was the angel child and a nurse that spent most of her time at my pop’s bedside.
“You know you can say no when mom calls right?” I looked over at my brother giving him the is you dumb face.
He was sitting back in the rounded booth with his leg up on the seat.
His eyes were low from the weed we smoked and I could tell he wasn’t gonna last much longer in this lounge.
I sent a message to our driver before responding.
“You know damn well I won’t hear the end of it if I tell that woman no.
She gonna cry to pops and he gonna get his old wheezing ass on my line going off about telling his precious wife no.
Not some shit I wanna deal with my guy, so no.
” I downed the rest of my drink before getting up to piss.
Making my way to the bathroom I noticed little momma that was bout to start a damn friction fire in my jeans staring me down.
She had her arms crossed and was mugging the shit out of me.
I mouthed the words “grow up” to her before walking in the bathroom to relieve myself.
Clyde our driver was pulling up as soon as I made it back to the booth.
Jah was texting on his phone when I got back.
I let him know we was out, left a few hundred on the table for our waitress and dipped.
I’ve only been back a week and I was already tired.
I was gonna spend this weekend chillin before I had to go into my parents’ office on Monday.
I was actually looking forward to Monday. I was meeting the entire team and that included Blythe’s fine ass. I wasn’t into office relationships but for her I wouldn’t mind considering breaking the rules.
The next morning
I met a few homies from high school at the basketball court.
They heard I was in town and wanted to link up.
It’s been a minute since I’ve done anything but work so I said fuck it.
After the weed and liquor last night I was moving sluggish as hell, but I told them I would come and I was a man of my word.
I was running an hour behind, but I still made it just as they were getting started.
“Hell nah, y’all muthafuckas is cheating.” I could hear Chauncey’s loud ass mouth before I even made it through the door.
“Man, you still on the same bullshit from high school. You start losing and think somebody cheating.” I walked up and dropped my gym bag on the bleachers near the court. I smirked at my old crew, ain’t shit changed but the years I see.
“Aww shit. There he go. Pharaoh the God.” Chauncy, my closest friend, walked up slapping hands with me.
“Man, chill out. Don’t start that shit.” I shoved him back lightheartedly. We kept in touch and every time I talked to him, he brought up the same shit.
“Nah, don’t front now. You know you had that girl screaming that shit.
Shit I was ready to call for help the way she was acting.
You lucky you my boy or I would have called the pigs and had you arrested.
” I ran my hands down my waves, somewhat annoyed.
He stayed exaggerating what happened that night after prom.
The girl I was with told me to spice shit up so I tied her ass to the bed and did everything I have ever seen done in pornos.
The shit was fun as hell watching her completely submit to me, but she was draggin with all the damn noises.
Chauncy had the connecting room and swore I was killing her. That was furthest from the truth.
The next few weeks, my messages were flooded with bitches trying to get the same treatment she got.
Including the bitch Chauncy took to prom.
The summer was lit for my crew. Every female wanted to be everywhere we were, thinking they could get what she got that night.
That shit kicked off my obsession with the Dom/Sub world.
“Any way! Let me beat y’all ass in this game real quick. I got shit to do.” I averted the conversation. I didn’t want to talk about the past or how I handle women now. That shit was my business, and friend or not I wasn’t telling details.