He went over to the sitting area that he had in his office, and while he did that, I went over to the restroom that was in here, so that I could wash my hands. Five seconds into me standing at the sink, washing my hands, he joined me. There was no kind of personal space going on. He removed the suit jacket that he was wearing, got as close to me as he possibly could, and he wrapped his large hands around my waist, while burying his head into the crook of my neck.
“Who helped you out? How you know I been wanting pastries?” he asked, making me chuckle.
“Nobody. I took a wild guess,” I lied. He kissed my neck, and then he looked at us in the mirror.
“What usually happens when I start craving something sweet?” he asked, and my heart went down to my ass. My entire body froze up because I knew now the correlation of him craving something sweet, and what that usually meant was taking place with my body.
“I don’t know,” I lied again, not even wanting to say it. He laughed, took a hand off my waist, and he slapped me on my ass.
“Yeah, okay. Remember I told you about winning silly prizes. We’ll see soon if you won one,” was all he said. I didn’t respond.
I moved out of the way, so that he could wash his hands. I stood off to the side, watching him as he washed his hands. I don’t know if I was just under some kind of spell these days, but even something as simple as him washing his hands was turning me on. I knew that I needed to get the hell away from him before I hiked this dress up, allowed him to toss my ass on this counter, and have his way with me. I wasn’t working with that much time because I had meetings of my own back at the office in a couple of hours.
I walked out of the restroom, and I went back out to the office, going over where the food was. Law eventually joined me, and he sat down, pulling at my hips, so that I could sit on him. I had his food in my hands, unwrapping the burger for him, and pulling his fries out of the bag. Once I had that ready, I passed it to him.
“Thank you, mami. What? You heard my stomach rumbling or something?” he asked me, causing me to smile.
“Law, I’m groveling,” I told him.
“Ay, let me tell you about your snitching ass son. You always be ready to have that lil nigga back, but let me tell you how he be throwing your ass under the bus. Creed hit me yesterday morning. You know how you left out of your house late at night two nights ago to come get some dick, right? Creed hit me yesterday, telling me that he think you got a boyfriend because of the time you left the crib, and the time you got back home. His ass trying to get back in my good graces that he’s willing to throw his own fuckin mama under the bus. He be making you out to be his favorite person in the world. Look how your boy ratted you out to me,” Sevyn said, and I laughed, while leaning over, so that I could grab my chicken sandwich that I had in the bag.
“When I got back home, which was two in the morning, he came downstairs. He started questioning me, asking me where I was, and who I was with. When I wouldn’t tell him, hethreatened to tell you. You told them that they’re the men of the house while you’re not there, and that’s got Creed thinking that he’s my damn man. I love him to death, but he’s overbearing as hell,” I shared, putting a napkin in my lap, and I unfolded the wrapper, so that I could open the chicken sandwich.
“He doing what he supposed to be doing, that’s all,” Law said.
I was sitting sideways in his lap, and I had my legs crossed. I had the perfect view of him. The way he was stuffing fries in his mouth, mixed with holding the burger in the other hand, was so attractive to me. Law had a big appetite, and even though it used to be one of those things that I would always complain about because I always had to keep his ass well fed, it was still one of the many things that I loved about him. The way he chewed his food down was sexy as hell to me. I really was trying to make it where I didn’t jump on his ass because it was too many people that worked for him outside of these doors, strolling the halls, or in their offices. We’ve had sex in his office plenty times before in the past, and my ass would always be ashamed to walk out, thinking that everyone heard me.
I went ahead, and cleared my throat, so that I could talk about something with him, and stop lusting over him.
“I’m going to fly to D.R. Sunday morning with Shai so that we can see our dad. His girlfriend called me earlier. She said that he got into it with some men at work, and they jumped him. He’s walking around with bruises, and broken ribs, and he won’t take his ass to the hospital. She called me, telling me this, and I called him to see how he was doing, and during us talking, he was struggling to breathe, and he started coughing up a storm. She called an ambulance for him, and while she was doing that, his breathing got much better. She’s supposed to call me back soon to let me know what’s going on. His ass is so fuckin stubborn,” I shared with Law.
“Damn. What his ass did to get jumped at work though?” he asked me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m sure he was talking to somebody crazy. You know he doesn’t care what comes out of his mouth,” I told him, and he nodded his head, being able to agree with the things that I was saying.
“You gone be straight though? You need me to fly up there with ya’ll? We can drop the boys off to your mama,” he suggested.
“It’s okay. We can manage. We’re going to come right back,” I let him know.
Right after I said it, his work phone started ringing. He had it sitting right on the arm of the couch. He picked it up, and the name, ‘Alecia King’ flashed on his screen. I smiled, seeing her name. I knew Alecia personally. I met her a few years ago through Law. They were in the same business, owning their own law firms. She was well respected in Miami and well known too. People affiliated her being a miracle worker in the court room, just as Law was. I always said that I felt like she was the female version of Law. I’ve seen how both got down in the courtroom, and they both had the same dominance, no bullshit, and will play dirty if they needed to kind of mentality. It’s crazy because when people ask Law who it was that he looked up to in terms of law, he’ll always say that it was Alecia. She was a few years older than him, so she’s been in law longer than him, so back when he was just starting out with being an attorney, I remember he would sit in on her cases and learn from her. They had a great friendship. We were cool with her and her husband. Back then, the four of us used to double date, but we haven’t done so in a while.
“Answer it, or you want me to hit her back?” he asked, trying to be mindful of our little lunch date that we were having.
“You can answer it. For her to be calling, I’m sure it must be important,” I let him know, and he nodded, answered the phone, and placed it on speaker.
“Big lil sis, what’s good?” he answered, with a smile on his face.
“Sevyn, what’s up? I thought you had the RICO case with Reggie. What’s going on?” she responded, getting right to the point.
In her background, you could hear the wind blowing, as if she was standing outside. Hearing Reggie’s name and thinking about the conversation that I had with Law in the beginning of the week about the last meeting that he had with Reggie, and how it didn’t go well, and he ended up quitting, it put a bad taste in my mouth, suddenly, having me lose my appetite. I hated what I knew was going to come with Law dropping that case. So many people were going to be upset with him because all of Reggie’s fans were expecting Law to perform a miracle and get him out of this mess.
“I did have it. I had to drop that lil nigga in the beginning of the week. He the one that needed my help, but he started talking to me crazy, like the roles were reversed, and it was me that needed him. Imagine a nigga fighting a RICO case, and he got the nerve to be popping off at the mouth at me like that? I got too much shit on the line, you feel me? My name, my license, I’m putting all that shit on the line for somebody that can’t even trust me, let alone respect me. They got too much shit on him, and his boys. I was going to have to perform fuckin magic in that courtroom to get him off, but you know me, and you know I would have done it. What happened though? Why you asking about that?” Law asked her, sitting the sandwich down on the napkin, and he was tapped into this conversation, waiting for a reply from her.
“I’m leaving court. I had a big case this morning, and when I finally got hold of my phone, I saw that I had so many missed calls, voicemails, and text messages from his people. I haven’t responded back to anything yet. I called you first to see what was going on because I remember I saw on the news that you were taking on that case,” she replied.
“Ay, this me coming at you right now as a big brother. Don’t think that I’m coming at you right now as some hating ass nigga, and someone that has doubts because you know that another nigga or bitch not seeing you in the courtroom, and when it comes to defending a motha fucka, I know you gone get shit done. I say all that to say, sit this shit out, and don’t take that case. Alecia, it’s too many layers to that shit. Literally, the same day that I committed to that case, three niggas pulled up on me, threatening me to do my job, and bring Reggie home. I have the files on that case. It’s gang activity, it’s murders, it’s niggas in his troupe that were working with the feds, wearing wires. That’s just the shit that’s in my possession right now. Imagine the shit that I don’t know about yet. That shit will haunt me if you take that case, and something happen to you. On top of that, the feds want that nigga bad. They trying to bury him, and his whole crew,” Law spoke to her, and she was quiet the entire time, listening to him.
“I hear you,” was all she said. I laughed lowly because I knew Alecia. She was hardheaded just like me. She didn’t like to hear what she couldn’t do. Even with everything that Law just said to her, I knew that she was still going to try and take a chance and take the case.
