Chapter 27
27
Then…
I was uncharacteristically nervous. Usually, nothing got to me, but meeting this woman knowing how much Bo revered her had me more than a little shaken up. I kept my cool, though.
“You ready?” Bo asked as he slowly drove through the gate.
I nodded, my eyes on the massive house before me. It looked like it belonged in a soap opera or something. Huge, Tudor-style, rich.
“Yeah,” I responded verbally. “You said she knows I work for the company, right?”
“Yep. She knows everything about the company. She’s like a silent president or something, although I actually run things.”
“So…she doesn’t think this thing between us is…inappropriate? You being my boss and all?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t give a fuck either way. She don’t run me. She don’t run you, either.”
I didn’t have a response for that.
Once he parked in the curved driveway, he reached over to grasp my hand and squeeze it. “I just want you to meet her. I ain’t looking for her approval. I’ma grown ass man. Ain’t nobody coming between us, Miss King.”
I rolled my eyes.
In quick succession, he opened my door and led me up the wide steps through the unlocked front door. I thought that was weird until I saw the huge and obviously armed man standing in the foyer.
“Moody! You musta seen me coming and unlocked the door for me. Good looking out, man,” Bo said to the giant.
In return, the assumed bodyguard or whatever nodded at him and eyed me. Then, we were in the posh living room where even more eyes found me—an older lady’s, my former crush’s, and a really pretty younger lady’s.
Before Bo could utter a word, my former crush hopped up and shouted, “I knew it! I told you, Ma! He took her from me!”
Took me? I mean, yes, I liked him, but he was making me sound like a damn Matchbox car or something, a collector’s item.
“Zaccai,” Bo said, sounding bored, “how the fuck can I take something that was never yours?”
“Fuck you!” Zaccai bit out.
“And what is this? An ambush?” Bo asked, his eyes on his mother now.
“I could ask you the same thing, son,” she said. She had a slight accent that I couldn’t quite place.
“No, you invited me to dinner. Isn’t it customary to bring a date? I didn’t know you were inviting someone. Anyway, Ma, this is the beautiful Memphis King. Baby, this is my mother, Viktoria Pierce. You know my brother, Zaccai, and this is Layla Morton, a family friend.”
I nodded and smiled. “Nice to meet you all.”
“My God,” the matriarch snorted. “Memphis, is it? Dear, Layla is betrothed to Bo. I don’t know why he would bring you to meet me knowing you have no place in his future.”
I snapped my head around to look at Bo. “Oh?” I said, my voice even, although my young heart was breaking.
“Nah, I ain’t betrothed to nobody unless I say I am,” Bo protested.
“And from what I’ve heard, you can’t have children? Now, how is that going to work?” his mother directed to me.
My head swiveled around to face her. “How is that your business?” I could feel Bo’s eyes on me, sense his pride.
“My son is my business,” she advised me.
“I’m a grown ass man!” Bo shouted.
“A man with obligations,” she countered.
There was a stare-down between mother and son before Bo damn near yanked me out of the house muttering, “Fuck this.”
Then…
The ride back to her place was silent until she said, “Does Layla live with you?”
I frowned. “Hell naw! You’ve been to my place. You know I live alone.”
“Yeah, but you’re always at my place. We rarely go to yours.”
“Because I like your place.”
“Hmm…”
“Come on, King. You don’t seriously think I’m going to marry her. I’m always with you. I love you !”
“Your mom believes it vehemently.”
“She wants it vehemently. She don’t get to choose for me.”
“You told her about my hysterectomy?”
“Of course I didn’t. She has the same resources as I do. It would be easy for her to find out.”
“Hmm…”
“King—”
“When we get to my place, don’t come inside.”
My fucking heart stopped. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I need time to think about all this.”
Shaking my head, I slapped the steering wheel. “No!”
“No? The fuck you mean no?”
“My bad, I meant to say hell no. You don’t need to think about shit!”
“Bo, have you lost your mind?”
“Not yet, but I will if you try to shut me out.”
“I need to think.”
“No the-fuck you don’t.”
A millisecond after I parked in her parking lot, she hopped out of my car and I hopped out right behind her ass, pacing her all the way to her apartment and catching the door before she could slam it in my face.
“Bo, get the fuck out of here!” she hissed.
My head pounded in tandem with my heart as I clutched her arms and pulled her into a kiss, her resistance quickly waning until she shoved my chest.
“You really are betrothed to her. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. You don’t want to be, but you are. Why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t you leave me alone?” Her voice was so calm and steady; the shit was almost eerie. She was shutting down on me, closing me out.
“Because I don’t want her. I want you. I need you.” I sounded so fucking weak.
We stared at each other, chests heaving. When she rammed her mouth into mine, I felt my sanity falter. I was confused as hell, but that wasn’t her fault. Shit was completely fucked up.
When she ended the kiss, I actually whimpered until I watched her snatch her dress over her head and kick her shoes off. Her panties and bra hit the floor, and I kept my eyes glued to her as she moved to bend over the sofa.
With my dick as hard as reinforced titanium, I rushed to her, dropping my pants and underwear. I plowed into her so fast and hard that I almost fell.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I stroked and stroked, her pussy pulling me in deeper and deeper. I felt desperate, so damn desperate. I couldn’t control my hands as they roamed her ass and back. I couldn’t control the words erupting from my mouth as I begged her to stay with me, to be mine. My whole body felt like a sacrifice to her. I just needed her to feel and know that she was all I wanted. She was my heart, my fucking first love. I just…I needed her so badly.
As her walls shook around my dick, she began to sob, and I’ll be damned if a tear or two didn’t pop up on my face as my nuts exploded and my hips stammered to a ragged halt.
Then…
We fucked over and over again that night—frenetic couplings that burned hot, charged with frustration and angst and uncertainty. When we finally fell into a spent and much needed sleep, it was early the next morning. So, it made sense that neither of us saw what was coming.
What awakened me was the sensation of cold steel against my temple. What awakened Bo, was my yelp. A small crowd had gathered in my bedroom with two of them holding guns to our heads. The gunmen were unknown to me, but the person standing at the foot of my bed was familiar—Viktoria Pierce.
“You’re a steely one, aren’t you?” she said, amusement on her face as she looked at me. “If not for that little sound you made, I’d think your feathers weren’t a bit ruffled.”
“What the fuck are y’all doing here? Who are these niggas? The hell?” Bo said groggily.
“The accent. Where are you from?” I asked his mother.
“You’re astute, too. Barbados. The accent has faded, but it’s still there.”
I nodded. “Is the island full of evil bitches, or is it just you?”
She laughed heartily as the stranger pushed the muzzle of his gun into my flesh.
“Look, just take the damn gun off her. You wanna play this shit with me? Fine. Leave her out of it.” Bo wasn’t the least bit afraid. He was boiling hot, though.
So was I.
“And forfeit my leverage?” She sucked her teeth. “What did I tell you? Evah pig got a Saturday, my Bo. Yuh don’t listen. Now, I have to kill this girl so you’ll understand.”
I frowned. “Kill me? For what? You just complimented my intelligence, my observation skills. I’m an asset to your company.”
“You are, but you are also a distraction for my son. I can’t have that.”
“You kill her, and you better kill me, too, because I won’t stop until I fuck everything you ever loved up!” Bo declared, and I could tell he meant it.
My assigned shooter moved his gun to Bo’s head, and I took the opportunity to leave the bed, butt ass naked and all.
“Got damn!” one of the men mumbled, his gaze on my ass.
I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at Bo who took the ass watcher’s lapse in focus to grab his gun. Next, he leaped out of bed, his naked body making mine weep as he held the gun to the newly unarmed man’s head.
“Ma, y’all better leave before I kill all y’all. I’m fucking deadass serious,” Bo growled.
I moved to my dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and dropping it over my head before turning to watch the rest of the saga play out. Was I shook from waking up to a gun trained on me? Absolutely. I was a killer, but I was also a damn human being. More than anything, I was pissed at the invasion of my domain and the fucking blatant disrespect that was being displayed.
Oh, I was SEETHING.
“I have guns, too. Please leave. Now ,” I said bluntly.
Bo looked at me with pure adoration in his eyes.
“We’ll leave, but do we have an understanding now?” his mother directed at me.
“Didn’t your man just get killed? Shouldn’t you be in mourning instead of over here fucking with me?” I countered.
Something flashed in her eyes before she gave me a weird ass smile. Nodding at her companions, she said, “I think our work here is done. Let’s go.”
The intruders filed out of my bedroom, the front door soon closing behind them.
I moved back to my dresser, finding a pair of panties in the drawer and pulling them on, although my pussy was a sticky mess from the previous night’s festivities. Then I stood and stared into the drawer, trying to process what had just happened. Bo’s familiar aura surrounded me as he pressed his body to the back of mine, and I shook my head.
“Bo…” I sighed.
His arms encircled my waist as his lips met the side of my neck, and I closed my eyes.
“Tell me what I can do to make you stay with me. We can get married today. Whatever you want,” he offered.
“I’m still getting over my mother’s death. I’m adjusting to a new job that I love, I’m…”
“Please, baby. Please . I can fix this. Just…just let me.”
Against my better judgement and completely engulfed in this man’s love, I said, “Okay.”