Page 41 of He Snatched My Soul

“What are you doing here?” I stood from my chair.

“You haven’t been returning my calls. Then you block me. Why on earth would you do that?” He raised his voice.

“Do you need me to call security, Ms. Blackwood?” Elise probed, looking at me with concern.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Can you pull these files for me and bring them to me when you're done.” I handed her the note with the files listed that I needed. Once she left back out of my office, I focused my attention on Ryan. “Again. Why are you here?”

“We need to talk, Modesty.”

“There is nothing for us to talk about. We broke up. Remember?” I looked at him with my head cocked to the side.

“No. You broke up with me. And you did it over the phone, so that doesn’t count, sweetheart.” He smirked like what he said held merit.

“Well, I’m telling you now, we are done. Is that better?”

“This is not how you do things in a committed relationship. Couples have misunderstandings. We were supposed to talk about it and work through them,” he said before his eyes landed on the flowers on my desk. “And who are those from?”

“A friend. Now, can you go? I have work to do,” I dismissed him and his question.

“Are you cheating on me?” His face turned beat red, and his nostrils flared.

“Ryan, we would have to be together for me to have cheated. Now, can you leave my office before I call security?”

“No, I will not leave! Was it that guy that you went to Jamaica with? Don’t lie. I saw the way he was looking at you. And then he made that smart remark about fucking you. It was him, wasn’t it? What, my dick wasn’t big enough for you?” He slammed his closed fist down on my desk. His face was beyond red at this point.

I could have admitted that he was right about everything he said. But what good would that do? We still wouldn’t be together. What we had was over before it started. After spending three weeks with Jamian, I knew Ryan wasn’t the man for me. I guess I took too long to respond because the next thing this man said out his mouth had me ready to knock his ass out.

“I always knew you were nothing but a whore! That’s why I was cheating on you, bit-” Ryan's words were cut off when Jamian came rushing into my office and landed a hard punch to his face. My eyes widened when I saw Ryan stumble to the floor with blood leaking from his nose.

“Now, repeat that again, muthafucka!” Jamian seethed, standing over Ryan with flaring nostrils. Everything happened so fast. All I could do was stand there stunned and lost for words as I watched this play out in front of me.

“Agh! What the hell?!” Ryan groaned as he rolled around on the floor in pain. He looked over at me and said through his gritted teeth, “My mother said that you were in Jamaica fucking around on me.”

“And was. Every chance I got, I was shooting my nut deep in them guts, muthafucka! I stamped my name all over that juicy pussy,” Jamian stated to him with his whole chest. I should’ve been embarrassed that he put my business out there, but it was the total opposite. I was actually turned on hearing him claim my fat mama.

Ryan looked pissed hearing Jamian speak those words. Hell, it was the truth. That man’s dick molded my pussy to fit hisdick, and I’m sure any man after him had to have top-tier dick. I was hoping Ryan just took this loss and just went on about his business. I watched as Jamian grabbed him by the collar of his suit jacket and lifted him from the floor. By this time, security had rushed into my office and snatched Ryan up.

“Make sure that pale nigga doesn’t step foot back in this building!” Jamian barked as security escorted Ryan out of my office. He was still seething inside, and his face held a sexy mug. All I could do was remain stuck in place and in shock. I’ve never seen Ryan get this angry before. He never even raised his voice at me nor called me out my name.

As Jamian talked to the head of security, I noticed his hand was bleeding, so I went into my office bathroom to get a rag to clean his hand. I wet it with some warm water. By the time I came out, Jamian was the only one in my office. He had made himself comfortable in my chair behind my desk like this was his office. I walked over to clean his hand. I couldn’t lie, his being here made me feel all jittery inside. The way he looked at me had butterflies swarming around in my stomach. I tried not to look at him because I knew he would notice that I was feeling something for him. My eyes tell on me sometimes.

“So. you do care about a nigga?” He gave me a smug grin.

I scuffed with the roll of my eyes.

“Actually, I didn’t want you bleeding all over my carpet,” I lied. “Now, why are you here?” I probed when I was done cleaning his hand. It had a small cut and some swelling, but nothing major.

“Nah, the question is, what was Ben doing here? What, y’all trying to rekindle or some shit? Don’t play with me, Juicy. I’ll find that muthafucka and break his neck!”

Jamian stood, his tall frame towered over me, pinning me against my desk. My heart was racing, and not because his hard stare scared me. Him being this close to me, smelling andlooking so good in his gray suit, had my pussy leaking like a broken faucet.

“Jamian, we are not together. Therefore, you don’t get to question me.”

“Word?” He lifted me up by the waist and sat me on the top of my desk. “Repeat that shit again. I dare you,” he said, grabbing me by the neck and staring me in the eyes. I was so turned on by his roughness that I had to bite my lip, trying not to let a moan slip out. I hated that he had my body reacting this way.

“Jami-”

He cut me off when his lips connected to mine, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I let out an involuntary moan into his mouth as he kissed me with so much passion. I wanted to stop him, I really did. I just couldn’t. The magnetic power this man had over me was so strong that I would walk a tight rope with no harness if he asked me. When I felt him reach for my belt and unbutton my jeans, that’s when I snapped back into reality.

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