Page 58 of Widow Mayker

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” I checked last month before skating back to the present. “No!” I panicked just as a light tap sounded at my door.

“Come in…” The words died on my lips as the door opened and Kody walked his fine ass inside my office.

Today, he wore another variation of sage green suit that accented his dazzling eyes. His hair was slicked back and in a low braided bun that sat obediently at the nape of his neck. He looked and smelled expensive. Not to mention, he could’ve just stepped off the most expensive runway.

He didn’t look at me and didn’t speak as he softly closed the door behind himself. Meanwhile, I was having a panic attack, heart attack, and bowel emptying all at the same time. He sauntered through my office space, glancing from one end of the wall to the other. As he moved closer and rounded my desk, my chest grew heavier and my eyes grew wider. Still, he didn’t look at me. His fingers reached out to run along my neck, something he seemed to enjoy doing. My body enjoyed the sensation and came alive instantly.

“Hey, mama,” he spoke softly, but his eyes were outside of the window wall, overlooking downtown. His hands found their way inside his pockets, and he just stood there.

Finding my voice, I asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”

His wide shoulders lifted briefly. “You’re ignoring me again, Heir. Give me a minute to relax before we talk.”

Gulping, I watched his back and recalled just how many of his phone calls and messages I’d ignored. There had to be a few dozen. In all fairness, I asked him to leave me alone and he wasn’t taking me seriously. So, technically, me ignoring him was his own fault.

My office door opened again, and I nearly stopped breathing when Poppa walked in. His face was screwed up, and like Kody, he closed the door behind himself. Poppa had been so busy with the Bears over this last season that his pop-ups dwindled from daily to whenever he could find time. He wouldn’t voice it, but I knew he hated being so busy and away from Mama and my brothers so often. Their love for each other was strong, though, and business nor distance changed that.

Poppa rounded my desk and stood right next to Kody. I nearly hyperventilated at the two standing so close together.

“Adir already paid me a visit,” Kody stated.

“Adir ain’t her father,” Poppa countered.

Kody chuckled. “Almost said something disrespectful.” He peered over his shoulder at me. His green eyes blazed with mischief. “Since my lady is here, I don’t want her to witness who I am should what I had to say offend you.”

“Good thing I’m not easily offended,” Poppa said. “Since you ain’t bold enough to say it, I will. I don’t give a fuck whose nut sac she came from, Heir is my daughter. I’ll kill for her. Any time. For any fuckin’ reason. Tread lightly, nigga.”

Poppa’s eyes never left Kody, and Kody’s eyes remained on Poppa. It felt like the fire of two suns inside my office, and I wasn’t sure how to diffuse the situation. Then, unexpectedly, Kody held out of his hand for Poppa to shake.

“I fuck wit’ you, old man,” he remarked. It seemed like forever before Poppa conceded. He and Kody shook hands, effectively cooling off the burning of both their egos. “Now, is it okay wit’ you if I take my lady to lunch?”

Poppa mugged Kody, who never cracked a smile and watched Poppa’s back as Poppa stormed out of my office.

“Kody!” I snapped, standing from my chair, crisis forgotten. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why the hell would you bring yo’ ass here?”

He turned from the window and tugged at the juncture of my scrub top that rested right above my titties, bringing me closer to him. He smiled, softening his face some.

“You work here, right?” he asked between kissing my parted lips.

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Then, I belong here. You don’t get another chance to ignore me, mamas.”

The look in his eyes told me so. They warned me to take heed.

A few minutes later, we exited Dr. Bell & Associates. Roy stood by the back passenger door and greeted me as I approached. Another man stood on the other side of the sedan, who Kody introduced as Dex. I got inside car and buckled my seatbelt, wondering what the hell I was doing. I could’ve told Kody no. I could’ve cursed him out. I could’ve—

“We need to talk.”

Kody dashed ice water on my could’ve.

“About what?” I asked as Roy pulled from the curb. Shit, we really did need to talk if my period didn’t show herself soon. The partition went up, separating Roy and Dex from us.

“What’s one of your biggest fears?”

“Not many,” I answered truthfully. Besides getting pregnant by a lunatic. “I hate flying, though.”

“You hate not having control,” he deduced.