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32: Tiesha And The Relationship Decision

By Friday, Tiesha had gotten the hang of her new job.

The long hours, the pace, the subtle rules that weren’t written down anywhere—she was starting to figure them out.

Even the fourth room on the VIP floor, the one Ky’Mon had mysteriously refused to tell her about, wasn’t a mystery anymore.

It turned out to be just a conference room. Nothing special.

Her days had fallen into a rhythm. She was always following Ky’Mon around—if she wasn’t shadowing him, she was in her office buried in work.

Ky’Mon didn’t take it easy on her, either. Every morning, he dropped her off at the front of the building like she was any other employee and sent her to fetch his coffee before she even walked inside.

Back at the mansion, it was different. In that space, he treated her like a wife—though Tiesha knew she had no one to blame for that but herself.

Sometimes she woke up early and cooked him breakfast, and she always made dinner.

She told herself it was just habit, something she was used to doing for Lowe, but the way Ky’Mon looked at her made it feel like it meant more to him.

There was something else too—he stared at her body a lot. Not just quick glances, but long, deliberate looks, like he was inspecting her for something only he knew about.

When she asked him once, he brushed it off with a simple “nothing,” and she left it alone.

That Friday afternoon was no exception. She’d just finished a phone call and made her way to Ky’Mon’s office to update him.

“Come in,” his voice rumbled through the door, and she stepped inside slowly.

His gaze swept over her body before he finally spoke. “Yes?”

“Uh—this is the file the lawyer sent,” Tiesha said, sliding the folder toward him. “It sums up the evidence we need to win the case. And about Mr. Lee’s land—he just called me. Still refusing to sell.”

Ky’Mon touched his beard, his eyes still on her. “And?”

“I drafted a letter to try convincing him. Laid out the advantages he’d get.”

“Have you sent it?”

“No. But I emailed it to you for corrections.”

He nodded and pulled up his email. The frown that settled on his face was sharp. “Come here.”

She stepped closer, leaning over his desk.

“Look at this,” he said.

Her eyes scanned the screen. “Ten percent?”

“Yes.”

“That’s too much,” Ky’Mon said flatly. “We ain’t giving him that.” He turned his chair to face her directly, sitting upright.

“But if we buy it, we’ll make more,” she pointed out. “He doesn’t even know there’s oil on that land.”

His gaze dropped to her legs, lingering there before his hand slid up to her thigh. “Continue,” he murmured.

“And if we sell to the governm—” She broke off as his fingers trailed higher, rubbing her through her underwear.

“Nah. I ain’t selling shit to them. That’s black market right there.” With one smooth motion, he pushed her underwear aside and touched her directly.

“That’s greediness,” she whispered.

“Nah, it’s a game.” His finger slid inside her, and Tiesha gripped the edge of his desk.