13. Blythe #2
Sitting in his guest bedroom I heard his doorbell and soft knocks on his front door. I picked up my phone as a distraction. My mind went to the possibility of him calling a female over. No, I had no right to be in his damn business, but it did make me slightly jealous of the idea.
Conversation could be heard at the door.
My ears perked up when I heard a female voice.
I know his ass didn’t call someone over.
Ain’t no fuckin’ way I was gonna sit here and listen to him fuck someone through these thin ass walls.
I should have minded my business, got in the shower and went to sleep but hormones are a bitch.
Tossing my phone on the bed, I crept to the closed bedroom door.
Girly laughs could be heard, and it heated my body with irritation. It for damn sure sounded friendly.
“I was worried when you left out of here so fast earlier and I wanted to come back and check on you. Make sure everything was okay and see if you needed anything.” I rolled my eyes as I moved down the hall towards the front door where the voices were coming from. She sounded so desperate and pathetic.
“Yea I had some business to handle. But I’ma hit you up. I can’t get with you tonight.”
“Why not, I know you’ve been super busy.
Let me finish helping you relax baby.” I made it to the end of the hall and noticed a cute chick standing at the door in a trench coat and way too much makeup on.
I stood there watching as she reached for the button of his jeans.
Her hand slipped inside and the sound of his moan enraged me.
Hell no, this shit wasn’t happening tonight.
I was cock blocking like a muthafucka tonight.
“Hey Pharaoh, where did you say your fresh white towels were?” Both of them looked in my direction with shocked expressions.
Petty as fuck I know. I know he told me he would bring them to me, but I needed something.
This bitch needed to know I was here and she was not getting fucked tonight.
“Oh hi.” I moved closer to them. Meeting Pharaoh’s gaze he had an amused expression on his face.
He knew what I was doing and he was letting me pull my trump card.
“Who is she?” Even the sound of this bitch’s voice irritated me.
“Blythe, nice to meet you.” I stepped up pushing Pharaoh back slightly by his forearm before extending my hand to her. He ran his hand through his beard with a smirk.
“London, I’ma hit your line later, coo?”
“Maybe.” I spoke stepping almost right in front of him.
I brushed against his pants with my ass accidently and could feel his growing erection.
I stalled momentarily at his girth remembering I was doing way to fuckin’ much and needed to take my ass back to the room, but I was in to deep now.
I was not expecting that, but I couldn’t punk out now. I already took it this far.
“Bitch.” She started moving toward me but Pharaoh, stood between us and pushed her further out the door.
“Yo, chill out. London, I said I will call you.”
“You dismissing me? Who the fuck is she, huh? All in your shit like she lives here. This why you been pulling away from me because you got this bitch?”
“I won’t be another bitch.” I spoke with finality.
“Bitch.” My body heated and reacted before I could control my thoughts. I lunged in her direction and Pharaoh caught me midair.
“London!” Pharaoh spoke, his voice bounced off the walls forcing both her and I to still.
“I said leave.” He was still holding me tight in the air.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The authority in his hold and tone had me completely submitted.
His little obedient plaything looked my way one last time before walking away with her tail tucked between her legs.
He closed the door, still holding me like I was his newborn child. He didn’t speak or even look at me, and it slightly frightened me. He locked up his house completely unbothered.
“Can you put me down please?”
“Don’t disrespect my place like that ever again.” He spoke releasing me and walking toward the kitchen.”
“Refrain from calling your disobedient hoes over when I am here. Its rude.” I rolled my eyes and headed in the other direction. My wrist was snatched and I collided with his hard chest before I could brace for the impact.
“I don’t know what you are used to mama, but like I said there are a few things that I take very seriously.
Respect my shit. No need to reply. Walk your ass in the back and shower.
” He reached on the counter and handed me the towels.
I snatched away from his grasp, pulled the towels from his hand and made my way down the hall.
I definitely should have taken my ass to a hotel, hell a motel if they had availability.
He has no idea who the fuck I am and yet he keeps talking to me as if he does.
I am far from his average bitches he talks to like he does.
I will indeed be finding a hotel first thing in the morning I am out of here.
He has me so out of fucking character and my mind completely out of wack.
Hot and cold, up and down, yes and damn no.
Who was I right now, bipolar that’s for sure.
I couldn’t believe I was ready to slap a bitch over his ass.
He wasn’t even mine or close to being. Yea it was time to get far away from Pharaoh McCallum.
Standing in the bathroom I started the water and stripped out of my clothes. I admired his large vanity mirror and quartz counter tops. His place was actually beyond nice for a bachelor. Maybe the bitch at the door had something to do with the nice decor.
I was still beyond pissed and my body was hot all over.
I couldn’t even pay a complement to his nice place without being angry.
God dealing with him and hormones was not a good combination.
Peeling out of my clothes I stepped into the spacious shower.
The hot water soothed my shoulders instantly causing me to sigh out and close my eyes.
The cramping in my stomach had kicked back up and all I wanted to do was lay the hell down.
Lathering my towel, I rubbed the soap all over my aching body.
I kept my eyes closed as I tried to relax my mind.
Rubbing the suds on my wrist and arms, flashbacks flooded my thoughts.
I shivered thinking about his damn lips pressed gently to the inner pad of my wrist.
He was infuriating in the worst way. But why did I enjoy his kisses and running his chick off. We were crossing so many lines, and I was confused if I was truly okay with it or not. Lord help me.
After cleaning every inch of my skin three times I got out dried off and moisturized my skin.
I listened for sounds of movement, but I didn’t hear anything but a television somewhere in the distance.
I was glad to know that the clown face in the trench coat didn’t return.
Smiling I locked the door just in case, laid my body down under the soft sheets and allowed the meds to soothe me to sleep.
Tomorrow is strictly professional. No mess!
The Next Morning
I woke in excruciating pain. My cramps were on a pain scale of a million. Looking at the time I noticed it was still fairly early giving me enough time to get myself together. I would have time to control these cramps and make it to the office before Mr. Strict blocks my access.
I relieved my bladder, brushed my teeth and slapped some water on my face before tip toeing out the bedroom door to the kitchen. The house was dead silent, so I assumed Pharaoh was still sleeping. Great because I wasn’t ready to deal with him especially in my pajama’s.
I made hot water, located a teacup and mixed my menstrual tea with two honey sticks, lemon squeeze and a sun-dried lemon slice. It was something I always packed in my purse when I knew my period was coming. This tea made my cramps, hormones, and mood better every time.
Just as I stuck my spoon in the cup and began to stir the most excruciating cramp ripped through my lower abdomen crippling me to my knees.
“Shit!” I hissed out with my hand wrapped around my waist and my knees bent up to my chest. I wanted to ball up and lay on his clean ass floor, but I chose to kneel. “Please.” I begged for the pain to subside so I can make it back to my room and get more pain meds.
“Blythe you good?” Pharaoh’s voice boomed through the quiet space. I could hear his shoes padding towards me.
“I’m good. Give me just a sec I will get out your hair.” I looked up at him towering over me. He stood tall like a regal God. He chuckled and flicked his nose.
“Stand up.” He commanded. Exhaling deep I stood slowly and adjusted my portable heating pad that was doing nothing to help the pain.
He looked down at me looking over every inch of my face.
I know I looked a mess with my hair wild on my head.
I looked him over as well. He was so handsome like he got a fresh cut and lineup this morning.
His skin was smooth and glowed with heavy moisturizer.
He was dressed impeccably in a navy suit with brown tailored shoes and matching belt. His shirt was crisp and white with a paisley tie to match the suit and shoes. His jacket was laid neatly over the isle stool. Damn he was definitely him and he smelled even better than he looked.
“Let me help?”
“What? No, I’m good.” I tried to reach past him and grab my teacup. He stopped me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Your stubborn ass will learn to chill out. You don’t need to be in control all the time. Relax love and let me take care of you.” Our eyes did a dance. He was looking for my eyes, and I was searching for clues he was trustworthy. He bit his lips before turning me, so my back was to the island.
“Relax.” He reached up and gently grasped my neck. My breath sputtered and my body stiffened.