I Need An Heir

"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me that shit before we started...ya'know!" She caught him rolling his neck in that way that always had her cackling internally.

"Fuckin?" Iris supplied while looking through the accounts and delivery logs on her computer.

"Yes!" Tommy raised his voice in a panic with his hands flinging out to the sides. "I don't know nothing about you. Hell, I don't even know your last name!

"It's Blackwater." Iris answered back nonchalantly from behind her large oak desk.

"That's actually kinda dope."

"Thank you." Iris said while giving him a brilliant smile before turning back to his work.

"You think you real cute, huh?" Tommy clicked his tongue while making his way around the desk.

"I don't think. I know I am." Iris stated playfully while returning her eyes to her computer, but Tommy wouldn't be ignored. He grabbed both arms of the chair and whipped her around to face him with a flick of his wrists; his arms caging her in and forcing her to crane her neck to look into his unamused gaze.

"That may be true," Tommy said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "But let's not discuss something we already know. You got my bun in the oven so that means I ain't going nowhere."

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"So, you been onto me since I got to the city, huh?" Iris looked down from the position atop his counter into the abyss of his usually brown eyes now turned black in the dimly lit kitchen.

"Well, when the underworld speaks you listen, but that's not what originally put you on my radar." Miguel's quiet voice was loud in the kitchen.

"Enlighten me, beau." The magnetism between them made Iris lean in and speak softly against his full lips. He licked his lips for moisture and to get a brief taste of her lips. The sigh she gave was worth his timed response.

"I've been clocking you since I saw you whining your hips to that Selena song at that restaurant, mami. I know what you need and now that you have it...I ain't going nowhere and neither are you."