Page 12 of A Million Boss Kisses

“Dadddddddy!” She beamed, and I knew the begging would come next.

Her ass wasn’t even a morning person. I still had to wake up at seven every morning to make sure she was out of the house and on her way to school.

Although I knew she was about to try to hit me over the head for some cash, I smiled and played her game.

“Hey baby girl, you got plans today? Or you got time for me?”

“Ummmm, no. Grandpa Freddy is letting us take the yacht out today. I just wanted to check on you. How was the party last night?”

“It was good. I ain’t wanna spend the day with yo ass no way. Last night wore me out,” I lied.

If I had it my way, Amill wouldn’t even be over there with her mother’s people.

I understood that Janna’s family was still Amill’s family, but I had a hard time trusting them motha fuckas.

In my opinion, they’d never actually done what was best for Amill; they did what was best for Janna.

What I mean by that is they never held Janna accountable for her deadbeat behavior.

There were even times when Amill wasn’t invited to family events, and she’d only find out after seeing pictures on social media with her mother there.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to connect the dots.

Amill wasn’t welcome at any family event Janna decided to grace with her presence.

“Daddy, please. You always want me up under you so you can know what I’m doing,” she waved me off.

“I do,” I nodded.

“Seeeeeee,” she giggled, her smile bright enough to light up the night sky. “Look what I got my hands on.”

“What?” I perked up, looking at the phone.

“Guess,” she sputtered with a devious grin on her face.

Admiring my daughter’s beautiful face that was a perfect blend of me and her mother, I knew only a pair of shoes would make her ass this giddy.

I just didn’t know which pair she was referring to.

Collecting sneakers was a passion we shared.

Since she was in the womb, I made sure Amill had a matching pair of every sneaker I copped for myself.

As Amill got older, she developed a love for shoes herself, and watching her light up over every new pair reminded me of when I was younger.

Except, she didn’t have to wait in lines wrapped around the mall or play with them raffles online.

Gina made sure we received every pair we requested.

I wasn’t one of those parents who believed in making shit harder for my daughter just because of how I had to get it.

“It better be some raw shit with how dramatic you acting,” I answered.

“Isn’t she pretty,” Amill chirped, placing a pair of Olive AJ1 Travis Scotts in front of her face.

“Maaaaaaan,” I laughed. “I told you to get them when I did but you swore them bitches was ugly. Talked about me like a dog when I told Gina to grab me a pair.”

“They grew on me,” she cackled. “Plus, we went into this rare sneaker store, and they had a pair in my size, so I felt like it was meant to be.”

“See, you gotta start listening to me. I won’t steer you wrong. I know you let them hit you over the head for ‘em. How much you paid?”

Amill started laughing even harder and I shook my head, face frowned up.

“None of your business. But can you send me some more money because we went shopping yesterday and I spent all the money I had? I didn’t bring enough bathing suits to last me. You know we live in our bathing suits when I come down here.”

“Which is why I can’t understand how you didn’t pack enough. You don’t need to be showing all that skin anyways,” I grumbled. “Throw on a sundress for the day.”

“Daddddddyyyyyyy!” Amill whined.

I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. The last thing I wanted to do was buy her anymore fucking bikinis.

“Please, we are about to head to the mall now, Daddy.”

“Alright, I’ll drop some more money into your account.

Get something that comes with a coverup please,” I requested as I maneuvered through my banking app to send her more money.

“Oh, and make sure you take your stuff with you when you go to your Grandpa Freddy’s house because you need to stay over there or come back to the hotel with me.

I’m not in the mood to be blowing up your phone or trying to talk to your other people to find you when ten a.m. rolls around.

We have a flight to catch in the morning, and you are going to school for half the day tomorrow. ”

“Dang, I can’t have the rest of the day to decompress after a weekend away?”

“Not at all. It’s your senior year and you can’t slack off now.”

“Okay,” she took a deep breath. “Thanks for the money, Dad. I love you. See you later. I’ll just stay at Grandpa Freddy’s house tonight.”

“I love you too. Don’t forget the damn coverup.”

“Bye daddy.”

We ended the call, and there was a knock on my door again. I checked the peephole and it was Gina and Zay. They were both dressed for the pool, and I opened the door to tell them that I wasn’t interested in third wheeling, but Gina placed a room key in my hand and gave me a side eye.

“See, I knew you would come through for me,” I smiled.

“You know I don’t like being involved in any underhanded BS you decide to get into,” Gina complained. “I had to lie and pretend she was supposed to be under our bill, so you are going to be paying for her stay too.”

“Shit, what’s one more?” I looked down at the room key and the hotel number. “I need one more thing.”

“Nah nigga, that’s it. She mine for the day,” Zay cut in, pulling Gina closer to him.

“Hating ass nigga,” I cut my eyes at him. “But you know what. I got it.”

They turned and walked down the hallway while I went into the room and cracked open my MacBook.

Two hours later, I approached the door two floors below me and knocked twice, giving ample time for Marissa Bentley to answer if she was inside. Once I was confident that the room was empty, I used the illegally secured key to open the door.

Entering the room, it smelled fruity, and everything was neat and in order. A major green flag. I couldn’t stand a nasty or cluttered space. Marissa was staying in a room with an ocean view and balcony. Perfect.

I went over to her bed to see what she had on her nightstand. A few pieces of jewelry, a bottle of Dior L’Or de J’adore that explained the heavenly scent in the room, and a handful of mail addressed to a home in Miami. I took a picture of the address and placed the mail back on the nightstand.

The closet was open and there was a lilac dress with mint green swirls hanging alone with a pair of shoes underneath it.

I went to examine them next, the dress was different, but it matched the same pair of mint green Rene Caovilla heels she had on last night.

I noted the sizes for both and went to answer the knock at the door.

“Hello, I’m Salena, you must be Mr. Haynes.”

“Yes, nice to meet you and thank you for coming out on such a short notice,” I offered her a handshake.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Where do you want me to get set up?”

“Maybe near the balcony doors. That way she can see the water but still be in the AC.”

“That’ll work.”

Salena went to set up and I sat on the couch scrolling through my phone.

I was all up in Marissa’s business via her Instagram and TikTok.

According to Nick, Marissa was married, but she filed for divorce six months ago.

Plenty of time for her to have moved on.

When I had enough of that, I went to check out her son’s information.

The video she kept going on about wasn’t some shit that should’ve ever made it to the internet, but Amill was always on social media, and her Instagram live caught the tail end of a private phone call, and some messy blogs picked it up and ran with it.

Everything happens for a reason though because I had Quincy mixed up with another player.

In fact, he was the only player on their team that I would even take a peek at.

Now that I was trying to be his stepfather, I wouldn’t have given a fuck if the lil nigga couldn’t hit a beach ball off a tee, he’d have a spot on my team just so I could get on his mother’s good side.

Luckily, that wasn’t the case. I probably got his name mixed up with the other players because I’d heard his name so much in the media lately. I already shot off a few texts for scouts to go full fledged on recruiting him after reading some notes that he expressed his desire to remain in Tampa.

After two hours, I heard someone fumble with the doorknob, and Salena hopped up from her spot on the other couch.

We had been waiting for about three hours.

Salena had open availability today, so I booked her for the entire day since I had no idea if Marissa would be here and if she wasn’t, how long she’d be gone for.

I plastered a smile on my face and stood from the chair next to Salena. She had the plush robe draped across her forearm as we waited for the door to swing open. Marissa’s eyes landed on us, and her eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry. Wrong room,” she sputtered, stepping back out.

Before she spun around, I caught a glimpse of her ample breasts spilling out of the top of her sports bra.

Now, as she was exiting the room, I licked my lips, watching her curves fill out the biker shorts she wore.

The bottle of water in her hand and the light sheen of sweat on her skin told me she had been doing something athletic.

I loved that because if I wasn’t on vacation, I hit the gym first thing in the morning.

Before Marissa could get far, I sauntered toward her, catching the door just before it closed.

“Nah, this is your room,” I announced. Marissa spun back around to face me as I continued my spiel.

“I wanted to make up for our misunderstanding, and I figured the best way to do that was to offer you a massage. Help you relieve any stress that might have come from my private conversation leaking and affecting you and Quincy. While you’re getting your massage, we can talk about setting up a time for me to meet Quincy. ”

Marissa’s eyes swiveled from mine to the door I’d just come out of then back to me. Her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, and an adorable chuckle slipped out.

“Are you mentally well?” She challenged, her head leaning to the side.

“I’d like to think so.”

“You can’t be,” she brushed past me and opened the door again. “And you knew this nigga was breaking into my shit to surprise me? I don’t even know this weird ass nigga.”

“Ummm, no! I had no idea. He just hired me for the day to surprise his girlfriend with a massage.”

“Well, sweetheart, get out and be thankful that you weren’t in here with a human trafficker! Try to secure a loan so you can open up a brick and mortar location because this isn’t safe at all.”

Salena sprinted over to her massage table and packed up. “And whoever gave you my key is getting fired. You better be lucky I don’t call the fucking police!”

“Come on, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to apologize.”

“You know what, you’re right, apology accepted. Now get the fuck on. I can’t mentally handle this shit here.”

“See, that’s why you need to let Salena give you this massage and help you work out some of that stress. I already paid for it and added your room to my bill, so your stay is free.”

“No, now get your weird ass the fuck out!” She yelled, pointing to the door.

Salena scurried past me, and Marissa fumbled around in her purse for a second until she produced a gun.

“You better run your ass out of here behind her or your parents will be identifying your body in the morgue this evening.”

“I’ll leave, but we’ll run into each other again,” I smiled.

The fact that she knew her way around a gun only made me want her more.