Chapter 7 Blaise Monroe
“Come on Mila, we have to get going.”
“I’m moving as fast as I can mommy. If you made sure you were on time, you wouldn’t be rushing me.
” I chuckled under my breath because I never wanted to encourage her brash responses.
It was nothing worse than getting treated by a five year old, but it was my everyday life.
One thing about an autistic child, they didn’t give a damn about your feelings.
“We’re on time, Jam. I just want to make sure we save grace for traffic. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand that we should have left earlier.” Laughing, I put her in the car and strapped her in before doing the same for myself. Once I started the car, I plugged in my phone, and drove off.
“Mommy, what’s BCM stuffing BBW’s?” My head whipped around fast as fuck as I looked at her in horror. I let a lot of things slide, but not this. Her little ass been watching porn and I wasn’t having it. Grabbing her iPad I put it on the front seat and tried to choose my words carefully.
“Mila, you do not look up things like that. If that’s the type of stuff you are going to do with your tablet, I’m going to make sure you don’t get this back. Do you understand?”
“I didn’t look it up, mommy. It’s right there.” I followed to where she was pointing and saw it on the screen of my radio. My mouth dropped, but I tried my best to recover.
“Mila, stop reading everything and watch a video on this tablet. Just because you know how to read doesn’t mean you should read everything.
” Handing her the tablet back, I rolled my eyes.
Not at her, but at myself for getting caught with my nasty.
I watched porn last night, and I forgot to clear my history.
Now I was sitting here scolding my child for knowing how to read and making me shamed.
“So, you’re saying I should not read? I thought you wanted me smart.”
“I’m saying, just watch your tablet Jam. Mommy didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“Okay.” Just like that, she had forgotten everything I had said. She was resilient like that. Everything that was just said is already in the back of her mind.
After listening to the kids on the bus fifty times in a row, I dropped Mila off, and I just completed my segment.
A bitch was tired, but I was on a high. Walking into my office, I slid my heels off and grabbed a bottle of tequila I keep there and poured myself a shot.
It was a good show. I dominated my male co-hosts today, and it felt good.
“Mercer had one good game. Let’s not go singing him praises when he’s shown himself time and time again who he truly is.” Goosebumps began forming on my arms, so I knew who it was without turning around.
“Why are you in my office?” Bracing myself, I finally turned to face him. Devin was standing there looking sexy as fuck and the only thing I could focus on was not allowing him to bend me over the desk.
His deep caramel brown skin was still unblemished besides the tattoo that went along the outer part of his eyebrow.
He was wearing the nappy look in his fro, that he somehow managed to make look well groomed and neat.
My eyes roamed from his slanted eyes I was sure came from smoking weed, to his thick lips that were turned up in a frown.
The bottom row of his teeth wore a grill, and his ears were blessed with at least five carats.
Licking my lips, I continued to assault his body with my eyes allowing them to trail down.
He had on an Amiri jogging suit with some Louis Vuitton sneakers.
The AP watch on his arm demanded you look at it, but I only stared at it to avoid staring at the bulge in his pants.
This nigga looked the same, but just like in college, his glow up had my panties soaked.
“You gone keep eye fucking a nigga or are you going to respond?” Clearing my throat, I looked up to his eyes trying not to look dumb.
“I’m sorry, I missed what you said.”
“I said, I’m here because I told you I would see you soon. I thought I was coming to hear you apologizing for misjudging me. Instead, I fly all the way here only to watch you continue to dog me.”
“You saw my segment?” I asked nervously. I don’t know why, but knowing he was here had me shook.
“Yeah, and I want to know what the fuck is your problem? I changed my game up like you said, only for you to still treat a nigga. I could have stayed home with my OG for this.” I tried to hide the smirk knowing he flew all the way here because he wanted to know my opinion.
“Maybe you should have. How did you even get on my set, and why are you worried about what a sports anchor in Chicago is saying anyway?”
“Tyla let me in and back. She knew you was trying to play a nigga out and wanted me to fuck you back in your lane.” I opened my mouth and closed it back.
“She wanted you to do what?” Devin walked closely to me while licking his lips.
“She wanted me to fuck you into submission. You’re unruly and need to learn some manners. I guess your bitch ass husband ain’t doing his job.”
“You don’t know shit about me and my household. If that’s all, you can leave.”
“I’m good right here. What school did you go to?” He was staring at me as if he was trying to figure out if he knew me.”
“I’m sure we didn’t attend the same place.
Where did you go? Hood University.” I laughed, but he walked closer to me pinning me against my desk.
I was trying to even out my breathing, but my chest was heaving hard.
This nigga still had the same effect on me and I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“You’re deflecting,” he whispered so close to my mouth I could feel his breath.
“And you’re violating my space. Can you please back up.”
“Something about you seems familiar. Like I’ve been in this pussy before. Have I been inside of you, Blaise? Is that why you hate me so much?”
“No. We ummm… You haven’t been inside of me.” I lied through my teeth, and I wasn’t sure if he believed me because he moved in closer. His dick was pressed against my pussy, and I was about to lose this battle. Just like I did six years ago.
“But you want me to be now.”
“No, I don’t!” I said barely convincing myself.
“That wasn’t a question. Pull your skirt up and let me see her.”
“What?” I said weakly. When he didn’t respond, I was about to do what he asked when his hoe ass fell out laughing.
“Yeah, you want a nigga, and you can’t have me.
That’s why you be in your lil feelings on your lil show.
If you ever want to say fuck your husband and come get fucked for real, let me know.
Until then, keep my name out of your mouth before I put something in it.
” He walked off and I finally let out the breath I seemed to be holding.
“Girl, if you don’t fuck that nigga, I am. He is HIM!” Tyla walked in the office cheesing hard as hell, but I was ready to fire her ass.
“Why would you let him in here? I’m at work and if Garrett had been here today shit would have been all bad. I know you want to help me, but this is my life you’re meddling in. Stop!”
“I’m sorry. I thought it would be good for you all to talk.”
“The only thing talking is my pussy cat. That man just almost had me begging him to let me sample it one more time.” We both fell out laughing clearing the tension in the air.
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Hell naw!” Even though I said that out of my mouth, I was hoping that wasn’t true. I definitely wanted to be in his presence again.