Chapter 11
THAT BITCH
“For someone who don’t wanna be my friend, you sure like to pop up on a nigga a lot.” I rolled my eyes as Chase let me in the front door.
“Please go to hell,” I scoffed. “I was doing a little research and I just needed those phone documents from you.” I was lying like hell.
I already had access to everything I was asking him for on my computer.
Yet, there I stood in that man’s house, once again.
Jocelyn was gone as usual, and I was bored as hell.
I opted not to say anything to her about Jonathan because it really wasn’t my business.
As long as it didn’t affect the case, she was grown and I knew she would tell me whenever she was ready.
The case itself was going well. I was pretty sure we had it in the bag since all of Chanel’s character witnesses seemed to have questionable character themselves, and she had yet to provide any real evidence.
“Bet,” he said, giving me a mean side eye. “It might take me a minute to get them out, so make yourself comfortable. There’s some of that fruit tray left in the fridge.”
“Okay,” I chirped as my eyes lit up. I left my shoes by the door and skipped off to his kitchen where I happily popped the top off the platter and stuffed my face with mango slices and grapes.
I stopped eating when my phone rang. I had just finished a call with Oliver on my drive over, so I quickly answered it, thinking maybe he forgot to mention something to me.
“Hello?”
He didn’t answer me, but I could hear him in the background talking.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get rid of her, but she’s just too damn good.” I heard Oliver’s voice, clear as day.
“Hello?” I called again, trying to figure out if he was talking to me.
“But the attitude!” I heard a groan and immediately recognized Cowen’s crybaby ass.
At that point, I knew this was an accidental call, and I was the topic of conversation.
“Must she always be so unbearable? I understand being a hard ass for the job, but she’s just genuinely unlikeable.
You can’t seriously be considering her for partner, Oliver?
” My frown deepened at the nerve of his facially challenged ass calling me unlikeable—especially after he tried to offer me some of his funky ass micro penis and got turned down.
“She’ll never be a partner at my firm. She’s here to meet a quota.
I gave her this case so when she loses, it’s all the more reason to snuff her out.
I’ve been trying to get rid of her, but the bitch just won’t lose.
” I heard the two of them roar with laughter while I tried to let them know that I was on the phone.
On any given day, I could go toe to toe with the worst of them but having to sit on the receiving end of such hate, and not being able to defend myself had me in a complete spiral.
“Hello? You know I can hear you, right? Hello?” I yelled as they continued to say the nastiest, most demeaning things about me. I was mad enough to start breaking shit, but I remembered I wasn’t at home, so I clenched my fists to keep my hands off Chase’s bargain glassware.
“Toni? You good?” Chase’s voice over my shoulder scared me so bad that I quickly hung up the phone, dropping it on the counter and standing there stiff as a board.
“H-Huh?”
“Are you okay? You look upset.”
“I—” The tears in my voice stopped me in my tracks and I had to take a moment to center myself. I held my breath, trying to keep them at bay and felt like such a failure when one slipped out. As soon as it fell, he gently brushed it away with the back of his hand.
“What happened?” he asked me seriously, his eyes working as a truth serum and making me open up immediately.
“I was on a phone call with my boss and after we hung up, he accidentally called back with another one of my coworkers on the line… I heard them talking shit about me. I’m normally used to the bullshit, but it was…
really disrespectful.” His brow rose in concern and his jaw clenched like he wanted to fight someone.
He paused for a moment before looking at me seriously.
“I’m sorry… I’m usually not affected by stuff like this, and this is completely unprofessional to be talking to you about.
I’m gonna go.” I tried to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
His hold was gentle, but more than enough to make me go completely still.
“You believe the bullshit they were saying?” he asked in a calm voice.
“No, but—” he cut me off.
“Nah. If you know the shit ain't true, then let that shit roll off your back. Don’t you ever let a motherfucker who could never be you, see you, or fuck with you, knock you off your square. You better hold that fuckin’ head up and show them niggas who the fuck you are!
” As he spoke, he took his hand and gently pulled my face up.
When his hand pulled back, I immediately missed its warmth.
“But they—” he stopped me again.
“But nothing, Amaya! Fuck all that and fuck them! I don't give a fuck about none of them weirdos. I hired you because I was told that you were the best. Was I told wrong?” He cocked his brow at me and dared me to say otherwise.
“No, you weren’t,” I grumbled, refusing to ditch my pout.
“I can't hear you, Toni—you that bitch or nah?”
“I'm that bitch,” I repeated, nodding my head and looking off. This time when he grabbed me by my chin and forced my eyes on him, I realized just how close we were—so close to me that his body heat made all my senses tingle. I prayed that my nipples would act right and they immediately misbehaved.
“Louder,” he demanded and my pussy decided it was her time to show out.
“I am that bitch!” I snapped with my usual confidence. He smiled down at me, still close enough to lick, with his hands on my face.
“If you that bitch, then show me,” he said with that cocky ass smile on his face.
My intrusive thoughts didn’t even give me a chance to fight back as I closed the distance between us, snatching him to me by his shirt and planting a kiss on his lips.
I tried to pull back and do the whole fake ass “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!
I didn’t mean to!” bit, but he wasn’t having it, gripping the back of my head with one hand and waist with the other as I deepened the kiss.
He didn’t pull back until everything went numb except for the throbbing between my legs.
I stared at him, wide eyes peering into his lowered ones as the cocky smirk returned.
We had officially passed the point of no return, and I for one was so fucking glad because acting like I didn’t want to touch private parts with this man was harder than trying to pass the bar exam.
“Umm…” I tilted my head to the side, unable to come up with any words that made sense.
My lips tingled from his touch and his hand still held onto my waist possessively.
I had to seriously take a moment to consider whether I was about to fuck Chase…
he was my client and I knew I shouldn’t, but the fire that he had stirred up with one kiss couldn’t be extinguished with a dresser full of vibrators.
“I—we shouldn’t,” I groaned again as his lips moved from mine to my neck and his hands went for the buttons on the front of my dress. He made it down three buttons before he looked down at me.
“You want me to stop?” he asked as his hand ran over my bra, making my body shiver from the light friction on my nipple.
“No… I never said stop… I just said that we shouldn’t.
” He laughed and returned his lips to my skin, sucking on my collarbone as his hands worked to completely strip me of my dress, leaving me standing there in my cutest bra and panty set.
I said a quick thank you to myself for not putting on shapewear that day.
“Wait!” I fought off the panic that stirred in my body when I felt his hand gently gripping my neck. He must have noticed the look in my eyes because he completely withdrew, giving me a guilty look.
“No, it’s okay, keep going, I can do anything but that.
You can kiss me there, lick, whatever, just…
no hands,” I said softly, eyes locked on the floor.
He gently grabbed my chin and brought my eyes back to his.
The way that I could sense how he was being extra careful not to touch my neck almost made me tear up again.
“You okay?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I’m fine. Keep going.” I grabbed his hands and pulled them down to my ass, unable to take him looking at me like I was broken. Just like that, the fire returned to his eyes as he unclasped my bra and pulled the straps over my shoulders.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he growled. His lips met mine again and I felt his hands sliding my panties to the floor, his shirt went next and my body melted at the sight of his toned chest and abs.
The way I had been wanting to lick that man all over like an ice cream cone on a July afternoon, and now I had the opportunity.
When I felt how big his bulge was I could have literally cried tears of joy.
“You want me?” he asked me seriously as he pressed his body against my naked frame. If I didn’t fuck something soon, I was bound to lose every brain cell I had, but I'd be damned if I caved that easily.
“Maybe,” I teased back, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip hard enough to leave a red mark on the pinkish skin.
“Say it.” His hands dropped to my ass, and he rubbed and squeezed it like he was trying to make a wish.
“You think I'm gonna ask for what you're dying to give me already? I'll never beg a nigga for shit,” I scoffed.
“Bet,” he said with a smirk and a confident gleam in his eye.
I let out a little scream as he squatted down, planted a kiss on top of my pussy, then in one swift movement, hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me in the air.
It only took him a second to have me positioned with my back against the wall and legs draped over his shoulders.