PHARAOH
Chapter Seventeen
Iwoke up cheesing like a damn kid on Christmas morning. My pops was trippin’, virgin pussy was the best damn thing I have ever slid in. Shit or maybe it was just Blythe that had me feenin for more. Whatever it was had me sitting up in my bed searching for her on the other side.
Her side of the bed was made up and cold. I figured maybe she was an early riser, so I didn’t trip too much. I climbed from the bed, stretched and shook my morning wood down into my briefs before heading to the bathroom to piss.
The mirror displayed all the scratch and bite marks on my skin.
I know I had her ass ready to tap out and run but she refused.
Instead, she scratched my skin and bit down every time I was deep inside her.
The shit hurt like hell but turned me the fuck on.
I enjoyed our conversations in between too.
Her walls were falling and I could see how dope she really was.
Thinking about her had me rushing to brush my teeth and wash my face.
I wanted to find her and see where her head was at and shit hopefully slide back in her after I spoon fed her ass some eggs and grits.
It was quiet as hell as I walked toward the Livingroom and kitchen.
The furniture was still moved and clothes scattered the floor.
But only my clothes. Damn did she play me again.
This time I would be pissed. Because what the fuck would you leave for.
The vibe was dope between us last night.
And I felt like we really connected. Heading back to the room I grabbed my phone to dial Anastacia.
“Good morning Mr. McCallum, is everything alright?” It was a Saturday, so I understood why she sounded so confused.
“Hey Staci. Yea everything is okay. I need a huge favor.”
“Sure, anything.”
“I need to know if Blythe was checked out of her hotel.”
“Yea, she was. My friend works at the hotel, and she said she came early this morning and checked out. Is she okay? I thought she was scheduled to check out Monday morning.”
“Yea as far as I know she is. Thank you. Let me try and reach her. I will see you Monday.” I was trying to keep my composure, but this shit was pissing me off. Why the fuck would she leave and not say shit?
Locating her number I dialed her line. It went straight to voicemail.
I guess I should have expected her to not answer because we never exchanged personal numbers.
I took her number from her file so she may not answer unfamiliar numbers.
She was definitely on some bullshit though.
She didn’t even so much as leave a letter explaining why she left.
Scratching my head I exhaled deep before saying fuck it. She played the fuck out of me. But that was my fault. I should have kept shit professional between us. Now I was over here looking dumb. I got up off the couch I had plopped down on and started cleaning up the wreck we caused in my house.
Clothes covered the floor, the couch cushions turned over, and condom wrappers covered were everywhere.
My damn kitchen was just as bad. Jelly on the counter and the bread left open.
Reaching on the floor I found her purple lace thong.
I had bound her wrist with them and fucked her damn near into the dishwasher.
I stuffed them in my pocket shaking my head.
It took me two hours to clean my crib from top to bottom. Each corner reminding me of her. That fast this damn girl has taken over my space and mind. I was feeling fuckin’ Usher. I had it bad already.
“Hey ma.” I answered the facetime call from my momma as I laid back on my couch.
“Hey son, dad and I wanted to...” Her words trailed off as she looked me over. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m good. How’s pops?”
“Oh son, you done fell for her ass that fast?” I sat up, smoothing my shirt down to look better than I was feeling.
“Nah, who? What you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb boy. Blythe! I told you to train her. Not ride her.”
“Man ma, you trippin. I went out last night. Just hanging a little bit.”
“Boy please. I know a lovesick puppy when I see one.”
“Let me see.” I heard my pops moving towards the phone. “Damn, shit the love bug and that girl bit yo ass up.” I had scratches and bite marks on my neck that were more than visible.
“Anyway man. What’s up?”
“Okay baby boy, I will leave you alone. I was just calling to see how the training was going. Is it good to announce her as partner when we come back from the sabbatical in two weeks?”
“Yea, she has this shit in the bag ma. I never doubted her for a second. She was out here finding stuff even my team didn’t see. She will be great there.” I was excited for Blythe, but my tone didn’t reflect it. I was low key in my feelings about her ghosting me like this.
“She was out there? I thought she was staying til Monday.”
“She was, not sure what happened.” I ran my hand down my face.
“Okay baby boy. Well, we still need you here and the way you are looking, looks like things may not be okay with you two. I won’t pry just make sure it doesn’t affect the business.
All these years without a peep about workplace drama.
Except that slutty girl Tamisha. Lord that was a damn mess.
” She rubbed her temple. “Let’s keep it that way. ”
“Not at all momma. I got this. But let me go. Somebody is at my door. I will call y’all later.”
“Love you son.”
“Love you boy.” They said at the same time.
“Love y’all too.” I ended the call and walked to my door.
I was far from in the mood for company but part of me was hoping it was Blythe coming back.
Maybe she was planning to serve me breakfast and ass in bed.
Pulling the door open without looking my semi smile turned to a frown at London standing on the other side.
“Hi.” She spoke wringing her hands in front of her nervously.
“Sup.” I responded nonchalantly.
“Can we talk?” Exhaling I moved back and let her in.
“Alright Brody, Ima hit you when I touch down.” I spoke to Jah through the screen. He was laid up with Autumn and it lowkey had me jealous. I wanted to ask where her best friend was, but I chose to not even acknowledge her.
“Damn cheer up. Oh, you got it bad ass nigga.”
“Man fuck you. You just as bad as mom and pops. I am good.”
“Yea alright.”
“You one to talk.”
“Shit, you know.” He laughed and then kissed the top of Autumn’s head.
“Can’t stand yo ass but alright love you bro.”
“Love you too.” I ended the call and got comfortable in my seat to prepare for my flight.
Two long ass weeks had passed. Not once had I talked to Blythe.
I know she was coo because a few times I heard her on the phone with Anastacia making plans to hang out some time.
I wanted to snatch the phone and cuss her ass out but if shorty wasn’t gonna call me and at least say fuck you, nigga, then I wasn’t gonna worry about it.
I did find myself spending more time with London, but that was because I knew I would be moving soon and I needed to cut ties with her.
She asked about Blythe a few times, but I didn’t have shit to say about it.
For one it wasn’t her business and for two I didn’t know what it was between us.
I was too old for the games so fuck it. I smashed London a couple times but my mans wasn’t the least bit interested ever since I had B’s tight gushy shit.
Damn, I swear her ass stay on my mind. If she doesn’t have an explanation for why she ghosted me, I’m not sure how we would be in the same office together.
Seeing her walking around in her tight ass dresses and heels sculpting them damn legs.
Shit smelling her perfume and seeing her pretty ass smile. It would be hard as fuck.
Once I landed, I went straight to my new spot to unpack and rest. tomorrow was Monday and the first day back in the office.
I needed to mentally be prepared when we introduce Blythe as the new partner.
I just pray she has a good reason for leaving me without even fifty dollars on the nightstand like a cheap prostitute.
The next morning, I was at the office bright and early. I know I will miss my home but being here felt comfortable. Maybe because a lot of my summers when I was in college were spent here. Whatever it was I know the transition wouldn’t be so bad.
“Good morning. Welcome back son. I was just getting ready to grab Blythe for our meeting. Care to join me?” My momma smoothed down the lapel of my suit jacket and palmed my cheek gently.
“Morning momma. Yea. Let’s hit it.” I smiled down at her and placed a kiss to her forehead.
We made our way into the conference room and took a seat.
My mom had her phone in hand typing on the screen.
I used that time to exhale a few times to calm my nerves.
This would be the first time I have seen Blythe since our many rounds in my crib and then her ass leaving like batman in the middle of the night.
Soft knocks sounded at the conference room door.
And then she made her way in. I had to clear my throat to distract my mind.
She looked good as hell. I have seen her a million times in the last couple months but today she was gorgeous.
Damn near glowing. She also didn’t have on her signature black.
The green knee length dress she was wearing was hands down my new favorite color on her.
“Good morning, Mrs. McCallum and Pharaoh. Your assistant said you wanted to see me?” She sounded nervous.
“Good morning, Blythe, please have a seat.” My momma took the lead. Thank God because I couldn’t form words. I was mad as hell at her before but seeing her now, all I could think about was the way she moaned and scrunched her nose when I was hitting her deep. “How was your time in St. Louis?”
“I had a great time thank you. I learned a lot.” Her eyes met mine and my dick jumped.