Page 52 of Loving a Libra
“Maybe if I talk to her, she’ll be more convinced. If she’s not ready to retire, I could focus solely on my business venture?—”
“Nah, Son. Early retirement sounds great. Let’s make it happen.”
“All right, Pops. I just pulled up atERL. I need to grab some documents before I meet with my lawyer.”
“Hold on. I do have one more question.”
“I’m listening.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to Maurice before moving forward? He may not be ready to run the business without you.”
“Excuse my language for a minute, Pops. Maurice is a bitch. He always has been, and he always will be. There was a time when I didn’t let his character bother me, as long as we were getting money and it didn’t affect our business, I didn’t give a shit. Our partnerships have been lucrative over the years, andERLhas been the most lucrative of them all. But frankly, Pops, . . . fuck that nigga!”
There was a long moment of silence before my father responded.
“Well said and understood, Son. I’ll talk to you later. Love ya.”
“Same here.”
We ended the call, and I felt like some of the weight I’d been carrying for years had been lifted from my shoulders. Once I was no longer part owner ofERL, and I could focus on my new endeavor and lighten my parents’ load at the hardware store, I’d feel even lighter.
ERLdidn’t open until four o’clock, and since it was before noon, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the building. Instead of parking in my spot in the back, I parked in the front and headed to the main entrance. For security purposes, we had a gate andseveral locks installed. After unlocking each of them, I entered and locked only a few behind me.
I began to question why I didn’t hear the security alarm upon entering, but I had my answer before I could think too deeply about it. The groans and moans, along with the clapping of skin, could be heard very clearly.
I followed the sounds, and I was only a little surprised to find Maurice, with a woman bent over one of the chairs while he pounded her from behind. What was even crazier was that both of their asses were completely fucking naked.
“Your condo is empty as fuck, but you chose to do this here?”
They were both startled by my voice, but only she tried to move to cover herself. When she did, Maurice held her in place.
“I pay to be in both places, nigga, so what’s the problem?”
I noticed the woman was doing her best to avoid looking at me. Her embarrassment was understandable, but it was more than that. The longer I looked at her, the more familiar she became.
“The fuck you still—” Maurice began.
“Pasha?”
Finally, Maurice released the woman, and she began rushing around for her clothes. One would’ve thought Maurice would do the same, but this nigga pulled the chair they were using back and sat his naked ass on it. I shook my head in disgust and returned my attention to the woman I’d taken out on several dates a while back.
“Pasha, you remember my boy Tariq, don’t you?”
“Umm, oh yeah. Hey, Tariq. It’s umm, it’s been a minute.” She refused to look me in the eyes.
“Yeah, it has. Looks like congratulations are in order.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks.”
“No need to get dressed. I just came to pick up something. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
I left them to do whatever they chose and headed to my office. Before I unlocked the door, Maurice was approaching me and, thankfully, at least wearing underwear.
“I was gon’ tell you,” he said.
“Tell me what?”
“About Pasha.”
