Chapter 20 - Garrett Johnson
Blaise was already gone when I woke up. I had a splitting headache, but I was more aggravated than anything.
Denise had to have told her what was going on because how else would she have figured it out?
Thinking about it some more, I grabbed my keys pissed.
I told this bitch what it was, and she still crossed me.
Jumping in my car, I drove towards her house.
This could get messy and cost me everything.
My only saving grace is no one in the public knows, so I technically didn’t breach my part of the contract.
I’m allowed to sleep with who I want as long as it doesn’t come out.
It also keeps my mother from finding out as well.
However, Denise was now a wild card. If she told Blaise so easily, there was no telling what else she would do, and I couldn’t allow that.
I would try to have her taken out before I let her fuck up my life.
Pulling up, I jumped out the car ready to drag her from here to my house to apologize to Blaise.
Ringing the bell, I waited on the porch impatiently.
Five minutes later, there was still no answer, but her car was in the driveway.
I rang the bell one last time before cursing out loud to myself.
As soon as I walked off, I heard the door unlocking.
I turned around and Denise was standing there looking dumb.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering the door?
” I walked back towards the porch and finally took notice of her appearance.
“What happened to you?” I asked as I walked inside.
Denise looked like she had already been dragged.
Her hair was all over her head, it was lumps on her face, and the noticeable sweat had her wig sliding back.
“Blaise dumb ass is what happened. She had me locked in the closet, and I had to kick the door open.” Looking over, I saw it was hanging off the hinges and I tried to muffle my laugh. I know I got my ass whooped, but it was nothing compared to what she did to Denise.
“Damn!”
“That’s all you got to say?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
“What am I supposed to say? Do you not see we got matching foreheads? She tore me up as well. I’m not saying shit to that lady.”
“Well, your scary ass ain’t gotta say shit. As soon as I change clothes, I’m about to go beat that bitch to death. She got me fucked up.” I gave her an unsure look and I could tell it pissed her off. If Denise could beat her, I was thinking why didn’t you do it then.
“Denise, just let it go.”
“You and her got me fucked up. I was drunk last night, and she caught me off guard. Not today though.” Her chest was heaving up and down she was so worked up.
“Look, all that catty shit doesn’t matter. Why the fuck did you tell her about us?”
“I didn’t tell her shit. She figured it out and pretended we were cool until we got back to my house.” I wrecked my brain trying to understand how she could possibly know unless her big mouth ass daughter told her.
“We need to come up with a plan to quiet this down.” Her head whipped around fast, and I was getting annoyed.
“My plan is to go over there and rearrange her face. Are you not listening? Not once did you ask me was our baby okay or anything. All yo ass is worried about is Blaise breaking the contract.” Reaching back, I hit her so hard she flew over the couch.
Walking over to her, I stomped her as hard as I could in my Ferragamo’s.
I aimed for her stomach, but she kept throwing her arm up to protect it.
I was tired of hearing about this child that I didn’t want.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Blaise is a brand. My brand, and you won’t do shit to fuck that up.
I keep trying to put you back in your place, but somehow you keep sliding out of it.
You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand?
” When she didn’t respond, I stomped her again. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” Denise cried out, so I stopped and walked back over to the couch and sat down. I could hear her crying, but I didn’t care. This bitch was really starting to do too much, and I was hating the day I let her talk me into fucking her.
We had never met, but I knew that Blaise had a sister.
She came to the studio one day, but Blaise was not scheduled to do a segment.
I took her in my office to talk to her because I needed to figure out if she was going to be a problem.
I couldn’t have that, so I called myself screening her.
As soon as the door closed, she was all over my ass.
I knew me and Blaise’s arrangement, so what I was doing was technically not wrong.
The way she begged me to fuck her, I should have known it was going to go left.
Denise sat down on the couch next to me crying trying to get my attention, but I needed to relieve some stress.
Pulling my dick out, I began stroking it.
She was still crying, so I grabbed her hand and placed it on my dick.
Once her mouth slid down the tip, I wondered if I should beat her more often.
Her mouth was extremely wet, and she had the hiccups which caused her to deep throat and do this suction thing at the same time.
“That’s right, show me you’re sorry. Suck this dick like you want me to forgive you.” Her mouth tightened and five minutes later, I was nutting down her throat. She sat up and tried to climb on me, but I pushed her back. Adjusting myself back in my clothes, I stood up to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to find, Blaise.” I didn’t say another word as I turned to walk out the door.
I could hear her crying loudly, but I got in my car and drove off.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number, but there was no answer.
I stopped by the studio, but she wasn’t there either, and when I got back to the house, she still wasn’t home.
Dialing her number again, I got aggravated when the voicemail came on.
“You better have my daughter back at home by the time I return or we’re going to have problems. You can be pissed, but you’re going to be pissed at our house.
” Hanging up, I poured a drink and prayed she took heed to my empty threats.
I had no idea how far Blaise was willing to push me, but I knew how far I was willing to go.