Jamie || BWWM

Obsessed | 23

"I love you," he whispers in my ear.

I don't say anything but smile. It took him two years and for me to leave for him to realize he loved me. I'm gonna tease him for a while until I feel like telling him.

"Jamie,"

"Hmm,"

"I love me too," I giggle. He groans and rolled his eyes.

"Jamie," I called his name again. "I never knew you were black, you look nothing like your momma."

"That's because I'm not. She's not my biological mom but the mother who took care of me after my real momma passed when I was three. She always treated me and my older brother, Elliott, like we are her own." He explains.

I don't say anything because I can't help but feel jealous. I wish I had a loving mother. It's been 3 years since she left. It would be nice knowing if she's doing well and clean. I know this might sound crazy but I miss her and still have love for her even though all she did was brought sadness and pain in my life.

"Viya, you should get some rest it's late," Jamie says trying to get up but I catch hold of his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room," he says like its obvious.

"What you mean to yo room, this is your room. We should be sharing rooms. I thought we suppose to be together. Couples share rooms!" I whine. I don't understand this shit, he never wants to sleep in the same room. 'If I snore why doesn't he tell me, ahhhh!' I mentally yell.

"Viya, why are you crying?" He cups my face and whips my tears away. I didn't even notice I was.

"I don't even know. I have been very emotional today." I wrap my arms and legs around him for he wants to leave. I don't want to be alone.

"Babygirl, you remember one of the things you told me when I took you to my house for the first time."

"Jamie, that's so far back. I don't remember,"

He sighs. "You told me you were scared of the dark and you leave the lights on all night."

I sigh, "Whatever, but before you leave can you give me my bonnet out of my hair bag." I say pointed towards my bag across the room.

He gets my bonnet and puts it on my head. "Why do you even need the bonnet, your hair is already fucked up," he smirked and I chuckled. He then pecks me on the lips before leaving the room.

~Next Morning~

I woke up to my phone buzzing off the hook. I groan while grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I turn it on but close my eyes immediately cause of how bright it was. I turn my brightness down.

I had 52 miss calls and 101 messages from my boss, Mr. Gates. What is wrong with him? He is so obsessed. 'Why you so obsessed with me boy, I wanna know' like what Mariah Carey said.

I call him and see what he got to say that's so important.

"What?"

"Don't what me, BITCH!"

"Huh," I say confused as fuck. Is this the same man, Jason Gates?

"I have been trying to get in touch with you since the day you left that dinner party."

"Yeah, I've been busy."

"Yeah, sure you been busy with Jamie. Why the fuck are you even with him? If I know you were gonna do some shit like this I would've never introduced you to him. You are such a slut. All you do is fuck with rich men for the money, gold-digging ass whore-"

"Stop sa-" I try cutting him off.

"No bitch, I ain't finish. You know I'm so happy I didn't waste my time playing with you. I just wanted to fuck you cause I heard you were an easy, fake ass rich girl you know you belong to the streets."

"Are you done?"

"No, I'm not. I bet you don't even know the real side of Jamie, he not some regular white rich man like you think he is."

"W-what are talking about?" I ask.

"Are you sure you want to know because once you know he's not gonna let you go alive?"

"TELL ME!" I yell.

"Lower your fucking voice bitch!" I hear him take a deep breath through the phone and so do I. I honestly don't know why I haven't hanged up yet but I really want to know what he knows about Jamie that I don't.

"That man is the boss of the most dangerous and powerful mafia gang in Italy. He murdered millions of people, traffic drugs, money laundering, and brokering and enforcing illegal agreements and transactions-"

I finally hanged up the phone and threw it on the nightstand. I began to bawl my eyes out. How could he say those hateful words, he was so nice to me when I was working with him.

And the things he said about Jamie. Were they true? I should ask him but if I ask him and it's not true, I would look stupid.

I mean, I wouldn't be upset if he is, nor leave him. I'll just be shocked- I mean jaw-dropped type shocked. I did always wonder why he was always striped and why he had men follow him around all the time. He even had guns in random places in his house, I just never questioned it.

I look over at the time, 7:51 am. I need to get ready for breakfast. I suppose to be meeting Jamie's father and brother today at breakfast.

I get up and walk to the bathroom. I began to wipe my tears away. I need to get myself together. I shouldn't be crying, he only says those things because I didn't want to be with him.

I look in the mirror. I look a mess, my eyes were puffy, and had bags under them. My lips are crusty, and my braids need to be taken out. I look so hit right now, I can't have Jamie seeing me like this.

Thank you for the 10.5k reads!!!!! And I'm sorry it's been a while but for some reason, this summer wasn't the best and I hate the school I'm going to this year and it's my 11th year, pray for me.

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