Page 40 of Hooked on Loving Him

I know you fucking lying…

“All I can spare is ten minutes, Paul,” Ashari tells ole boy before looking at me. “I won’t be too long. Hang tight.” Without another word, she follows behind dude with her head hanging, causing my blood to run cold.

“What the fuck?” I say, frowning deeply.

“This is none of my business, but I’m gonna say something anyway because she won’t. Paul has been like a dog with a bone trying to convince Ashari he’s the man who can provide her with the opportunity to run his pig pen. He has an intense craving for getting beautiful women like Ashari to roll around in the hay at his farm,” the woman says as Ashari and ole boy enter the elevator shaft and the doors close.

My blood pressure skyrockets as a sharp pain grips my chest, moving up to the top of my head, making the hairs covering my crown painful. My jaw clenches tight enough to break the molars in my back teeth as I stare silently at the elevator.

“Here’s a visitor’s badge. They’re going to the seventh floor and will be the only two up there, and I doubt Paul’s motives are anything but shiesty.” Light tapping pulls me from the elevator's closed doors to see the woman extending a badge in my direction.

Wordlessly, I take it and make quick strides to the elevator as my index finger assaults the call button.

Holding Ashari like Kevin Kostner held Whitney Houston when fans rushed the stage inTheBodyguard, I exit the front entrance twenty minutes later. RPD's blue and red flashing lights light up the fast-approaching night sky yet don’t slow my progress. I think ole girl at the desk knew some bullshit was about to go down, which is why she sent me after Ashari. Ashari trembles, causing me to grit my teeth as the last thirty minutes play back like a Michael Myers soundtrack.

While staring at the slowly ascending elevator panel, my heart races with an intense urgency to get to Ashari. Exhaling heavily, I damn near run off the elevator when it reaches mydesired floor. My steps sound in my ears as my chest feels like it's about to cave in, making it more urgent to get to my woman.

“I have thought about what this moment would be like so long that I must apologize. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I hear ole boy say before hearing Ashari’s reply.

“I see why you have a farm. I’m embarrassed for you.”

Busting in the office, I see ole boy with his pants down around his ankles as his left hand pumps up and down his lower region. Laughter bursts from my mouth, causing me to bend over in hysterics. I’m not a man who looks at another man’s dick, but my eyes can’t help it this time.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” ole boy asks causing tears to slip from my eyes from my laughing.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself for trying to entice my woman with that Vienna. I can guarantee that on your best day, you wouldn’t be able to penetrate her even if you added all ten of your fingers.

“Period, boo. It goes to show that shoe and body size don’t equate to monster dicks or third legs. He should have kept that shrimp between him and the goats on his farm,” Ashari says.

Redness starts on the tips of ole boy’s ears as his chest rises and falls like a bull, instantly halting my laughter because I already know what’s coming. Forgetting that he isn’t in his bullpen, ole boy huffs before charging toward Ashari.

“Mothafucka!” I shout before crashing out on his ass.

“Aye, hold up, Patton,” I hear just as I place Ashari in the passenger seat of my ride.

Standing to my full height, I see Detective Bellamy jogging toward me with a goofy smile that sparks one of my own.

“Why didn’t you have somebody cover that nigga’s peapod before we arrived on the scene?” Detective Bellamy smirks before both of us start laughing.

Paul Keys made the grave mistake of thinking running up on Ashari would be successful in my presence. I beat his ass until he needed smelling salts to wake him up. An intense rage at his audacity took over my body, causing my hands to punch Paul even after he was out like a light. Ashari’s screaming didn’t break the haze I was in, and it took Detective Bellamy, Marks, and two uniform officers to get me off Paul and out of the room.

“You’re lucky the bitch ass idiot was breathing when you got here. His ass fucked around and found out that Ashari Weeks will never be that woman.”

“I don’t blame you, and I’m definitely writing this report as self-defense, although we all know it’s bullshit,” Detective Bellamy says, smirking.

“Hell yeah. I appreciate you looking out because I can’t fuck up tonight’s plans.”

Looking over my shoulder, I see Ashari’s fingers tapping a mile a minute while holding her phone.

“No worries. Big Homie continues to bless me, so I’m all about paying it forward when the situation warrants His grace. Besides, your brother is cool people. Speaking of which, y’all should hang with my people and me some time. We’re atTy-Walt’s Clouds of Rhapsodyevery third Friday of the month.”

“Bet. Be easy, Detective Bellamy,” I say, nodding.

“You do the same,” he says as we shake hands. He walks away before I head to the driver’s side of my ride and get in.

“How about we go back to one of our places and just chill out? After all that, I’m not in the mood to be around anyone but you,” Ashari says.

“Fine, but next Saturday, we’re gonna have a real date out, and I don’t want to hear any complaints or objections,” I say, smirking.

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