Page 33 of Absolute Fulfillment
“Girl, watch your fucking mouth before I come across this desk and beat your ass.” A threat I had no problem making good of slid from my lips fast.
His grip tightened. “What the fuck you barging into my office for?”
“I came in here to talk to you, but I see you fucking with the help. That’s why you been acting funny with me?”
I saw myself slap her a million ways to Sunday, but he didn’t loosen his grip and I didn’t move. I was in therapy once a monthand doing good. I was trying my hardest to keep my temper and actions under wraps. Had this been about a year ago, I would’ve walked this hoe, like when I said walked, I meant hair wrapped around my hand walking her to the door.
“Rennix,” I said in a warning tone. Part of my therapy was knowing my triggers and being aware of the things that set me off.
He lifted his head and looked at me and I threw my head in her direction.
He shook his head. “Nah, baby, she ’bouta be outta work. I can’t have her suing because I let my lady beat her ass. Though I would like to see if your little ass can fight for real.” Laughter flowed from his lips.
I didn’t mean to chuckle, but I did.
“Out of work? What did I do? I ju—” She spoke in this fake ass valley girl accent. Not only had that shit irked me at the shop the other day, but it irked me even more now.
“You keep barging your stupid ass in here like you don’t get it. It was cool, you sucked my dick a few times. For real, I appreciate that, but I meant what I said. Now gon’ ahead on before I really fire your ass in here.”
She gave us one last hateful stare before she stormed off, but in my experiences with chicks like her, they didn’t let things like this go because they believed in scrapping for a man. Me on the other hand, I scrapped for my respect. So hopefully ol’ girl was on her Ps and Qs when she saw me again. Because if she tried me, I was clocking her shit.
He kissed my open hand without a care in the world before pulling me around to his lap. “She’s gone and that shit is over. Come back into the room.”
I hadn’t even realized my mind left until he said something. I blinked a few times, fully reentering the room with him.
“Lil angry ass,” he muttered, pushing his face into my neck.
“Don’t call me angry and give me a reason to be such.”
He laughed. “I got you. Shit, if I ever call you crazy, best believe I’ma be the one driving you there at the end of the day. Then, in the event I’m not driving, I’m riding shotgun and nothing about that is changing.”
I didn’t understand his metaphor but I nodded. I felt like he was assuring me so I didn’t put up any fuss. Instead, I got back to the task at hand.
“So what are you going to do with this footage?”
“Have the security company forward over the rest of the footage for the last few days. Then I’ll watch to see who deliberately fucked up this camera.” He pointed.
“So you think whoever destroyed the camera is the person who tried to rob the club?”
He nodded. “Yup, because Boe said when she came out of the kitchen there were masked men. They all ran out the back door, the same door of the broken camera. Why would four masked fools roll up in here on a random night? It wasn’t random at all, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it.” His hands encased my hips and he began to massage them the moment his sentence trailed off.
“Aren’t you mad?” I questioned, feeling the hard mass beneath while he controlled the motion of my hips in his lap.
“Very, but I learned at a young age that walking around huffing and puffing ain’t gonna do shit for me. Everything happens in its own time. The motherfucker who did this will be dealt with in due time.”
I nodded, understanding his logic and extremely cool demeanor. “Then in that case, are we headed out before you get something started you can’t finish in here?”
“Why can’t I finish it in here?” I heard the smile in his tone.
“Because I know you’ve had plenty of finishes in here, so you won’t be finishing a damn thing with me in here.”
He chuckled loudly. “Damn that’s cold.”
“Real cold, now I’m about to go back over here and sit down while you wrap up your business, sir.”
He laughed and held on to my waist tighter. “Remember you said that when I get you home.” Then he leaned forward and kissed me again before releasing me.
I found my way over to the white couch and took a seat. We were there for another two hours before he cut his computer off and told me to come on. When we finally made it to my house, my baby was asleep with my sister in the suite style guest area she claimed as her own when I first moved here.
