Page 7 of His To Obey

“You know you can say no when mom calls right?” I looked over at my brother giving him the is you dumb face. He was sitting back in the rounded booth with his leg up on the seat. His eyes were low from the weed we smoked and I could tell he wasn’t gonna last much longer in this lounge. I sent a message to our driver before responding.

“You know damn well I won’t hear the end of it if I tell that woman no. She gonna cry to pops and he gonna get his old wheezing ass on my line going off about telling his precious wife no. Not some shit I wanna deal with my guy, so no.” I downed the rest of my drink before getting up to piss. Making my way to the bathroom I noticed little momma that was bout to start a damn friction fire in my jeans staring me down. She had her arms crossed and was mugging the shit out of me. I mouthed the words “grow up” to her before walking in the bathroom to relieve myself.

Clyde our driver was pulling up as soon as I made it back to the booth. Jah was texting on his phone when I got back. I let him know we was out, left a few hundred on the table for our waitress and dipped. I’ve only been back a week and I was already tired. I was gonna spend this weekend chillin before I had to go into my parents’ office on Monday.

I was actually looking forward to Monday. I was meeting the entire team and that included Blythe’s fine ass. I wasn’t into office relationships but for her I wouldn’t mind considering breaking the rules.

The next morning

I met a few homies from high school at the basketball court. They heard I was in town and wanted to link up. It’s been a minute since I’ve done anything but work so I said fuck it. After the weed and liquor last night I was moving sluggish as hell, but I told them I would come and I was a man of my word. I was running an hour behind, but I still made it just as they were getting started.

“Hell nah, y’all muthafuckas is cheating.” I could hear Chauncey’s loud ass mouth before I even made it through the door.

“Man, you still on the same bullshit from high school. You start losing and think somebody cheating.” I walked up and dropped my gym bag on the bleachers near the court. I smirked at my old crew, ain’t shit changed but the years I see.

“Aww shit. There he go. Pharaoh the God.” Chauncy, my closest friend, walked up slapping hands with me.

“Man, chill out. Don’t start that shit.” I shoved him back lightheartedly. We kept in touch and every time I talked to him, he brought up the same shit.

“Nah, don’t front now. You know you had that girl screaming that shit. Shit I was ready to call for help the way she was acting. You lucky you my boy or I would have called the pigs and had you arrested.” I ran my hands down my waves, somewhat annoyed. He stayed exaggerating what happened that night after prom.

The girl I was with told me to spice shit up so I tied her ass to the bed and did everything I have ever seen done in pornos. The shit was fun as hell watching her completely submit to me, but she was draggin with all the damn noises. Chauncy had the connecting room and swore I was killing her. That was furthest from the truth.

The next few weeks, my messages were flooded with bitches trying to get the same treatment she got. Including the bitch Chauncy took to prom. The summer was lit for my crew. Every female wanted to be everywhere we were, thinking they could get what she got that night. That shit kicked off my obsession with the Dom/Sub world.

“Any way! Let me beat y’all ass in this game real quick. I got shit to do.” I averted the conversation. I didn’t want to talk about the past or how I handle women now. That shit was my business, and friend or not I wasn’t telling details.

We hooped for two hours before I called it quits. Chauncey was pissing my boy Cedric off. He fouled his ass like fifteen times. Chauncey was my boy for sure, but his ass played too fuckin much.

“So, what up with y’all man?” I asked as we made our way to the bleachers to cool off.

“Not shit, heard you might be coming back to the city for good.”

“Who told you that shit, Rajah?” I asked Bradshaw. Him and Bryson were twin brothers we grew up with. He worked at the same hospital as Rajah as a pharmacist. Bryson was a fireman.

Cedric and my guy Prosper did real estate and Chauncey’s ass was a radio talk show host. Together the six of us wreaked havoc in high school. Whenever we link up some shit was bound to happen.

“Yea man. You know we catch up from time to time for lunch. But what up? We getting the crew back together?” I shook my head no. We was wildin every summer and I wasn’t ready for bar hopping and a different bitch every night.

“Man, hell nah. But let’s plan to get together again soon. I’m bought to be out.”

I needed to meet the tailor for my suits. I didn’t bring much with me because I didn’t plan on being here long. But it seemed like those plans were changing quickly. I was back in the city maybe for good. I just hope I wouldn’t regret not telling my momma no.

Monday Morning

“Good morning, everyone. Thank you all for being on time and prepared. Many of you have already submitted your clients’ files and for that I thank you. For those of you that haven’t the deadline will be this Wednesday by end of day. Please email my assistant if you have questions or need an extension for any reason. My husband and I appreciate your hard work and dedication to this firm. We didn’t know what we were doing when we started, we just had a dream and drive. This is the proof of that labor, and it wouldn’t be possible without you. Once documents are submitted to our clients, we will start sending out the fiscal bonuses. We made a large profit this year and your bonuses will reflect that. Please enjoy them, you deserve it. We will also be closed for a week to allow you time with your families. Emails will be sent out soon providing those dates. But enough of all that. The reason I called you all here is to introduce you to my son. Everyone this is Pharaoh McCallum. The CEO and founder of our St. Louis location. He will be here for a while helping sort out everything I need. Please spend some time with him and show him how we run things here. He’s brilliant and can help find solutions to problems so feel free to ask for help. Thank you for your time.” I nodded my head and waved at everyone in attendance. No need for a speech I would be meeting everyone personally at some point.

My mother stood back with her hands clasped in front of her. She was so elegant in her all-white women’s business suit and kitten heels. I noticed the small wrinkles around her mouth and knew they came from the countless smiles and laughs. She was always happy and brought joy to every room. She was waving to everyone as they left the room. A few people approached me to speak, and I knew they were trying to get in brownie points for the partnership position my mom had opened.

Out the corner of my eye I noticed Blythe moving towards her after waiting patiently for everyone to move away. I excused myself to be front and center when she got to my mom.

“Mrs. McCallum, can I please have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Blythe.” My mom touched Blythe’s elbow pulling her away from the remaining crowd. I notice the slight flinch at her touch and I frowned a little. She recovered quickly and smiled at my mom.

“I just wanted to ask if you have had a chance to review my resume and consider me for the partnership.” She stood tall and regal. She exuded so much confidence that it caused my dick to jump at her audacity. Clearing my throat, I alerted them of my presence.

“Ah, son, please come meet Blythe Livingston. My top performer. Blythe this is Pharaoh McCallum. My son.” I removed my hand from the pocket of my slacks and extended it to her. She looked down at it and reluctantly placed her small hand in mine. I could feel my blood flow quicken at the softness of her dainty hand.