In the Gray

by B.B. Reid

“Leave!” I barely registered her commend before she snatched my glass from the table and hurriedly wiped up the mess she’d made.

I’d jump up and punch her dead in the face

“It could be Tina fucking Turner, and you’d still be out of line. It’s a damn table, girl. It’s not that serious. Go get us our usual and hurry the fuck up.”

Right! Doing the most

Or maybe he found better ways to put it to use.

Mind in the gutter already 😂

“And in case you’re wondering, that shit isn’t rhetorical. I’ll blow your fucking kneecap off if I don’t like your answer.”

😳🫢

Hudson was already on my back about employee retention after I put Tony’s predecessor in a coma.

😳

The back of my hand flying across his face cut off the rest of his sentence. I slapped him three more times before his spit could even finish hitting the ground.

🫢🫢😳😳

Golden had already given me the four-one-one on her, so I was keeping my eyes open and a bullet with her name on it if she turned out to be the opps.

Sir…we are literally only on page 15 and you’ve been on one for at least 5

It was the only explanation for why he thought he and his bow tie could check me and get away with it.

Giving you sound advice is not “checking you” 🙄

Even her deep brown skin had a baby-soft glow to it, and I licked my lips as I imagined sucking and fucking and abusing every one of her holes.

“Not sure.” I squinted my eyes like I was trying to take a closer look. “The new bitch in cell block D?”

“You got a lot of mouth, little girl.” I’d lost my virginity years ago, but I was still too slow to recognize the sensuous drop in his tone before it was too late, before he grabbed my hips in a punishing grip and yanked me to him. “I might just stick my dick in it.”

Instead of answering right away, his strong hands slid from my hips to my ass, massaging and memorizing the shape and curve of it through my jeans.

Three of them were missed calls from Pride of Kings, along with a voice message. I skipped listening to the voicemail and glanced at the time instead. One thirteen in the afternoon.

Girl you’re fucking up real bad

“Are you serious?” I looked up from the employee misconduct form, my astonished gaze meeting his flat green one. “Is this really necessary?”

Yes! Girl sign this write up and go

Rowdy’s face gave nothing away, so I quickly left before he discovered the rest of my prank.

Girl you really are childish af and he’s a lunatic

I heard her soft voice calling me sir, and I palmed my hard dick through my work pants.

Oh he wants to tie her up

I never had to work this hard, even then.

You’ve known this woman for all of 4 days. What you mean work this hard?

“Oh, I’m mental, baby, and rule number one is never give us crazy ones any pussy.”

It was useless with only one. All I managed to do was irritate him more, so much so that his control eventually slipped, and he spanked my ass hard enough to make me gasp. “Now, are you going to behave?” he questioned menacingly. “Or do I have to light your ass on fire to make you hear me?”

To be honest, I was more worried about what I would do if he hit on another girl in front of me.

Y’all both crazy. Y’all not even together

Mistaking my shock for confusion, Ruen let my panties from last Friday hang from her finger while the Kings looked on. “You left these in my bed. I thought you might want them back.”

On one hand, damn, why’d you blow up her spot like that? On the other hand YESSSS QUEEN! LET THAT NIGGA KNOW!

Huffing, I snatched my panties from Ruen, only for Rowdy to snatch them from me and crudely sniff them before stuffing them in his pocket.

In front of everybody?!

“We all know crawling around on your knees for me is your favorite kink.”

😳😳

I must have been walking for all of three minutes before I heard the roar of Rowdy’s Challenger and looked up just as he sped by me before disappearing down Fourth Street.

Woooow

“You really mean it?”

HE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED YOU!

“Kobe is obviously better than LeBron.”

I mean… facts are facts

“I don’t know,” he deadpanned. “Who names their kid after a map?”

😂😂

“I have to pee.”

That’s not pee…

A stream—no, an erratic spray of clear liquid burst out of my urethra over and over, soaking the hem of Rowdy’s Henley just before he dropped to his knees, gripped the back of my thighs, and wrapped his lips around my clit and the imperceptible opening just below it. Horrified, I tried to back away, but he tightened his grip, keeping me in place while he…drank.

My father had been a professional boxer and was just shy of a heavyweight champion when he ended his short career mere months after I was born.

Yeah you were never a real threat 😂😂

And as if his words didn’t paint a clear enough picture, Rowdy gently pushed me away before pulling the burner from his waist and flipping the safety off.

Pulling a gun out on an elder is INSANE

“It means once I get up in it, it’s mine,” he told me without shame or remorse. “You won’t be fucking anyone else.” “But you can fuck whoever you like?” “Exactly.”

This ain’t how it works

Was he fighting a part of himself that wanted to treat me the way I deserved, or was I just searching for crumbs to justify my attraction?

Boffum. He tried to hump you behind a dumpster. And he kidnapped you

I guess I only had myself to blame. Rowdy had never given me any real reason to think he’d never hurt me. It had only been my foolish hope that he never would.

Gaslighting and victim blaming yourself is insane

“Aye, get your ass up,” he told her. “My feet hurt.” “Oh…sorry.” Her cheeks were red now, and I almost felt bad for her, but any sympathy I started to feel for her went right out the window when Rowdy took her place, then pulled her onto his fucking lap.

Wooooooow

Still, Rowdy couldn’t eat my pussy the way he did, let me suck his dick the way I did, and expect me not to get territorial.

He just choked you! You need to be running for the hills

shot to my feet, snatched the club out of her hand, and hopped onto the table without regard for the drinks and food cluttering he small surface.

Ain’t no way I’m doing all of this over a man who clearly doesn’t want me

I wanted to beg him to take me home, but I didn’t trust my own judgment after what I almost did, so I stayed silent.

Girl just call an Uber

This was all my fault. I’d pushed Rowdy too far, knowing he wasn’t all there.

I really don’t understand why she keeps gaslighting herself

“Atlas!” My heart skipped a beat, but I wisely kept going. “Bring your ho ass back here!”

Girl you should’ve BEEN left

The image of Atlas with my ring on her finger and a baby in her belly popped into my head with crystal-fucking-clarity.

You’d kill her and the baby

It disappeared when I remembered she wasn’t even old enough to drink yet.

NOW that wants to cross your mind

“Hello, Rowdy Wray. How can I help you?”

Girl YOURE WAAAAY TOO COMFORTABLE TALKING TO A MAN WHO JUST BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE

For the second time tonight, I pulled my gun. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! With perfect aim, I shot out his windshield, both rear tires and the trunk, for good measure.

He is literally out of his mind

“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie.”

Yes the hell it is

You’d think I’d kidnapped her the way she was acting all skittish.

Yeah it’s not like you haven’t kidnapped her before…

While Atlas was spilling her guts to me over dinner, I’d sent Britain and his crew to ransack her room so that I could bring her sexy ass home with me without all the kicking and screaming of actually kidnapping her.

INSANITY

“Are you going to be my new daddy?”

It has to be the weed

I wanted to come inside her, write my name on her walls, and get her pregnant with my baby. I wanted to trap her ass so that she’d have no choice but to be with me.

Psychopath behavior

I had no idea what the fuck she was so upset about, though. I was the one with a black eye and busted lip.

She whooped you real bad