Thug Matrimony (8 page)

“Hey, guys.” Dashae came over. She was their personal assistant. “Can I get you guys anything?” Dashae was almost six feet, dark as coal, smooth skin, and bright white teeth. Every day her locks were styled different. But today they hung past her shoulders.

“No, we’re all right for now,” Kaylin responded as he continued looking over Angel’s shoulder as she separated the messages, making a pile for him, one for her, and putting the most urgent ones on top. Then there were those that he told her to arrange for a teleconference.

Bobbi was busy handling the switchboard as they finally walked away. Kaylin was still holding on tight to Angel’s waist. He fished out his keys and unlocked his office door. As soon as they stepped inside he shut it and locked it.

“Kaylin, don’t do this to me. You’re not fuckin’ with me no more like this, remember?”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He was licking her neck, easing his hand down her skirt. “I miss you … I miss us,” he whispered and gently rubbed her clit, causing her to surrender.

Back atop his chest, he began rubbing her stomach and planting firm but tender kisses on her neck.

Angel let out a moan. Something she had not done since that day … the wedding day. But now his lips had her feeling and getting caught up in the moment, melting in his arms.

“I love you, Red,” he mumbled as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

His scent overtook her. The office smelled just like him. Where her color scheme was black and burgundy, his was black and forest green. Her knees got weak and that meant that it was time for her to go.

She wiggled out of his embrace when she heard him lock the door. “Why am I in here? Why are you locking the door?” she snapped.

Kaylin said, “I want to talk.”

“Whatever, nigga. I bet you do.”

Kaylin knew he was busted as he watched her hurry toward the door.

“Hold up.” He grabbed her around the waist. With her back in his chest, he began….

She tossed the lunch container and purse onto the sofa, barely missing. The messages rained all over the floor.

Easing her bra over her nipple, he began playing with it, rolling it between his thumb and middle finger, just the way she liked it. Hearing the way she was moaning brought a sly grin to his face, letting him know that he was on point.
Got her!
Sliding his hand up her thigh, he used his knee to spread her legs while he began rubbing her pussy through her wet panties.

“Baby,” she cooed as she wiggled her ass against his hard dick while grinding against his hand. He slipped two fingers inside her panties and began massaging her clit. The shit he was doing to her made her pussy so wet, her entire body began to jerk. And the harder he pressed her clit, the louder she squealed, telling him the better it felt.

“Does this pussy still want Daddy?” he breathed in her ear, as she was on the verge of cumming.

She couldn’t speak.

“Whose is it?”

“It’s … all yours, Papi.” She grunted y-yes as her juices squirted all over his hands.

As she caught her breath Kaylin took this opportunity to ease off her blouse and toss it onto the couch. He pushed a stack of papers over on his desk, picked her up, and sat her on top, sliding off her panties at the same time. He unzipped his zipper and she slid his pants and boxers down. He unsnapped her bra, and before he could get the straps over her shoulders good, he was sucking and biting on her nipples.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Angel moaned as she gently pushed him back, squeezing and massaging his throbbing dick with both hands. She slid closer to the edge of the desk and roughly grabbed his ass and began with both hands.

“Damn, baby,” he grunted. “That’s the shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Ssss-shit.”

“This is my dick.” Angel squeezed harder. It was now her turn to take control.

“This dick … ssss … fuck, baby … just like that.”

“It’s Mami’s, right, Papi?”

“D-damn … right.” he stuttered as she gently massaged his nuts.

“Nigga, act like it.” She released her magic grip, leaned back, and propped one of her stilettos up on the desk. She pulled his
dick to her pussy and began rubbing the head up and down her hot, juicy pussy, teasing them both.

Kaylin was enjoying the view of seeing his big long dick being handled between her small French-manicured fingers.

“Ok-kay. This … feels soooooo damn good. Oh … yes!” she screamed as her body spazzed. She kept the dick on her clit, riding her orgasm higher and higher.

“Miss Angel, Dell Gindhart from Puma is on line four for you,” Bobbi’s voice belted out over the intercom.

“Fuck!” Kaylin spat.

“Oh, shit!” Angel gasped and shook as she tried to catch her breath. She had a smirk on her face as she gently pushed Kaylin back and slid down off the desk.
Two for me, zero for him. Now who’s on point?
He was standing there with a rock-hard dick in his hands. She clumsily fastened her bra and snatched her shirt up off the couch. She wobbled over to Kaylin’s desk to press the speakerphone button. Her knees were still weak from the two toe-curling, much-needed orgasms she had.

“Dell, hi, how are you? I have Mr. Santos here with me.” Angel began fixing her clothes.

“Dell, what’s good?” He rolled his eyes up in his head, wanting to tell his ass to call back after he busted his nut.

“Hey, guys, we just FedExed over some paperwork for New Day. Look it over and get back with me. It should be satisfactory to you guys, but either way talk to us. We really want to do business with your company and not just New Day. My people are liking your vision, Mr. Santos.”

“Is that a good thing?” Kaylin joked, his eyes never leaving Angel. He was pissed that he had to put his dick away.

“You bet it is. Like I said, just have Ms. Smith look it over and we’ll take it from there. Talk to you soon.”

Angel disconnected the call and hit the front desk button.

“Yes, Miss Angel?”

“Bobbi, as soon as a FedEx from Puma arrives let me know. If
I’m not here let Mr. Santos know.” Angel disconnected Bobbi, pumped her fist in the air, and squealed, “Y-y-yes!”

“Good job, baby.” Kaylin had to give her her props. “Do you know what it means to have such a big company endorse a small label and a new artist? It’s unheard of in this business. You are doing your thang and we’re just getting started,” he said in admiration.

Angel’s heart was beating a mile a minute. If the contracts were to her specifications, that would be their first joint venture, possibly worth millions and the opening to many more deals. She planned on putting Puma back on the map and New Day on it. “I’ma bad bitch!”

“Yes, you are. And I’m the shit for having you on my team,” he said as he grabbed her hands, pulling her close and massaging her ass. She was still trying to talk or rather celebrate as he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deep and long. Coming up for air, he whispered, “Let’s finish where we left off.”

“You want some of this phat, juicy, pregnant pussy, don’t you?” she teased.

“Baby, you know there’s nothing I want more, right now.”

“You’re going to keep on wanting it as long as I don’t have my wedding ring.” She pushed him away.

“Red.” He looked as if he was just kicked in the nuts.

“Red, nothing.”

“So, you just gonna let a nigga get blue balls?”

She laughed. “I ain’t fuckin’ with you like that, nigga. Shit, I’m horny too. but the issues that we didn’t know we had, we need to tackle them and dead them muthafuckas. And I don’t know why the fuck you thinking with your dick. Us fucking is not going to address our issues.”

“I know, baby, but I don’t even know where to began to make shit right between us. I know I fucked up.”

“Yes, you did, nigga, but we don’t have time to deal with that now. We have to meet with those artists in approximately forty-five minutes. And I need to freshen up.”

“Damn, Red, that’s fucked up. You can’t just forgive a nigga?” He grabbed her.

“Umh. Maybe, I’ll think about it. Matter of fact, hold that thought. We got a lot to work through.” She broke free, grabbed her panties and the rest of her belongings, and headed for her own office.

I
t was Friday at the offices of Game Over Records and Kaylin just walked into Angel’s office and took a seat on the couch. She was going over a contract for two new Reggaeton artists, Papi Chulo and Suavecito Rico. She also had a phone glued to her left ear and their accountant, Tim Cohen, was standing next to her desk waiting patiently to get some signatures from her.

Her office was a little bigger than Kaylin’s. She had a walk-in closet and a shower in the bathroom. The color scheme was gold and black and smelled like coconuts.

Kaylin leaned his head back and rested his eyes. MTV2 was muted on the large plasma flat screen while Wendy Williams, the HOT97 radio diva, gossip queen blazed in the background.

Dashae, the personal assistant, stuck her head inside the door. “Miss Angel, can I get you anything?”

Angel shook her head no as she swiveled around, turning her back to everyone, while still talking on the phone.

“Yeah. You can get her one of those pineapple smoothies that she likes and a Subway grilled chicken on wheat, mustard, lettuce, and tomatoes,” Kaylin interjected.

“Got chu.” Dashae left.

Angel swiveled back around and shot an evil glare at Kaylin.

He laid his head back and closed his eyes again.

When Angel ended her call, she took the checks from Tim Cohen, looked them over along with the attachments, before signing them. She then gave him a pen and the folder back for Kaylin. Tim went over to him, who double-checked them before adding his signature and passing the folder back to Tim. He left as quietly as he entered, shutting the door behind him.

“I ate already, Kaylin. Why did you order all of that food?” Angel snapped after she ended another call.

“What? You ate a muffin and a boiled egg. That is not a meal.”

“Kaylin, I also had a quart of milk, a glass of carrot juice, and a Caesar salad!”

“Yo, just feed the baby, aiight? You are eating for two, remember?”

“No. You heard the doctor say that I didn’t have to eat for two, Kaylin. That’s your rule. Anyways, we have this same conversation almost every day. I’m not going to starve our baby.”

“You damned right you ain’t.”

“Whatever, Kaylin, what’s eating you today? You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Other than me not getting any pussy?”

“Yeah, other than that,” Angel shot back with a laugh.

“That cat Lil’E. I want him. This cat is a beast and lethal as fuck with his tongue. He’s been poppin’ up on mix tapes that he’s puttin’ out himself.

“He’s also been calling into radio stations freestylin’ and shit, battling niggas and tearing them a new asshole. I want him on Game Over. And from what I hear he’s not even signed yet.”

“Well, what’s stopping us?” Angel needed to know.

Kaylin chuckled. “I can’t find him, neither can anyone else. No one knows what he looks like. It seems like he’s hiding on purpose just to fuck with people and shit. I guess to make his worth go up.”

“Well, it’s obviously working. Look at you drooling at the mouth.”

“Shit, turn up the radio, that’s him now.”

Angel turned it up as Bobbi barged in, “Boss man, Lil’ E is on the radio.”

Kaylin gave her the thumbs-up as they listened to Lil’E spit a bar and hang up. Kaylin couldn’t believe the stations were allowing him to get through whenever he wanted.

“Oh, snap!” was all Angel could say when Lil’E finished. “Damn, baby. I see why you ready to send the posse out for him.” Angel thought about what she just said. “Why won’t you do that? If you want him that bad put somebody on him.”

Kaylin sat there mulling her logic over for a few minutes. “I guess we could, huh?”

“I got you.” Angel pressed the intercom button. “Bobbi, get Davina Ross of Ross, Ross and Davis on the line for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bobbi answered.

“So, what do you think about Papi Chulo and Suavecito Rico being our first Reggaeton artists?” Kaylin wanted to know.

“Papi Chulo, I’m feelin’. Suavecito Rico, no!”

“What do you wanna do?”

“Scrap Suavecito Rico. I don’t even like the name.”

“What about their quote unquote package deal?”

“What about it? We still got three days to counteroffer or cancel. And I can tell that Papi Chulo will tell his agent to fuck off before he lets your offer pass him by. The cat is hungry.”

“Aiight, then. If that’s the move, handle it.”

Bobbi stuck her head in Angel’s door. “Miss Angel, Davina Ross said that she can squeeze you in today at three in her office or she can be over here tomorrow at eleven.”

Angel looked at Kay and read his facial expression. “We’ll be there at three.”

For the next fifteen minutes they kicked it back and forth about what they were going to do with Papi Chulo, New Day, and the possibility of purchasing a record label in Canada and how Puma would fit in.

Dashae knocked on the door. “Come in,” Angel said.

Dashae set the smoothie and Subway sandwich on the table. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you,” Angel replied.

“What about you, Mr. Santos?”

“I’m straight, but tell Bobbi we’ll be leaving at two thirty and I need tomorrow’s meeting schedule on my desk before then.”

“Baby, I’m coming back here after our meeting with Davina, so I’ll get that for you. Thanks, Dashae.” After Dashae closed the door Angel continued. “I’ll be here until seven.”

“What do you have to do tonight? And come eat your food.” He stood up and went over to the table. He sipped her pineapple smoothie and set her grilled sandwich on the paper plate before pulling out a chair for her.

She rolled her eyes and reluctantly got up from behind her desk.

“What needs to be done tonight?” he asked again, motioning for her to sit down as he sliced her sandwich in half.

“Double over Papi’s contract, let the manager know that Suavecito is a no go, look over the financials of the Canada acquisition … and I think that’s it. It’s only two hours, Kaylin.”

“What about the budget for New Day’s video shoot?”