Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 1

by Anna Black

  Once I was back in bed, she rested her head on my chest, and I squeezed her as tightly as I could. I didn’t even know how to categorize the shit I was feeling. I knew it had to be love because I never wanted to have a woman so bad, to please a woman so much or to just be that close. I wanted to penetrate her again and just like the first round, I wanted her pussy to contract and cream on my dick all over again. Before Gabby, I couldn’t care less if a woman came. All I wanted was mine, but Gabby changed that. I wanted to make her happy.

  She spoke, interrupting my thoughts. “Now that I’m hydrated, I want to do that thing we did again.”

  My dick jumped. “I’m good with that, baby.”

  “Good, now let me do something to you,” she said, putting her head into my lap.

  My dick was soft, but a couple of kisses from Gabby’s pouty lips woke my man up. When she wrapped her lips around my shaft, I hissed like a bitch. Her mouth felt so good, and I instantly went for her head. I massaged my babies scalp as her hot mouth massaged my dick. She slurped and sucked my dick until I almost nutted, and I quickly pulled away. I wanted to get on top and push her thick thighs back as far as she could stand, but she insisted that I let her ride me. After I rolled on the condom, I helped her get into position. What she did to me made my toes curl, and when I grabbed hold of her ample ass cheeks, my soldiers erupted again inside of her core. I thought to myself that I’d never pull out again. I went to dispose of the condom, and I greedily wanted to go a third round just to feel her nectar again, but she was already half asleep when I climbed back into bed. I brushed her natural curls back from her face, pressed my lips against her skin, and gave her a long kiss goodnight before I drifted off into a deep sleep.

  11

  Gabby

  I stirred and struggled to open my eyes. My bladder woke me, and I had to pee so bad, but something was weighing me down. I tried to move, and it didn’t take me long to realize that Gutta’s body was draped over mine.

  “Baby,” I said, and I knew he didn’t hear me. “Baby,” I said louder, and he moved.

  “Yes, baby, yes, are you okay?” he asked.

  “I need to get up. I have to pee,” I said.

  He removed his arm and leg that pinned me down. I hurried to get out of his bed and ran into his master bath. I sat so fast I almost missed the seat, and my piss shot out of me like a busted pipe. I sighed as I released, mainly because I was grateful that I didn’t piss in Gutta’s bed or his bathroom floor. After I wiped and flushed, I went over to his sink and washed my hands. I grabbed the clear bottle that had something green in it and sniffed. As I figured, it was mouthwash. I poured a shot size amount into one of the Dixie cups then took a swig to refresh my mouth. I went back to join my king in his bed, and as soon as I scooted close to him, my eyes landed on his clock. It was already after eleven.

  “Oh shit!” I said.

  He jumped, and his head popped up. “Baby, what is it?” he asked with concern.

  “I’m supposed to be at my mom’s by noon.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  “Baby, it’s ten after eleven. I won’t make it home, shower and dress, then get to my mom’s way out in Oak Lawn.”

  “Okay, so shower here. Just put back on your clothes from last night.”

  What he said made sense, but the dress I wore the night before was date appropriate, not something I’d wear to my mom’s. “Babe, I can’t walk into Gloria Jean's kitchen in a dress and high-heeled wedge. She’ll know that I spent the night with you.”

  “Okay, then just shower, and I can take you by your place to change. You will only be a little late if we leave now.”

  “Okay, baby, come on, chop, chop. My mother is a pill, trust me,” I said.

  I got up and went into his shower. When this man walked in, we ended up fucking again before we lathered our skin. He drove me to my place, and I invited him in while I hurried to change. We made it to my mom’s by one and even though I begged him to leave, he insisted that he come in to meet Gloria Jean.

  When we walked through the door, I heard my mom call out, “It’s about time, daughter. I said noon, and you show up a damn hour-” she was saying but paused when she saw me walk in with Gutta. “Oh my, how do you do?” she said then wiped her hands on her apron. She approached Gutta as if I were invisible, and I watched my mother fawn and gush. “Have a seat Gabriel and get him some lemonade, Gemma,” my mother instructed with her eyes on my new man.

  “Momma, of course, you know this is Gabriel and Gabriel, this is my mother-” I tried to say, but she cut me off.

  “Gloria. I’m her single mother, Gloria.” I wanted to burst into laughter. I heard my sister, Grace, snicker, and Gemma poured him a glass of lemonade. “So, Gabriel, I’ve heard very little about you so far. I mean, you are the eldest of four men, and your parents, are they still together?” My mother quizzed. I looked at Gutta and shook my head before taking my handbag to the living room. He was the one who insisted on meeting Gloria, so I’d let him fend for himself.

  He cleared his throat. “Well, my parents are still together and have been married for over thirty-six years. They live in Beverly in the house me, and my brothers were raised in, and they seem to be pretty happy.”

  “Oooohhhhh, okay, then. Will you be staying for dinner? I’d, I mean we’d, love for you to stay.”

  Behind my mother, I was shaking my head no, but of course, Mr. Gutta says, “I’d love to, Ms. Gloria.”

  I rolled my eyes and wanted to punch him. He hung out in the kitchen with us as we prepared the food, and he didn’t seem bothered by my dysfunctional family. He answered all of Gloria Jean’s questions. With the way my mother was grinning when she walked us to the door, I knew she already adored him.

  “So, next Sunday you’ll join us for dinner?” My mother asked.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” Gutta answered. I inwardly rolled my eyes because he had let Gloria Jean bait him.

  “Great. I got a strong feeling that you will be my first son-in-law,” my mother said, and I wish I could disappear. I was totally embarrassed, but Gutta was totally cool.

  “Hey, we can only hope, right?” he said, and I was shocked that my mother didn’t faint. I know his words were music to her ears because she desperately wanted grandkids.

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Gabby be good because this one will give me tall, chocolate, handsome grandsons,” my mother said. I just wished there was a trap door I could fall into.

  “Alright, mama, alright, we gotta go,” I said, trying to get off of her porch. Maybe it was me, but Gutta was eating this shit all up. He was team Gloria for sure as far as I could see.

  When we finally made it to the street, he helped me into the passenger seat of his Land Rover. I was thoroughly embarrassed and waited for his real feedback from the afternoon at Gloria’s. He got in and cranked the engine with no words.

  “Okay, spill. My mother is a tad bit much.”

  He chuckled. “No, your mom is cool. Just a typical loving mother and she is straight.”

  “What the hell ever. My mother is a pill, and it won’t offend me if you’d admit it, Gutta.”

  “Look, babe, I don’t lie. Your mom is legit cool. She reminds me of my own mother, and I like her.”

  Stunned and shocked, I had to ask. “My crazy ass mother reminds you of your own mother. Please enlighten me, baby,” I said.

  “Well, first, they both are great cooks. They both share the same beliefs, and they both want what’s best for their children. I know Ms. Gloria may come off strong to you, but all I see is a mother who wants her daughters to be happy and have a great life. Yes, she was sending us to the altar, but I don’t blame her. My mother has four sons. Four single sons and her eldest is almost forty. My mom does and says the exact same things as your mom. They want grandkids and a son or daughter-in-law that treats their child good. Your mom is a tad bit extra, Gabby, but she loves and wants the best for you,” he said. I never stopped to think of any of
what he was saying until that moment.

  “Gutta, you are a very observant man, and you are the kindest man I’ve ever met. Mario couldn’t stand my mother, and they stayed in battle, but you embraced her as she is. Even I haven’t done that.”

  “Your mom is just looking out for her girls. She’s a bit fast because I think she growled at me when she suggested I introduce her to my brothers, but overall, she’s great.”

  I nodded and smiled. Gutta was checking all the boxes. Successful, good looking, humble, educated, a beast in the sheets, and he liked Gloria Jean. Okay, I was falling. Falling in fucking love again.

  12

  Gutta

  It had been two months since my queen, and I had been together. I missed that woman more than words when we were apart and even when I had a fucked-up day, just pulling my baby into my arms made shit okay. There was nothing to complain about when it came to Gabby. Everything was perfect, from her cooking to her bubbly spirit. And the lovemaking was crazy good. Every time she and I pleased and teased each other was stored in my memory bank and making love to my woman was all I wanted to do. I couldn’t go a damn day without seeing her, and in such a short time, I wanted to pop the question.

  “Bro, did you hear what I said?” Rel asked.

  I had my mind on my baby and how she swallowed my dick the night before, so no I hadn’t heard shit that he said.

  “I’m sorry, man, I was reading something,” I said. I didn’t want to tell him I was rereading a text that I had gotten from Gabby about the new lingerie she had gotten the evening before while shopping with her girl’s for Chasity something to wear for her birthday.

  “Man, get your head out the damn clouds.”

  “Dude, I’m listening.”

  “Boy, I swear that woman done made yo’ ass soft.”

  “Hey, why you gotta make this about Gabby?”

  “Because shit is always about Gabby with you, and I bet yo’ ass grinning at some lame ass text from her.”

  “Man, whatever. Now, what were you saying about the damn floors?”

  “Man, the floors are delayed. The distributor says two to three weeks, and you know that pushes shit back,” he said.

  “Fuck, man! Damn, I don’t want to hear that shit today. Is there an alternate option?”

  “Yes, but if I put in an order now for a different floor, that shit will take even longer,” Rel said.

  “Fuck, but what can we do? We just keep pushing forward with what we have and do all we can do,” I said. Typically, I’d want to flip the damn desk or cuss my brother the fuck out, but lately, I’ve been a lot calmer than before.

  “Oh yeah, Gabby got yo’ ass on lock.”

  “What, bro? What the fuck is you talkin’ bout now?” I asked, throwing both of my arms in the air. “I mean, all y’all do is make cracks on Gabby and me. Y’all some damn hater’s,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Fuck you, Gutta. Man, ain’t nobody jealous,” he barked, and then we burst into laughter. “All I’m sayin’ is before Gabby, yo’ ass used to stay on one-hunnit, but now you be woo-saah’ing and shit.”

  “Fuck outta here, Rel. The hatin’ is on some high ass levels with you, Malice and Royal. What y’all need to do is find y’all some business. Better yet, a damn woman.”

  “Hey, I got women, and I’m good on that.”

  “No, you got ho’s, bro, let’s just keep it real,” I kidded.

  “Yeah, nigga, you right,” he laughed.

  “I know I am, and by the time you get my age, you’ll be looking for the one.”

  “Man, you got me by two years, so hell nah, I’m good.”

  “Whatever. Get yo’ ass outta my office and go use one of them fake ass tools on that whack ass toolbelt.”

  “Whatever, bro. You just want me to clear out so yo’ bitch ass can Facetime or Skype with Gabby,” he shot back as he stood.

  I shook my head. “She’s in class ma’fucka, so gon’ wit that bullshit, bro.”

  He laughed. “That’s the only reason why, huh?” he joked and shook his head at me.

  “Ayyyyeeeeee, come through tonight. It’s Chasity’s birthday, and they gon’ be at Passion’s tonight. I already told Malice and Royal, so come through.”

  “I’m wit’ that. Chasity is the one with the big ass titties, right?”

  I shook my head. “Really, nigga?” I said, looking at him with a side-eye and my palms up. Why the fuck did he think I’d answer yes to that shit?

  “Bro, fuck! We all know you sprung on Gabby and shit. I won’t tell her that you be scoping her girl’s big ass tits and shit,” he roared with more laughter.

  “I swear mom dropped yo’ ass on your damn head when you were a baby,” I joked.

  “Whatever, I’ll come through, bro, fo’sho,” my brother said and then finally vacated my office.

  It was just a temporary set up with a couple of chairs, a desktop and a printer on a damn folding table because the club was still considered a construction zone. It was November, and I hoped we’d be set up with heat before the real elements of winter hit. Now with the flooring delay, I didn’t know what to expect. Having a grand opening in the winter was probably the worst idea. When we initially broke ground, I thought I’d be open to have a huge New Year Eve’s bash, but with so many delays, that dream was deferred.

  I went back to opening my mail, and then my text alerted me. It was my baby, and although she and I never agreed on the nickname I gave her, I called her that anyway from time to time. It was short for muffin because my baby was so sweet and soft.

  Muffy: Hey babe

  Me: Hey you

  Muffy: Are we all set for Chasity tonight?

  Me: Yes, babe. Easy breezy, no worries

  Muffy: Thanks so much, baby. C u lata

  Me: Lata Honey

  I put my phone down and got back to my mail. A few moments later, my text alert sounded off again. I was sure it was Gabby, so I smiled again and then picked up my phone. At first glance, my smile faded when I saw who it was.

  D.T.: Hey

  Me: What?

  D.T.: Really Gutta?

  Me: Trina, what do u need?

  D.T.: I miss u, babe

  Me: Stop it!

  D.T.: Can I c u?

  Me: For what?

  D.T.: U don’t miss me? I kno u have 2 miss me. We have 6yrs, Gutta. 6 long years. U can’t just throw all that away.

  Me: We have nothin’. I fucked wit’ u for 6yrs & now that is over and done wit’. Pls don’t make this shit hard!

  D.T.: I’m not tryin’ 2, Gutta, damn! Can I at least ask a favor?

  I wanted to say fuck no, but I did feel a little bad for how things had to end. Trina had been good to me over the years, and it wasn’t her fault that I abruptly shut shit down.

  Me: What do u need?

  D.T.: My girls r goin’ 2 Vegas next weekend and I wanna go but shit a lil tight. Can u fund me?

  I read the text and then thought about it for a second. Money wasn’t tight my way, and I know she missed the fifteen hundred I used to give her a month, so I replied…

  ME: How much?

  D.T.: The usual pls

  Me: I’ll Zelle u & no more favors

  D.T.: ☹

  Me: Whatever

  I went to my Chase App and sent her the cash.

  Me: SENT!

  D.T.: Thanks baby!

  I tossed my phone and then hung around my office and the construction site for a few more hours. I made a quick stop by Passions just to make sure Mari and two others had the two VIP sections on the main floor set up with all the balloons and party stuff that Gabby had dropped off to them when she left the school. When I walked in, they were in the process of setting things up. I thanked them and assured them that they’d get compensated for doing what a general client would pay. No way could I charge my baby a fee for her girl’s celebration, but my employees would definitely get the same amount they’d get if it were a paying client.

  I thanked my girls again and he
aded home to shower and change. I wished we were celebrating in the private VIP room on the second floor, but there was no dance floor, and I knew her party didn’t wanna go up and down just to dance. Then again, it would be a private place that Gabby and I could sneak off to after she had a couple of glasses of Chardonnay. I called that shit Love Juice because that shit would get my baby all the way loose. I loved the way her freaky nature was ignited with that liquid gold. I’d be sure to creep away and give her the VIP experience she had been begging me for.

  After I was dressed and ready to go, I was happy to see my car had arrived on time. I got in, and we headed towards Gabby’s place. I was picking up her and her sisters. Since it was Chasity’s birthday, I sent a car to pick her and Tori up. Gabby always thought I was doing too much, but I worked hard, so I played hard. I had made good money over the year, and since I couldn’t take that shit with me, I sometimes did the most. I had no problem with spoiling myself and no issues whatsoever with spoiling my lady. I wined and dined my lady since day one, and as long as I have it, I will treat her to whatever she likes that is within reason. One thing my father taught my brothers and me growing up is foolish women will desire foolish things. That’s how you pick and choose who is worthy. If you have a woman that only wants to floss or just ball out of control, those are the ones to stay away from.

  When I started making serious money, I could weed out the foolish ones in a heartbeat and the ones who were genuine and worthy, never made demands, nor acted a fool if the answer was no or not right now. Women like that were dismissed immediately.

  When we pulled up to Gabby’s townhouse, I got out and went to ring her bell. The door opened, and I was greeted by her sister.

  “Hey, Gabriel, come on in. We are just about ready to go,” Grace said.

  I stepped inside. “Hey, Grace and please call me Gutta, no one calls me Gabriel,” I said.

  “I shall remember that,” she smiled.

  Just then, my baby walked out in a beautiful, tight-fitted, deep purple dress that hugged all of her curves to perfection. Her accessories were gold, and her peep-toe, purple ankle boots were sexy as hell. Gabby was a natural sister, and I love the way her wild curls would be all over her head, but her hair was now straightened with curls hanging past her shoulders.