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Okay, so that’s how she’s going to act?

“Don’t talk to me like that. Show some respect.”

“I’m sorry.” She batted her long eyelashes at me.

“I’m very sad. My father died.” I groaned. “I need you to suck my cock.”

“Ah, Nicco, your wife will be up any minute.”

“Who fucking cares.” I barked.

“Two of your kids are here, in the house.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything? You say stupid shit like this just to piss me off.”

“You could at least wait until Gloria goes shopping.”

“When did a motherfucking boss ever wait for anything?” I was the boss now. She had to obey me.

“You are so disrespectful.”

“No, it would be disrespectful if I grabbed you by the throat and choked your smart ass neck until you opened your black ass mouth and then I forced my cock down your fucking throat.”

“Here you go with all the drama. Don’t you have someone else to talk shit to and terrorize? I’m not in the mood.”

“I like talking shit to you. And apparently, I’m not doing a good job of terrorizing you.”

My temper was a thing. I stood up on my feet, too quick for her to move a step back. I had my hand around her throat before she could say another word. My arms were too long for her to reach my face. She tried desperately to claw at me, but I had a firm, tight, an unwavering grip on her throat.

I bent slightly to open the drawer of my desk with my free hand. I reached inside the drawer and searched until I found my weapon of choice. I whipped my black leather Versace belt from the drawer. Instead of hitting her with the belt, I pushed her so hard that she stumbled back and crashed into the wall.

Like a magician, I released my hand from her throat and replaced it with the belt. I was fast and she couldn’t keep up. There was a black leather belt around her neck. I yanked the belt, and she came crashing into my solid frame.

Both of her hands gripped the belt. “Take this off!” She yelled, but this room was soundproof.

“No way, sweetheart.”

“Nicco, I’m sorry. I’ll suck your dick.”

“Too late, baby cakes.”

Lala tried to dip down to her knees, but I held my hand up to the ceiling and she started choking with the belt acting like a noose. Hangman, hang-woman, why was she playing with me?

“You trying to die? Stand the fuck up!”

She quickly stood up straight as I lowered my arms. She choked and coughed after that stupid stunt she pulled.

“Please remove the belt.” She begged as tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

“I will not.” I pulled the belt toward me and watched her tumble forward. I was fed up with her insolence and this was going to be a lesson she would never forget.

I yanked the belt and made her keep step with me. I headed straight for the door of my office and unlocked it. Pulling her out into the hallway, I knew I probably wouldn’t run into any of my sons. The boys slept late.

Lala jogged to keep pace with me. I moved quickly down the hallway to the back staircase. I slowed my pace so she wouldn’t trip on the steps. I lead her upstairs like a puppy on a leash. I’m sure she wanted to scream out, but she knew better. She knew her punishment could be ten times worse than what I had in store, even if she didn’t know what I had in store.

Chapter Six

NICCO

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