Deadbeat Mother

No

~Mia~

I hated to tell Neela this. I know she hasn’t returned home in years, but I never understood why. The look on her face plagued me for the rest of the day after I told her. It was a mix between fear and.......excitement? That can’t be right, though, because she could have been home plenty of times. No one has kept her from going home, so I don’t know why she would be so excited.

I sigh and type a few more things on the computer. I need to call Steven and let him know about the charity event and the upcoming trip. Steven is Neela’s manager/husband. Everything goes through him, like everything. I’ve been dreading calling him all day. It isn’t that I’m worried about him saying no. No one would be dumb enough to turn down working with Nokio. He’s the ‘make-you or break-you’ in the industry right now. I just…..I hate talking to him. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit well with me.

I sigh and grab my phone, scrolling until I find Steven’s contact information. I take a few deep breaths before pressing the button. I listen to the phone ring once, twice, then there’s a click. “What is it, Mia?” I’ve been working with Neela for years, so he knows my name.

“Uh…hi…uh….this is….uh….” There’s a huge sigh on the line, and I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could fade away.

“We’ve already established who you are. Let’s get to the point, you’re wasting my time.” I gulp and slowly open my eyes.

“I…uh….I just wanted to update you on Neela’s schedule.”

“Go on.”

“We have the charity event in two days. It’s at the Grand Plaza Hotel, and it will be a black and white tie affair. Then next week, we are traveling. Neela has a month-long event in San Francisco -”

“No.”

“I…uh….what?”

“I said no. Is that all?”

“But, this is for Nokio. He specifically as-,” Dialtone is all I hear.

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“This is the dress we have for you.” I pull it out of the garment bag and hold it up in front of Neela. She’s sitting at her vanity getting her hair and makeup done.

“It’s gorgeous! Did the designer send it over?” I hang the dress up on the back of the closet door.

“Yes. They want you to make sure you get some pictures taken. I already made sure Steven knows the colors so you two can coordinate.” I look at Neela, and I’m tempted to bring up the conversation with Steven, but I’m not sure if I should.

“What is it, Mimi?” I sigh and sit on her bed.

“When I spoke to Steven…..” I sigh. “Would there be a reason why Steven wouldn’t want you to work with Nokio?” Neela closes her eyes while the makeup artist applies color to her lids. The artist finishes, and Neela opens her eyes. She blinks as she looks into the mirror.

“Leave it alone.”

“But I-”

“Trust me, Mia. Leave it alone.”

~Steven~

*RING*

*RING*

S**t! I really don’t want to deal with this. I clear my throat and answer the call. “Hello father. What can I do for you?”

“Have you lost your f**king mind?!”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t bulls**t me! You know damn well that I know about your attempt to cut the deal with Nokio. Do you not understand how important this deal is? Do you not know how much money I could lose if this deal fizzles out?”

“I can’t let her go back there. There’s too much on the line.”

“Why are you acting like such a p**sy?! I raised you better than that. Don’t be a weak b***h! Nothing is going to happen if she goes back. I have eyes and ears on him and nothing will happen. He won’t even know she’s there. That’s why I moved him where I did, to make sure I was aware of his every move.”

“I just can’t risk it. I have her where she needs to be and I won’t mess that up.”

“You listen to me, you little s**t! I will not lose out on millions just to soothe your fragile ego. She will work with Nokio, and she will be in California next week. Go ahead and tell the office that you will be working from that office and go with her. This isn’t up for debate. Don’t f**k with me, or you will feel the consequences.” He hangs up in my face, and I throw my phone across the room. I swear, I can’t stand him. He always tries to dictate my life, and I’m f**king sick of it. I’m a grown-ass man, and he will need to treat me as such at some point.

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. “WHAT?!” The door opens slightly, and my secretary peaks her head in.

“Uh, you wanted me to let you know when you had an hour left. You need to get changed and get to your wife for the event.” She pushes the door wider and walks into my office, quietly closing it behind herself. “Is everything okay?” I take a few steps toward her. She’s a cute thing, and she does her job very well. She’s very efficient and competent.

I continue to walk toward Lina, taking in her features. She’s about 5’4 to my 6’3. She always looks pretty mousy and plain. She’s wearing a black cardigan with a pair of grey slacks. Her braids are in a low ponytail, and she always wears black-rimmed glasses covering her almond-shaped eyes. She’s very light-skinned, almost white, with plump, pink lips and hazel eyes.

As I approach her, I pull the zipper down of my slacks. I push my hand in and pull my c**k out. It isn’t completely ready yet, but it’s getting there. Her eyes get bigger as she looks down at my c**k in my hand. I use my thumb to rub the tip. “I’m a little stressed right now, to be honest.” Lina nods and drops to her knees. I stop in front of her and stand with my hands on my hips. Lina swirls her tongue around my tip, and I throw my head back; a small moan escapes my lips. Lina pushes my tip in her mouth, sucking as she moves it in and out. I look down and pull the hair tie out, freeing her braids. I wrap them around my arm and pull her head back a little. I use my other hand and brace myself on her forehead. I snap my hips back and forth, slamming my c**k into her mouth. I shove it in until I hit the back of her throat and pull it out again. I slam into her mouth again and again. Lina is choking and sputtering, but it doesn’t bother me. I feel my balls get tight, and I slam into her mouth again, draining into her mouth. “Swallow it!” I watch as Lina’s throat moves continuously. I pull out and walk away, pushing myself back into my pants and zipping up. “Get my car ready.” I sit at my desk to finish a few emails so I can leave.