Page 4 of Suleem and Yahzi
“What was our deal?”
“If I need you, you're there.”
“That’s only half of it, what was our deal?”
“Leem…”
“What’s the rest, Yah…”
I sighed. “Not to call unless I’m ready to come home.”
“Aight, so what’s it gonna be?”
I glanced at the door and sighed again. “I’m sending you my address.”
“You know I don’t need that shit. I’ll be there in two hours. You gonna be good until I get there?”
“Yes.”
“Aight, I’m on my way.”
I locked my phone and walked to my closet to begin grabbing what I needed. I had no intention of staying with him, but I also knew him well enough to know that since I made that call he wasn’t leaving without me. I’d figure out the rest later, but for now, I was going home.
Chapter 2
Suleem Jamison
“Get dressed.” I walked over to the corner, yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser, and used them to remove the condom that covered my dick. I balled it up, tossed it in the trash, then moved my briefs back in place before I fastened my jeans and stepped out of my 1s so I could remove my coveralls. I tossed them on the chair in the corner and paused when I noticed Jessica was still standing next to her car butt naked, glaring at me while I prepared to leave.
“I don’t give a damn if you leave here like that or not but I’m sure you do. I’m about to open this bay, which means you have five minutes to put that shit on or risk being exposed.” I pointed to the dress she took off before she bent over the side of her ride, offering up pussy I didn’t ask for.
“Who is Yah?”
“You want me to run the card you have on file?”
It annoyed me that she was asking questions like she had the right and it annoyed me even more that Yahzi’s name was on her tongue.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I didn’t answer that shit because nothing about my life is your business. Now you want me to use this card or not?”
My back was to her while I stabbed at my keyboard to finalize the transaction for the repair I did to the Benz. She side swiped someone in a parking lot and didn’t want to hear shit from her man about scratching his car, so I buffed that shit out and removed the damage with touch up paint.
“It is my business when you pull out of me to take a call from whoever the fuck she is then tell me to put my clothes on and get out.”
I didn’t ask Jessica to spread her legs. She wanted to show gratitude by letting me dive in that pussy for fixing her nigga’s car but she was still going to pay for my time. I didn’t work for free and fucking her damn sure wasn’t an all-access pass to my life.
I ignored her and ran the transaction. Once it cleared, I printed the receipt and walked it over. She snatched it from my hand and glanced at the paperwork, frowning at me immediately after. “This is for fifteen hundred. The dealership quoted me eight fifty.”
“But you came here. My price is my price. You also know if the dealership did this it would have been added to the repair history which means your man knowing that your ass can’t fucking drive and no longer trusting you in his whip. Now put your shit on so I can open this bay for you to leave.”
She yanked open the driver’s door, threw the receipt inside, then lifted her dress. After she worked it over her head and down her body, she rolled her eyes. “Dick was mid anyway.”
I chuckled and walked over to the wall to press the button to open the bay. Mymiddick had her grabbing her stomach, telling me I was too deep, and currently hissing as she got settled in her car. My dick damn sure wasn’t the problem, her bruised ego and pride were, but I didn’t have time to argue
It was gonna take me at least an hour and forty minutes to get to Yahzi. If she called, something must have gone down,which had me heading to my office—after Jessica was gone and I locked up—to get my piece from the safe in my office.
If a muthafucker put their hands on her, I would be getting another bullet shaded on the clip I had inked on my forearm. It was a reminder of the bodies I’d dropped throughout the years. I got the tattoo when I was young and reckless. I didn’t give a damn about much of anything. Kill or be killed. Each time I faced off with death and was still breathing, I inked it on my body. In a sick twisted way it kept me grounded. No matter how much my life changed, I still had a past that caused me to lose the one person I loved enough to set free.
