Page 10 of He Snatched My Soul
“So, when we get to Jamaica, you gonna let a nigga take you out to dinner? You know, get to know each other since we are going to be working together.”
“Jamian, this trip is for business purposes only. Nothing else. I’m sure you are going to be too busy chasing some island chick to be thinking about me.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m trying to chase you, but you frontin’ and shit.” I grinned.
“Who said that this is a front? Now, can we finish up here? I have somewhere to be in an hour.”
“What? Are you rushing to go to see that cracker-looking nigga?” I was being petty. I was really feeling Modesty on some real shit. Not to the point of a relationship, but on some chill shit with a side of that fat pussy.
I knew she was about to say something slick. That was cut when Sasha came storming into my office like a raging bull with her nostrils flaring. She slammed her big-ass purse on my desk, knocking some folders on the floor. This bitch was tripping!
“So this the bitch you are fucking and sending dick videos to?” She slipped off her coat and began rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. “Stand up, bitch! I’m about to whip your ass for fucking my man.” Sasha went to run up on Modesty, but I stood just in time to snatch her ass up.
“Yo, what the fuck is doing, bruh? Chill!”
The whole time Modesty didn’t even flinch, and that shit had my dick bricking up. Baby girl wasn’t even fazed by Sasha’s outburst or her trying to get at her.
“No! Let me go, Bless! Stand up and fight me, bitch!”
Modesty removed her glasses but didn’t move from her seat and looked at Sasha.
“Listen, Tosha, or whatever your name is. Obviously, he ain’t your man if he’s sending random females three-minute videos of him naked and masturbating. Have some class, Booboo Kitty. Now, Jamian, I left everything that you need to go over. I’ll see you in the morning at the airstrip,” Modesty stated, grabbing her purse off the desk before leaving my office.
Now that shit had a nigga turned on. Even more so when she admitted to seeing my video. How did she know the shit was three minutes if she hadn’t? And the way she told Sasha’s delusional ass off with class had me intrigued and ready to putthis dick in her life. Shorty left me speechless. That’s until Sasha dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped my zipper, and pulled my dick out of my boxers.
“Oh, he's already hard for me, baby. He must have missed me just as much as I missed him.” Sasha purred as she stared up at me. Only if she knew my shit being hard as a missile didn’t have shit to do with her, but the fine-ass woman that just walked out.
“Shut up and suck this dick. Coming up here acting all crazy and shit.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. You know I get crazy when these bitches be all up in your face. You forgive me?”
Sasha took my dick deep in the back of her throat without gagging. I roughly gripped the back of her neck and pumped in and out of her mouth. I could feel her saliva leaking down my nuts. This is one of the main reasons I couldn’t let her ass go. This bitch turned into Superhead and a porn star whenever we fucked. Just as I visualized that it was Modesty who had taken this big-ass muthafucka down her throat, I released a big ass nut.
The next morning, I woke up and handled my hygiene. By the time I was done getting dressed, my ride was outside, ready to take me to the airstrip. After loading my luggage into the back of the black Suburban, we were on our way until the driver mentioned we had one more stop to make. When we pulled up in front of a tall high-rise in Melville Row, I was confused until I spotted Modesty and her nigga, strolling out the front entrance of the building, followed by a man dressed in a black suit. He was pulling two suitcases behind him while Modesty carried a Louis Vuitton duffle bag.
I bet my brother had something to do with this. I’m cool with it, though. As Tim, my driver, stepped out to assist Modesty with her bags, I watched her hug her dude. I noticed he only kissed her on the cheek and not the lips. If she was my girl and she were leaving me for two weeks, I’d be tonguing her ass down while squeezing that fat ass. Ben Jr. didn’t know how to handle thickums.
I hopped out and rounded the truck to where they were. We needed to roll. I had two blunts and a bottle of henny waiting for me on the jet.
“Here you go, sir. You could put this in the back.” This cracker dude handed me her duffel bag and a fifty-dollar bill. To be petty, I snatched the money and left him holding the bag.
“Nigga, do I look like the help to you? Put that shit in there yourself.” I turned my face to Modesty. “We need to bounce.”
“Baby, who is this?” Ol’ boy sized me up like we had beef.
“Oh, um… this is Jamian. He is my boss’s son and a software engineer. He will accompany me to set up the computers for the hotel and casino.”
“Don’t worry, Ben. I promise to take really good care of that pussy.” I smirked as I watched Modesty’s eyes buck.
“What did you say?” he asked, looking confused.
“I said… I’ll take care of that pu-.”
Modesty cut me off before I could finish. “Ryan! I’ll call you when I get to the hotel.” She quickly pecked him on the cheek and climbed into the back of the truck.
I chucked my chin at Ben as I rounded the truck, laughing at the mug he had on his face. The nigga was tight. He’s gon’ be more pissed when his bitch gets back with a loose pussy. I planned on beating that thang out of the frame every chance I got.
“You are so full of yourself,” she said when the driver pulled away from her building.
