POV

Jasper

My parents leaving me penniless helped me and Mi'shod. The first year we were together was filled with fights, fucking; growth and more fights. For example, eight months after we first met, Mi'shod was still trying to prove to his father how much he deserved the company.

He left for work the crack of dawn, he stayed late, he continued bringing in wealthy clients, and it didn't seem to be helping. Trouble came in when I found out that he still had that slut working for him. I only found out because Micah can't hold his liquor. It was a Saturday, we were having a party. Gasper and Benny were together, Gasper moved in with Benny a month after they started fucking around, and Gasper ended up pregnant. He was in his sixth month, almost full-term. 

Surprisingly Brice was single and Stu was involved with another C-type, society frowns on that type of thing, but we didn't judge him. Callum and Keith still had weird chemistry; made worse by the fact that they couldn't stop fucking. We were playing cards and we C-types were winning. Micah and Dante were fighting so they were throwing massive amounts of shade at each other. 

"Micah, did you remember to cancel my morning appointments?" Mi'shod asked. "Yes, Bobby made sure to sit on my back until I did." Micah said, before adding, "You know his ass stay trying to impress you." I stopped gabbing with Gasper about the little A-type he was carrying and looked at Mi'shod. "Is that the secretary you were fucking when we first got together?" I asked, and Mi'shod frowned over at Micah, Benny slapped the back of his head.

"You are such a troublemaker," Dante said, and Micah threw him the finger. "Answer me, babe, is it the same guy?" I repeated. "Yes love, it is." He answered, our friends looking back and forth between us. "Fire him," I stated, looking him dead in the eyes. "Jas, I don't have a reason to." He said calmly, and I sat forward. "Micah, is their work relationship professional? Better question, would you ask Dante to fire him if you were in my position?" I asked.

Micah sat up, our friends watching. "Fuck yes, I would want him fired, now don't blame my cousin, he doesn't pay any attention to Bobby's thirsty ass," Micah said, and I felt my temperature rising. "What does Bobby do? Does he flirt?" I asked. "Baby, what does it ma..."

"Let him answer." I interrupted Mi'shod, his eyes flashed with rage, and I knew I was pushing the A-type in him, still, I didn't give a shit. "He flirts, but Shod doesn't pay it any attention, boi be mad as fuck, I heard him complaining about it to one of the interns," Micah said, and I put my cards down. "Are you going to fire him, or do I have to?" I asked.

"Who you talking to? Hmmm? Cause I think you know better than to demand anything of me." Mi'shod said, leaning closer to the table, dropping down into that thug that always seemed to linger beneath his surface. "Okay I'm going to call it a night because this is clearly about to turn into something," Callum said, and I rolled my eyes when I caught the look between him and Keith.

"Yeah, we out too, I can't have my baby around all this noise," Benny said, standing and helping up a swollen Gasper. Slowly Brice and Stu stood with them. then Dante and Micah. "See what you did, I apologize, guys, it's his time of the month," Dante said, and Micah started cussing him out. Mi'shod and I watched our friends walk away from us, listening as they walked through the house grumbling amongst themselves.

"What did we say about respect?" Mi'shod asked; he stood up, taking his beer with him. "Man look, you can talk all the shit you want but I'm not playing with you." I hissed, and he spun around. He stormed back over to me, my heart started to thunder. I looked up at him before he pulled me out of my chair.

His scent, it was heavy and triggering every submissive hormone my body could produce. "Take this shit off." He commanded tugging on my leggings. "Boy, you must be crazy," I said, and he gripped my T-shirt, ripping it off my body, I don't know if I was scared, angry or turned on, probably all three. "Now, take that shit off or I'll do it for you." He demanded, and I timidly did as he asked.

He finished his beer, watching me strip, then I was standing before him naked. He put the beer bottle down on the table, before picking me up and putting me on the table. He stood in front of me, slowly stripping, never breaking eye contact. His body was covered in ink, and that only added to the thrill. My body kept quivering, I could feel my hole flexing, getting ready for what was to come.

"You just embarrassed me in front of our friends, I didn't like that." He said, going back to his professional persona. "I-I."

"Un uh... Don't bitch up now, talk some more shit, make another demand." He said, his voice raw. "I'm serious Shod, I want you to fire him, or I'm not respon... mmhh." The moan escaped when Shod went for the soft spot on my neck, nibbling harshly into my skin. "Fuck." I groaned when he bit down harder, grabbing my dick in his hand, kneading it; massaging it.

He was being rough, I could feel it, but damn if it didn't feel good. He pulled me towards the edge of the table, he lined up and without warning pushed straight through to the core of my being. My head fell back on my shoulders, my mouth falling open. He found my spot and started punishing it, stroking me fast and hard. My hand found his hip, and he slammed into me slapping my thigh. "Don't touch me. You were so tuff a few minutes ago, you were mad aggressive, so keep it up, and just take this dick nigga." He growled, pushing me back onto the table.

He fucked the shit outta me, I mean I was screaming in pleasure, he rocked my body with what had to be four anal orgasms, then he stroked the cum out of my balls. Still, he wouldn't stop going, forty minutes in and he wasn't slowing down. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, it got to the point where I started apologizing.

"I-I tap daddy, stop," I whined, "Nah, I told you what I would do if you let your mouth get outta hand again. Suck it up." He demanded, slapping my thigh again. He was putting in work, but he seemed unbothered, how was he so composed and I was losing my mind.

"I'm sorry S-Shod, I am..." I lied through the tears that threatened to fall. "Yeah? Tell daddy why you're sorry." He commanded, pumping into me faster, digging deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs, making me see stars. "I-I-I."

"You-you-you what?" He said, smacking my thigh again, ramming into my spot for the hundredth time. "I'm sorry, daddy, please!" I yelled, slapping his chest. "Nah, you tuff, rock out." He said, recommencing his torture of me.

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An hour later I was covered in my cum and sweat, my body was completely limp when he finally came. He pulled out of me, picking me up bridal-style off the table. He didn't talk to me as he carried me upstairs to our bathroom. He filled the tub, and he climbed inside. He held me in his lap as we soaked, and at some point, I fell asleep.

The next morning he woke me up to breakfast in bed, I was hella sore and he didn't feel even a little bit bad. "That's what you get for poppin fly." He said when I groaned. "I gotta get to work, I don't want you overworking yourself today, you let Da'leo clean the house and cook dinner. Do you understand?" He asked, kissing my forehead. I nodded, sorta afraid to voice my feelings on Bobby.

I watched him leave, telling him to have a good day. When he was gone I ate my breakfast and lounged around in bed, watched TV and ate again. All the while I couldn't stop fixating on Bobby, the last time I saw him, my fiancé was screwing him over his desk. I find out that the whore is still working for him, then on top of that Micah said he still flirts with Shod, and liked to complain about my man not wanting him.

I sat on that fixation for a few days, until the strength Mi'shod fucked out of me returned; when it did, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I called Mi'shod's office and of course, Micah answered. "Mi'shod Brooks office, may I ask whose calling?" Micah's soft brassy voice asked. "Micah, it's me, is Shod around?" I asked.

"No, he's out with some clients, looking at a new space for the first in that chain of hotels his new client wants the company to buy into," Micah said, "What about that whore?" I asked. "Bro, he came in today smelling up the place with his stank ass pheromones, Shod told him to take a suppressant or go home. Everything is cool now though, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing, just about to head out the door and go do some shopping with Gasper," I said lying as I laced my sneakers. I warned Bobby, I might be a Donaldson, but I'm not an angel. "Let me call you back," I said, hanging up the phone and heading out the door. 

Driving through the city, I was only getting madder, that whore was walking around my soon to be husband oozing pheromones trying to illicit a chemical response in Shod. I pulled up to the fifty-floor building and got out slamming my car door. Making my way inside I had to explain who I was just to get past security, once I did I took an elevator to the forty-ninth floor.

I got off and walked onto the floor, I walked past the open doors, past secretaries, until I spotted Micah, he was seated at a desk, on the phone loudly talking to Dante. He stopped when he saw me, "What are you doing here?"He asked, looking around.

"Where's he at?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "I told you Shod was out." He asked, and I gave him a dirty look. "Oh, Bobby's in the break room, but Jasper I know that face, I can see where this is going, don't do anything crazy." I was listening to Micah, trying to calm down when who should come walking out of one of the back rooms?

He was not on my level, he was bookish looking, his hair was dull as fuck and he was bony as shit; like he didn't have a body at all, and that pissed me off all over again. I turned my back on Micah and walked over to him. "Excuse me, Bobby right?" I asked. The tacky bitch turned and looked me up and down like I was dirty. "Yes, may I help you?" He asked. I scratched my head, trying not to go off. 

"Yes, you can help me. I was recently informed that you have continuously pursued my fiancé. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I warn your arrow built body ass the first time I caught you fucking my dude, that I would beat your ass if you kept playing around with me." I said. He looked completely unbothered, which made me boil. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Bobby said.

"Micah, he doesn't know what I'm talking about," I said, and Micah, like I knew he would, hopped up. He came around his desk and stood beside me. "Did you not come in here this morning smelling like every bit of pussy juice? Do you not flirt endlessly with my cousin? Don't make me look like a liar, you don't want me to go off, do you?" Micah asked, and Bobby's confidence fell.

"No, I don't." He answered, then turned back to me, his face going back to being unbothered like I was beneath him. "So, it's true?" I asked. "Sure, I did come in today, I am on my period and I didn't take a suppressant. I do flirt with Mi'shod. He and I were a thing long before you, and I'm sure we'll be a thing long after you." He said, and I nodded along, remaining outwardly calm, it was weird of me. 

"See Micah, I asked Mi'shod to fire him, but he said he didn't have a reason to. I say he does, I say that to say I want you to quit, or ask for a different floor otherwise fight me." I stated, staring Bobby dead in the eye. 

"What?" He asked. "I'm pretty sure you heard me, so what's it gonna be?" I asked. Bobby's nose turned up, and his smug face went even smugger. "Legacy and luxury aren't the most important things, threatening me like an animal. I'd expect a Donaldson to behave better. Hmm, I'm not leaving my job or this floor,  and you're a little possessive. You and Mi'shod aren't even married, if he wants me he can have me." Bobby said, and I turned to look at Micah.

"When Mi'shod gets back, tell him this is all his fault," I said, turning back to face Bobby and throwing two jabs, one to his chin and another to his eye, he went down and I went with him. I punched every part of him, while he screamed and cried. Somewhere I could hear Micah cackling like a Buffon. Of course one of the other assistants called security and they called the police. 

Micah promised to call Mi'shod, I didn't want him to but I couldn't call my mom or dad, I didn't have access to any of my accounts. So I was slightly happy to see Mi'shod an hour after I was put in holding. He was led to the back where I was, the guards kissing his ass. "Let me speak to him first." He said and the men walked off taking with them the sound of my jingling freedom.

"Look at me." He demanded and I looked up from the bench I was sitting on, he was still in his work suit, I hated when he dressed like that, it hid the best parts of him.

I shouldn't have looked up, he was furious, but then I thought, so what. "So, you're going to sit silent. Explain yourself." He demanded. "I told that bitch to resign or change floors, he said a bunch of slick shit, so we had to fight. He needs to kn..."

"I told you I wasn't going to fire him, and you go and act a damn fool. You realize I had to give him a raise just so he wouldn't press charges." He said. "I didn't ask you to do that, what I asked you to do, you didn't." I seethed, and he grabbed the bars. "Do you think I need this shit right now, I don't. I need a wife, not a jealous petty child." He snapped.

"I didn't call you, so why are you even here?" I asked, pretending I wasn't scared and ready to go home. "Who else do you have? Are you gonna run to your friends? Or mommy and daddy?" He asked. He struck a nerve and the waterworks started, instantly the A-type in him surfaced, desperate to end my sadness. "I'm sorry okay, please don't cry." He said, releasing his smokey pheromones.

"I just can't fire him without cause, HR would have a field day, I know you may not fully trust me, but I need you to know, I'm a faithful dude, I won't cheat on you, especially not now that I'm in love with you." He admitted. We hadn't said the words I love you yet, but once he said it, I knew I felt the same way. "You love me?" I asked. "Why else would I put up with you?" He asked, smiling at me. "Are you ready to go home?" He suggested.

"Yes please," I begged, and we went home. Of course, on the drive home, Mi'shod admitted that he liked my jealousy, and that led to us having sex in the car underneath the underpass of an old bridge. Things were still a bit touchy for a few weeks, I hated that Bobby still worked for him, but Micah said Mi'shod told Bobby if he pulled any more shit he'd lose his job. Micah swears he heard him crying, that wouldn't be my last run-in with Bobby.

The early years of our relationship were wild, but the first year is full of some of the most memorable things. Mi'shod stood by me through all of it, he kept up with my spending habits, sending me on trips with my friends, spoiling me.

We were in love and thriving, we didn't speak to our parents, and eventually, Mi'shod didn't even want his father's company, he quit and took with him, several multimillionaire investors. His father was livid, and so began Mi'shod's struggle to build his own company. He was good at it, he used investors money, to buy a dozen small franchises, he flipped those and merged with his father's top competitor.

Watching Mi'shod become a better man, made me want to grow with him, so I buckled down, I decided to go back to school; turns out without my mom in my face, telling me what kind of C-type I should be, I'm a great person.

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