Page 31 of Heart of a Savage
“Yeah. Now go before you be late.”
He hurried out of the room as my eyes went to Jalea. She was rocking a shirt that looked like she picked it out of the toddler section at the mall, and her pajama shorts were riding up her little ass. She thought she was slick coming in here dressed like that, trying to arouse me.
Unfortunately, it was working a little bit.
Since before that quick session with Miss Mean Ass, I hadn’t had any in a month. Jalea kept pissing me off at every turn, so I didn’t want to touch her ass. Even now, I didn’t want to fuck her, but I couldn’t hold off any longer. I need to bust one.
“Bring ya ass in my room,” I said, moving toward the door.
“I’m busy,” she said, waving me off and putting MJ’s clothes away.
“Get busy on this dick.” I pulled her out of the room and down the hall to my room. I closed and locked the door, then led her to my bed, pulling her shorts down and off.
“Turn around.”
She turned around, placing her hands on the bed. “I missed?—”
“Be quiet.” I didn’t need her breaking my concentration while I pictured her as someone else. I hated to use her, but just thinking about a brown-skinned, mean-ass beauty had me ready to find her address and pull up.
“Grab them ankles.”
She stepped back some and grabbed her ankles. I slid inside of her slowly, then pushed my hips forward to slam the rest of my dick inside of her. She yelped and almost toppled over, but I held her in place and began my assault.
“Shit, Messiah. You make me feel so good, daddy.”
“Didn’t I say be quiet? You talk too fucking much.”
I kept pumping for a good five minutes before I pulled out, pulled the condom off, and dropped my seeds on her ass.
“You’re dismissed,” I told her, heading to my en suite bathroom to shower.
“I really hate you!” she yelled after me.
“Then move out. As long as you’re here, I’m going to do whatever I want to you. Ya sister got the house you begged my mama for, so go live with her.” I shrugged, continuing my stride to the bathroom.
I handled my business, and thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to take my son to school.
“MJ, let’s roll!” I yelled from the foyer. I could see Jalea sitting on the couch, looking sad.
This damn girl.
“Okay, Dad! I’m coming!”
“What’s wrong, Lea?”
Not that I gave a fuck, but I’m pretty sure she was sad about what happened earlier.
She looked over at me and scoffed. “As the mother of your child, I think I deserve a little more respect from you. You treatme like some washed-up ho off the street. You give me no credit for taking care of your son, making sure I keep your house clean, and cooking your damn meals. All you want to do is fuck me and disrespect me.”
I chuckled, walked closer to her, and leaned down so only she could hear me. “Need I remind you thatyoutrappedme? Not only did you trap me, but you had sex with my brothers too. You don’t deserve congratulations or pats on the back for doing your job and taking care of something youwanted. You thought since you trapped a CEO of a major company that you were going to be set for life? That shit backfired, didn’t it?
“I didn’t ask to be a father, but my son is the best thing to ever happen to me. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even be in my house right now. Do yourself a favor and move on. I would say I’ll pay you child support, but my son isn’t leaving his home for you. You can hate me all you want, but remember,youdid this.”
Tears slid down her cheeks, but she wiped them away, hearing MJ’s footsteps coming closer.
“Ready, Dad!” he said, coming into the living room. “What’s wrong, Ma?”
“Her allergies just acting up. Come on, baby boy. Let’s go be a scholar.”
