Page 27 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“But on a serious tip… go out with her. I’ve never heard any shady shit about her or her family, and I know you have a way of getting her checked out, so I don’t even know why you asked me.”

I rubbed my chin, chuckling at the thought that ran across my mind. “Yeah… I was thinking about hitting up Mimi. I’m not looking for anything serious. Just looking for a little fun while I’m here.”

“Hit up Adrian then.” He tittered when I raised my brow at him. “You’re right… I just told you I wanted you to chill. Fuckin’ around with his ass, y’all been done dropped three more bodies by the end of the week.”

Once inside the massive building that housed most of the city’s officials, we both walked to our respective offices with murmured goodbyes. I appreciated Uno for setting up an office for my stay here since I still had things I needed to do for my own company. Getting myself situated, I powered on my laptop, and an incoming email confirming a meeting with Jules and Milly Grove’s city lawyer popped up immediately. I accepted the invite, happy to see these niggas were wasting no time expanding our partnership with them. I still hadn’t spoken to my brothers since leaving. I wasn’t pissed anymore about our last meeting, but I didn’t have anything to discuss outside of business. If those niggas needed something, they would make enough noise to get a response out of me.

“This is Andre,” I answered my cell as I typed an email to Rosier about today’s meeting. I was pleased with the formal and informal discussions with Uno and his personnel, and I knew Rosier would be too.

“Andre, please…”

I frowned and pulled the phone away from my ear to view the Caller ID. The number was restricted. “Who the fuck is this?”

“I’m sorry for whatever it was I did. I miss you, baby!”

“Sandra?” I asked in confusion. “Girl, why are you calling my phone?” I finished typing the email and sent it before getting comfortable in my chair. “I told you what it was with us when I cut you off. Why do you keep blowing up my line? And why are you stalking my grandmother with the bullshit?”

Sandra is a good woman; I’ll never take that from her. She was attractive and attentive, and her sex drive was appropriate for any man who needed daily satisfaction. But her delusion of us being together was insane, and she needed to let the shit go. Never once did I tell her there was hope in us being together—it would never happen. Therefore, she is the source of her own misery, and there was nothing I could do to help her unless she wanted to die.

“I need her to talk some sense into you, Andre.” She sniffled as she spoke into the phone. “We’re about to have a baby, and?—”

Click.

One thing I’m not going to do is entertain this bitch and her lies. I’ve never run inside her raw nor used any condom I didn’t provide. Unless she was able to get pregnant from swallowing my nut, she wasn’t carrying any child of mine. As I gathered my things to leave the office, I heard my phone vibrate again. Snatching it up, I was irritated.

“Listen here, wench! I’m tired of playing with you?—”

“Damn, Daddy! I just wanted to know how your day’s been.”

Pausing, I realized it was none other than Denim, and a grin spread across my face. I haven’t heard from her today, but I guess I’ve been on her mind like she was on mine.

“Better now…” I chuckled as I locked up the office. Passing by Uno’s, I threw my head up at him, and he did the same. “How you doing today?”

She giggled sweetly. “I’ll be doing a little better once I see you again. When is our date?”

If I was going to entertain this girl, I needed to check in with Noemi. She was fine as hell, but I didn’t miss her eagerness to be in my space.

“I have some business to tend to this week, so how about this weekend? Are you free?”

“Hell yeah, she is!” I heard her cousin, Jerome, yell in the background. I laughed as I heard slight rustling and hushed whispers before he spoke again. “You better tell him yes then before I steal that nigga from you.”

“Aye, chill, Rome.” I hit the automatic start button for the Range to start the engine. I had preset the heat to turn on so when I eased inside, I would be greeted with some warmth. Georgia was colder than the fine-ass woman on my line. “What I keep telling you, man?”

I’m not one of those guys who are easily offended by the presence of a gay man. I’m a good judge of character, and I knew Jerome didn’t mean any harm with the shit he said. Nothing about me screams gay or down-low, and he knew it. If he ever lost his mind and decided to try me, though, it was lights out for his ass.

“I apologize about my cousin.” I knew she was rolling her eyes at the statement. “What were you saying? Saturday at seven?”

I chuckled as I slid into the truck, happy to find the heat blasting. “Yeah, that’s cool, baby. I’m leaving work, so I’m going to hit you later when I get to the crib.”

Disconnecting the call, I pondered on Denim while I merged into traffic. Deciding not to overthink it, I figured it was best to make the call I was avoiding.

“What can I do for you today, my dearest cousin?” Mimi’s loving voice flowed through the speakers. “And how soon do you need it?”

“Damn, boo… you act like I only call you when I want something?” I was slightly offended by the thought. “That’s how we’re doing it?”

She laughed. “I’m kidding, Andre.” The music in her background was turned down before she spoke again. “Seriously, what’s up?”

When I told her my plans regarding Denim, she agreed to have what I needed once she was done with her date, which caused me to frown.

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