Page 20 of Mr. Big Stuff

I knew what her problem was. I also knew that regardless of what she was feeling right now, it had very little to do with Necole. No, her problem was about us. It was the thought that I could fuck her brains out one moment and then be pinned to my chair with some hussy, as my mother called them, hovering over me while she was next door working for me. She wanted a commitment. She wanted to know I wasn’t playing with her because she was all in, and I hadn’t made it clear if I was or not. And truthfully, it’s only because I could read her so easily that I knew she was all in, myself. Not something she said. It was all the things she kept herself from saying but with the boss employee dynamic hanging over her head, she didn’t want to overstep.

When I offered to take her to lunch, I wanted to talk about us but Necole fucked it up with the bullshit she pulled. Bullshit that made me tell her she would be better served by someone else that I gave her a referral for. But what happened with Necole was only the tip of all that had been unspoken and her anger started off a chain reaction. She reminded me that I had overstepped so many of my damn boundaries, I didn’t know if I could claim integrity. I was doing with Tracey everything Vanessa had wanted and got fired for. But Tracey got that and more. The more were my feelings.

I heard her door shut hard and wishing I had more time to deal with it, I took a deep breath and joined the Zoom call with members of The East Coast division of Mr. Black. Nathaniel Reed and I had been friends for a minute, having joined the organization years ago. Matter fact, he knew about Tracey and my troubles but so far, had only sent laughing emojis instead of advice.

Cameo Rawlings was new to the organization, but from what I heard, he would be the type of man to come into the organization running. I was looking forward to this meeting. Anything to distract me from that damn woman.

I clicked the link to join and Nathaniel and Cameo were already making introductions. Of course Tracey would make me late.

Now you know it’s not her fault. It’s your fault you can’t keep your mind on her ass and her wet puss— “Hey, gentlemen. My apologies for running a bit late. I was distracted with other matters.”

“Lemme guess, your new assistant?” Nathaniel chuckled making me wish I had never told him shit. I gave him a glare and hoped he’d get the message. His responding grin said he had not.

Ignoring Nathaniel, I greeted the new member. “Is it okay if I call you Cameo? I think we can drop the formalities for a moment for this meeting.”

“Yeah, man.”

I smiled at how he visibly relaxed. I knew how important first impressions were but he needed to know he didn’t have to be on it 24/7 with us. He could chill out. Business would get handled.

“Cool. Nathaniel and I have known each other for a couple of years after meeting at a Mr. Black convention back in 2021. This is my third year as Mr. Black and each year I'm excited to get to meet brothas from other chapters. We are always in great company in this organization.”

“Yes, we are," Nathaniel agreed. "This is my second year in the organization."

“So I say all that to say, we are familiar with each other and text often, so he knows I'm in the middle of … let's call it a crisis.” That was the best way to describe Tracey.

“Anything I might be able to help with?” Cameo asked me with a concerned look that was comical given there was no way I’d let him even attempt to handle my trouble. Nah, Tracey was mine to handle and mine alone.

“Unless you possess a manual that holds all the secrets related to women, I doubt you'll be able to help. His crisis is woman related.”

That made me roll my eyes. “I'm going to handle my problem. Don't worry. Let's talk business before we scare off Cameo.”

“I don't scare easily,” Cameo added. “Besides, I have a little situation of my own to deal with.”

We all laughed at that. When Nathaniel’s phone vibrated, we waited to see if he needed to address it and when he placed the phone down, we commenced the meeting.

But Nathaniel’s phone continued to go off and I started to wonder why he kept avoiding what seemed to be urgent.

“Do you need to step away to handle that call? It may be important.”

“Nah, I'm good,” Nathaniel replied, glancing at his phone with a smile. “I won't lie and say it's not important because it is. However, lessons have to be taught. Anyway, did the information we sent give you any ideas on the direction you want to take for Richmond?”

Cameo nodded. “It did. I will be meeting with an event planner after this call.”

“Sounds good,” Nathaniel responded as Tracey appeared in my office with a stack of files in her arm. “Is it a woman you’re working with?” Nathanial asked Cameo.

I was wondering what the hell she thought she was doing coming in here when she was the one that accepted this zoom call for me, so she very well knew it ran an hour and I was still engaged. She gone sashay her fine ass behind my desk to place files, that could have been put away any time day or night, down into the cabinet being sure to bend lower than necessary, ostensibly to make sure they were secure in their spot. Watching her be so obviously taunting, at least to me, had me seeing red, but not before I admired her sweet ass bent over the credenza. I hadn’t even realized I was turned around watching every inch jiggle a bit with her movements until I heard someone clear their throat. When I turned back to my screen it was to find both Nathaniel and Cameo getting more than an eyeful of my damn crisis! My glare at the screen only made them both smile as Tracey left quietly without looking my way as if she hadn’t come in to disrupt my world but my stiff dick knew she had. I was going to deal with her.

For the next hour the three men sat back listening and offering advice. Neither had a problem with the meeting taking a turn. It was another example of the Mr. Black Organization giving them a valuable resource, the bonding of three strong Black men who now referred to themselves as the triple threat of the East Coast Kings.

Chapter13

Raymond

When I logged off from the meeting, my mind went right back to her highhanded actions. To think she could waltz her ass in here like that with no consequences was wild to me. If that had been any other woman of mine, I might have been pissed, but because it was her, I was turned on. Maybe a bit pissed but I was turned on more; but she also needed to learn a hard lesson.

Me and my hard dick walked over to her office where she pretended to be hard at work and not at all aware of me standing in her doorway. I chose to look around the space she made her own. Her pictures, her degree on the wall, and motivational quotes as well, all served as a reminder of the beautiful smart woman she was. But as she finally glanced up at me beneath her long-fringed lashes, the heat waiting reminded me of the passionate woman she was and how it was that passion that made her bold when no one else would be. That she could take my dick inside of her only made her that more perfect for me.

Perfect for me.Those were words I’d never thought I’d say, not even to myself but here I was saying it to myself and knowing how true they were. But we had some things to settle first.

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