𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

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𝙼𝙴𝙷𝙺𝙸 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽
𝟷:𝟸𝟹 𝙿𝙼
𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷
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As much as I wanted to leave and not have to
deal with her again, I wanted to see her squirm.

I needed something to tell me I shouldn't give up pursuing her.

"Why you being mean to me," I knew it sounded childish but I wanted to know.

"You ain't hear what I said," she asked, looking at me crazy.

I stood up and leaned onto the desk she sat behind and I saw it. I saw her squirm and the satisfaction I felt couldn't be matched.

"Why I can't have a spot, why we can't win together mama," I cooed.

She kept a poker face but I saw her thighs clench.

She must like that name, noted.

"You not good for business, I hate to repeat myself," she said softer than I'd heard her speak.

"I can be taught," I said just loud enough for her to hear.

I made my way around the desk as she followed my movements with her eyes.

Her poker face was starting to falter, it looked now like she wanted to whine but wouldn't allow herself to.

She swiveled in her chair and faced me.

I leaned onto one of the chair's arms with my left hand and let my right find her thighs, separating them.

"Mama, why we can't do it together, I think I'd like this team," I said drawing her attention away from my hand.

Now she looked into my eyes, she looked confused. Like she was having some type of debate in her head.

Her breathing picked up as my index finger now grazed the inside of her thigh, moving higher than it had been before.

I could almost feel her throbbing.

"Don't play wit' me Mehki," she said breaking eye contact to look down at my hand again.

"I'm not, Ion really like games. You do though.. Zee why you sit next to that nigga the other day? Why you ain't sit by me?"

"I don't know," she said quietly before holding her breath when my hand finally reached her box.

I was right, she was throbbing. It felt good against my fingers.

She grabbed my wrist softly biting her lip as I set my fingers into a light circular motion, at that moment I didn't think she could get any prettier.

I also made note of how tight these shorts are and how I didn't feel any underwear. I was more than tempted to dip my fingers into them, but for now I just wanted to be a tease.

I dipped my head into her neck before applying a soft kiss at the base of her ear, and then another, applying more pressure to her box.

This time she did whine, it was the prettiest sound I'd heard come from a female.

I removed myself from her space before I fucked her on her daddys desk. I was disrespectful but he deserved at least that much from me.

She let out the breath I'm not sure even she knew she was holding, crossing her legs.

"When you find out tell me, and be smart. I'll kill that nigga."

I adjusted my sweats making my way out the office and downstairs to make sure everybody had what they needed before I left.

That girl wasn't no good for me, I wanted her though.

| 𝙾𝙼𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃 |

The confusion the girl felt was painted onto her face, the boys mood swings were too much for her.

The more sadistic parts of her wanted to hear him scream and see him writhe in pain. The thought made her sigh in anticipated satisfaction, she needed something to be an outlet.. or someone for the matter.

Just as she was coming back to the current, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Zareli spoke sitting up straighter, closing her legs.

It was the boy from the other day. The one who, in her mind, she'd had a staring contest with.

"Khi said give the bags to you," he said in a voice deep enough to rattle Zareli's insides.

Everything about him screamed head of operation, so for him to be a worker confused Zee.

Ignoring the feeling Zareli spoke.

"..What I'm gon do wit' em?"

"He usually give em to whoever do the drops," the man shrugged.

"I don't want that shit, I'm not making no fuckin' drops. He such a goofy."

The man stood in the doorway waiting to be told his next move.

"You can sit down..." Zee looked at the man waiting for his name.

"Lucian."

"Lucian."

He liked the way she said his name, he knew it wasn't supposed to be seductive but everything the girl did was beautiful.

He moved his neat shoulder length dreads away from his face, he'd recently been thinking about dying them to contrast with his dark skin.

He was big, just about 6'4. His tattoos made him easier to pick out of a crowd.

They were all along his arms, neck, and hands. Zareli was sure they covered his chest too.

Zee picked up her phone and dialed Mehki's number.

"You have reached the voicemail box of 312 *** ****, " the phone spoke.

The girl sighed already wanting to go home.

"Who usually do drops," she turned her attention to the man, though it felt like it'd never left him.

"Johnson and Casey with whoever else," the man, shrugged pretending not to know.

Zareli could tell it wasn't the full truth but decided to leave it alone, maybe he truly didn't remember.

"They left already?"

"Nah, they down stairs waiting for a move."

"Give the bags to them and have em run they usual routes."

The girl stood and grabbed her glock, putting it in the back of her nike pro shorts that had caught Lucians attention.

She put the rest of her things in her jacket pocket, Lucian sat there simply admiring the girl and the power you might as well be able to smell coming off of her.

He was positive she was used to give orders and Mehki fucking wit' her didn't hinder a thing.

He stood and walked towards the door holding it open for the girl, he softly bit his lip when his eyes met the hers.

"Thank you," she said softly before picking her head up, and reflexively squaring her shoulders.

It made her look confident beyond means, it added to the power she already exuded.

It made Lucian's dick hard.

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yall missed me?

(lou- sh - in)
is how the boys name is pronounced

what pov yall like more?