Page 44 of Captivated By Danger

“Off guard?” she finished my sentence.

“Yes.”

On her top step, we turned and eyed each other. When she stood on her tiptoes, I leaned down, getting close to her lips before turning my head quickly as I said, “Doesn’t start until we get to New York.”

She inhaled sharply. “Asshole.”

“I’ll be that. Goodnight, Ms. Greysen. See you Monday.”

When I walked away from her, I could feel the hard stares at my back. Seated inside the truck, I waited until she was in the house before I instructed the driver to pull off.

Heading toward my brother’s house, I thought the most anger I was going to feel was earlier in the week when Rachel was waiting by my car after I got off from work. Since my car was hardly ever parked in the protected car garage, she was able to wait for me until I got off from work. My brother hated that I didn’t park in the garage for that very reason; someone waiting to try and rob us after we got off from work. It was after three in the morning, so she had to have been waiting there for a while. Her ass could have slain me and no one would have found my body until the morning, but the very advanced security system my brother had would have identified her immediately. She just wanted to beg for my forgiveness and promised me that she would be a better woman for me. As I had previously explained to her, it didn’t have anything to do with her and everything to do with me. Before I got in my car, I promised her that if I saw her again, it wouldn’t end well for her because I’d stop that check and take her car back from her. She knew the fucking rules.

Thinking that would be the last time I seen her, I’d shaken that impromptu visit off, until she’d snuck past security with a wig on, ambushing me in the café. I could have choked her out, should have choked her ass out, but she would have loved it. The police were called and I had to get a restraining order on her. Luckily, it was late and nearly all the staff were gone. Dymon was pissed. He didn’t care whether it was six or sixty employees that it went down in front of, to him, it shouldn’t have happened at all. After he got his frustrations out, he went on to tell me how he was worried about my safety, offering to hire security and all. Rachel was a hundred- and sixty-pounds soaking wet.

Now after that terrible week I had, I’d fully expected to come down to Citrus Grove, get that manual signed, and be in some fresh new pussy, but that was derailed. Out of all the shit Rachel did, Ms. Mothafuckin’ Greysen was the one that pissed me off the most. I’d never lost a negotiation. Never. I’d been in this business since I was twenty-six years old but started this lifestyle way before then and here I was at thirty-seven, getting played by a young ass girl. I’m ashamed to say that I completely enjoyed her getting what she wanted, but not at the expense of my pleasure. I’m glad she wasn’t serious about marking off my kinks. I just knew it was going to feel crazy trying to pretend to be affectionate.

The driver came to a stop in front of Dymon and Quinci’s house.

“Goodnight.”

I reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out a couple hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to him. On the weekends, they stayed up late so I tapped the door a few times. Dymon answered the door after a few minutes. He looked me up and down a few times, stopping on my spotted shirt.

“That’s never coming out. What is that?”

“You’re going to let me in?”

He moved out of the way, opening the door further so I could come in. In the living room, my mother sat on the couch holding a cooing Dymani. Quinci sat across the room, trying to pretend she was watching TV when she was really watching my mother like a hawk. Walking over to my mom, I lifted Dymani out of my mother’s arm.

She showed nothing but gums when I raised her up in the ceiling.

“Hey Uncle Baby. They been spoiling my baby,” I said, giving her a little shake, making her smile. “They been spoiling my—”

“She just ate, Diesel,”my mother warned me right before Dymani burped milk all over my lips

“Yes! That’s what you get. I told you about lifting her up like that anyway!” Quinci laughed.

“My baby knows bad vibes already,” Dymon said as he wiped her little lips and took her from me.

I grabbed a couple baby wipes and cleaned my mouth. Instead of going to my room, I headed down to Dymon’s mancave. Opening the drawer, I pulled out some of the strongest weed that he had and sat at the bar so I could roll up.

Dymon came in. “Aye, you straight?”

He walked around the bar and became a bartender, grabbing two glasses, setting them on the bar.

“Mannn…” I licked the paper and closed the blunt. “Shit crazy.”

He poured us both a shot of Remy Martin.

“Nah, I need another shot.”

“That bitch ain’t found her way down here, has she?”

“Nun-uh, what bitch!” Quinci came in the room. “Ooh, can I hit that?”

She was getting ready to take it out of my hands before Dymon snatched it out of both of our hands.

“Not while you are breastfeeding my child.”

---