Nailah

James Bond

Saint Tai Banks 

POV

I just so happened to have one of my cars parked in the garage so now I was running a red light in my customised SF90 Stradale. I see my Naih in my car three cars up ahead. 

I manage to pass them so I'm right next to her. I roll down my windows when she stops at some red light, 'Park and get out of the car Naih, you're right I should've listened to you. I'm sorry.' I say trying to coax her out of the car

She looks at me before stepping on the pedal again.

'Fuck.'

She turns the corner and parks in front of my office before getting out and running into the building. I park and hand the keys to my valet. I go into the car and grab my denim jacket before running after her. I watch the numbers on my private lift as they slowly climb up and reach 64. My office used to be on the 24th floor but Naih told me her favourite number was 64 so I moved it up.

I got into the other lift and pressed 64 anxiously watching as the numbers increased. 

I've never seen her this frustrated and angry. I get out and walk towards my office, some of my employees stop and say good afternoon but I dismiss them. When I get there surprisingly Linda is sitting at her desk batting her eyes at me. 

I ignore her. And push open the doors to my office and close them behind me. I see Nailah sitting on my chair with her feet up. I stand in front of her pushing her feet unto the floor. 'Seriously Naih? I'm not fucking James Bond.' 

'I never asked you to come after me.' she says pressing on the intercom.

'Hey, Linda can you come into the office please? Now. Thanks.' She says before letting her finger up.

'Nailah, I don't give a fuck what you do don't make a scene in front of my employees.' I pull a blunt out of my drawer and stand in front of my floor to ceiling windows lighting it.

'I wouldn't have to make a scene if you just listened to me,'

'Okay,' I say as I hear the door open. I inhale and exhale not ready for the headache thats about to hit me.

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Nailah Fleur Amrani 

I put my feet up and smile at her as she walks in with one of her ridiculously short skirts. I pull out Saints phone and pull up her picture laying it on the desk. 

She clears her throat looking towards Saint.

'Sir?'

'He's not talking to you I am.'

'Sir do you need something?' she says ignoring me.

'She's talking to you answer her.' he says not even turning around.

She looks back at me but doesn't make eye contact.

'Why did you think it was appropriate to send that to your boss?'

'I thought he might appreciate it.'

'Appreciate what looking at your loose pussy?'

'No I thought he'd need help relieving himself because you don't seem to do much.' she scoffs.

'Naih, No hagas nada precipitado mi amor, piensa' says Gabe turning around.

(Don't do anything rash my love, think)

'Is that all you needed miss?' she says smiling at me like she's won.

'Wipe that smile of your face Linda, your fucking fired. Pack your shit and leave.' says Gabriel.

'What?! Why?!' 

'Don't ask dumb questions, get the fuck out.' 

She walks out clicking her heels. She turns when she gets to the door and speaks. 'At least I haven't been fucked by 20 different men.

When she says that I feel a pang in my chest then pure anger. I get out of the chair pouncing on her. I grab her blonde hair knocking her off her balance. I deliver a punch to her jaw and nose before i feel myself being lifted from on top of her. I feel her scratching my legs and I kick her face and stomach.  

There's about 3 different bodyguards in the room blocking the employes from coming in and 4 trying to separate me from her. I see a flash of her blonde her and I grab it, reaching around Lucas I punch her in her face about five times before I feel Gabe grabbing me and pulling me to a corner.

I take of my other shoe ready to throw it at her, 'Throw that shit I dare you.' he says looking into my eyes. I drop the shoe. Looking everywhere but him. I feel his hands on my boobs and when I look down he's stuffing my tit back into my jacket.

'Quit walking around without bras.'

'Whatever.'

'What was that?'

I say nothing trying to look over his shoulder to see her. She's being held up by the bodyguard and her face swelling in many place. Her nose is bleeding and there's a tooth on the floor. 'Fuck you bitch,' she spits.

'Ya mama,' I say sticking up my middle finger.

'He gone leave you anyway,' she screams as they wait for the employees to leave the floor so she can leave unseen.

'He ain't going nowheree, he know this pussy good' I say sticking out my tongue and licking his neck. Making sure his hands are on my ass.

'Fuck you, dumb ass bitch.' 

'You mad over a man you can't have cry bitch.' I say flipping her off.

'He's gonna leave you when he finds out you ran through anyway.'

I try and run out of the corner ready to injure her even futher but Gabriel grabs my arm pulling me to him.

'You're really testing my shit these days, stay the fuck where you are you've done enough.'

I open my mouth to say something but he stops me. 'Nailah I'm not fucking with you. Turn the fuck around.' 

I begrudgingly turn around and look out the window.

'Dumb ass, fat ass, bitch looking as nigger.' 

A silence hangs in the air while a debate my choices. However I don't have much time to think before a loud scream rings through the air. I turn around and Saint has shot her in the foot.

She has the most hilarious pained expression on her face.

-----a/n

short chapterr but I felt like I couldn't leave you guys hanginggg