Page 75 of Obsessive Love

“It’s the one place you said I couldn’t go, Pyrite,” I argued. “Look, I’ll behave; I won't fight you, but don’t take me in there, please.”

“Itty Bitty-”

“No!” I interrupted him. “Take me to another room, Pyrite.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You said all I had to do was ask, and if it were within your reach, you’d make it happen. This is within your reach, so make it happen!” I wasn’t scared to go inside his office; I just wasn’t ready to accept that I wanted to be in there. His office was his space, his world, and my being in there showed how much I wanted to be a part of it.

His eyes went from me to his office, then back to me before he nodded and sighed. “Alright.” He walked to his office door, closed it, and pushed the chair to the other side of the house. When we got to the bathroom near the gym, he stopped. “Don’t fight me.” He pulled the key from his pocket and showed it to me. “I’m only going to uncuff one hand. Take care of everything you need to take care of and sit your ass back down.”

“Go to hell,” I said as he uncuffed me. I stood, and Pyrite grabbed my chin to make me look at him.

“I’m going to make breakfast; don’t make me come look for you,” he said, kissing me. Just like the first kiss, I couldn’t help but react to it. I grabbed his tank with my free hand and pulled him to me.

When I felt myself starting to get overwhelmed, I pushed him away, dragged the chair into the bathroom with me, and then slammed the door.

PYRITE

“You sure she’sgoing to like this?” Zane asked as we walked around the newly remodeled storefront. She and her team had worked around the clock for the last week to complete everything, and now Yuri was finalizing the details.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, nodding. I knew that from the sketches that Zane and Yuri had done that this muthafucka was going to be nice, but I had no clue it would look like this. Expanding into the second front gave Fable enough space to work and have a small team with her. The blue and purple décor fit Fable’s brand, and the plants in the corner would make her happy. “She’s going to love this.”

“Where is she?” Zane asked as she leaned against the counter.

“She’s tied down at the moment,” I answered with a shrug. After breakfast, I washed her down, then literally tied her down to the bed. The entire time, she cussed my ass out, and my dick stayed hard. “She will be free in a few days.”

“You sure about that?” she asked, and I nodded. “Have her call me so we can do a walk-through before she opens.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said. We chopped it up for a few more minutes before I let her and Yuri return to work.

Instead of returning to my office, I went to Hood’s office to check in with him.

“What’s good, my guy?” I greeted him as I knocked on his open office door. Even though this was technically my building, I still respected that this was his office, and he didn’t like visitors in his private space.

“Shit,” he said, laughing as he waved me in. He stepped around his desk as I approached him, and we exchanged a brotherly hug. “What brings you down to this part of the arena?”

“Nigga, you mean down the hall?” I laughed and sat in the chair across from his desk. “Because last time I checked, my office is on this floor, too.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” he replied as he ran his hand over his head. “What’s up, though?”

“Shit, just came to check on you, see how your vacation was and shit like that,” I said, shrugging.

A big ass smile spread across Hood’s face, and I knew the answer to all my questions. My boy had enjoyed his time with his woman and family. “It was dope. Me and Point Guard got closer. She built a relationship with my folks. We came back solid as shit.”

“That’s what I love to hear,” I said, nodding. “Speaking of your people, how is your mama?”

“She’s strong,” he answered, and his smile dropped. Hood’s mama had an on-again-off-again fight with cancer. She’d recently told him she was no longer willing to fight and was ready to let life happen. It had broken him, hell, us too, because we looked at Ms. Arlene as a mother.

“We are going to see her this week,” I said, and he nodded. “Just know yo ass ain’t invited, either.”

“Nigga, that’s my mama,” he laughed. “How the fuck you gonna tell me I ain't invited to my own mama's house.”

“Just like I did,” I replied with a shrug. “You already know how the squad feels about Ms. Arlene. You had her for a week; let us get a day in.”

“I had to share her with Pops and Point Guard’s spoiled ass.”

“And that’s our fault, how?” I questioned. “Listen, Hood, you are my boy, but your mama is my people. Let us chill with her; you can have her back afterward.”

“Man, alright,” he agreed. “What day y’all going over there?”

“Tomorrow,” I said, standing. “I already talked to the fellas, and they are good with going. You just stay the fuck away.”

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