Gianna's breath trembled. "That is fucked up, but this isn'tthat, Boss," she replied firmly. "I need you to understand that."
My eyes hardened. "Why? 'Cause of that nigga?" I retorted.
Gianna cut her eyes at me. "You have afuckingwife," she said sharply. "You don't get to question me about anything." She sat up, looking down at me.
I ignored that. "You love him?" I sat up as well.
Gianna rolled her eyes. "What did I just say?" She stared at me. "Don't question me about what I do outside of these walls. That's my real life.Heis myreal life. And you," she poked my chest with her nail, "are just a fucking job to do," she snapped. "And if you can't remember that shit, I'll have Madam wire your money back to you."
Her eyes were blazing. She was serious. About what she saidandabout him.
"Make a decision, Boss," she stated calmy. "Or I'll make it for you."
Under no other circumstances would I ordinarily let anyone else talk to me like that. But instead of crashing out…I found myself nodding slowly. That feeling of submissiveness that only she knew how to bring out coming out of me. "I'll be cool," I replied, breathing out my anger. "My bad. You right."
Gianna held my eyes. Satisfied, she nodded. "I don't want to have this discussion again, you understand me?"
Another nod. "Yeah."
Her brow rose slightly. "Yes what?"
My head dropped. "Yes, ma'am," I mumbled.
Reaching over, she cupped my chin and lifted my head to meet her eyes. "Good boy," she cooed.
And just like that…my dick was hard again.
I was down bad.
Chapter 30
Dribbling the ball, I stared down at Boogie.
He was doing what he did per usual—talking shit and trying to get in my head. He swore up and down that if he didn't major in pre-law he would've made it to the NBA. I had to remind his ass the reason he even chose law wasbecausehe wasn't making it to the leagues.
I saw an opening, hit him with a quick crossover, then blew past him for an easy lay-up.
"That's game, my boy," I checked the ball to him with a cocky smirk.
"Go to hell." He caught it easily—and just as quickly, launched it at my head.
Ducking with a laugh, I shook my head at him. "You always were a sore loser, frat."
"Fuck you and that weak ass crossover," he called out jogging over to grab the ball.
Heading over to the bleachers, I grabbed my water bottle, plopping down.
Boogie joined me a few seconds later. "So—" He took a swig from his water bottle, tapping my knee.
"So…what?" I turned my head to face him.
"Nigga you know what I wanna know," he smirked. "You been all quiet about you and Gianna for the last few weeks. Fuck is going on?"
I couldn't help the smile that dragged across my face. "We're good man. She's…amazing. Melo loves her. My family is growing to love her." My voice dipped lower. "I love her," I mumbled.
Boogie's eyes widened, bottle hallway to his mouth as he stared at me. "What was that?"
Exhaling I nodded slowly. "You heard me. I love her."
