The Price of Loving A Boss

by Kia

  “And what about ya bro?” I asked.

  “If it makes you feel any better, I can put him in the car with my niggas,” he said, looking me up and down.

  “Better. Let me tell my girl I’m rolling with you so she can take my Lexus home.”

  “Oh, that was you in the Lexus?”

  “Yeah.” I smiled.

  “Damn, that’s yours or…”

  “It’s mine. Bitches out here getting money too,” I lied.

  “Bet, let me tell my niggas I’ll get with them later. I’ll meet you in my whip.”

  “Cool,” I said as I walked back to the front where Seeka was still in line.

  “What he say?” she asked.

  “Here, take my keys and go straight home. I’m ’bout to chill with Mazi.”

  “No, bitch, you ’bout to fuck Mazi,” she said as she moved up in the line.

  “Whatever. Don’t go nowhere in my mama’s whip. I don’t feel like hearing her mouth.

  “Bet.”

  “I’ll call you,” I said as I walked to Mazi’s whip.

  He let the doors slide up for me to get in. I’d never seen a door slide upward before, so you know I was on my groupie shit.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  He didn’t even let me put my seatbelt on before he was burning rubber out onto the main street.

  We ended up going right down the street to a trap house in Rego Park. I was slightly disappointed. I expected his place to match his car.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as we got out.

  “You live here?” I was scared. It looked like the house of Freddy Kruger.

  “Nah, this my homeboy’s trap house. Ain’t nobody here yet.”

  “Why we had to come to a trap house?” I asked with an attitude. My night was going sour really quick.

  “Where did you wanna go?”

  “I don’t know. Not to a trap, though.”

  “Okay, well let me grab some weed and we can go to my condo.”

  “Cool,” I said with a smile. That was more like it.

  “Damn, you got a fat ass,” he said as he palmed my ass. We walked inside and the doors wasn’t even locked.

  “Y’all don’t lock doors to a trap house?” I asked.

  “This my hood. We run this shit. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with us,” he boasted as he flipped the switch for the lights to come on.

  “Damn, Ron, why you ain’t let me know you was gonna be here?” Mazi asked with a hearty laugh.

  When he flipped the lights on, one of his homies was already on the couch getting some head while smoking a blunt. He looked way better than Mazi. Why the niggas in the clique always look better than the most popular nigga?

  “Turn the lights back off,” Ron said. The girl never stopped sucking dick. They must have just left the club because Ron still had his chain on.

  “Come on. The weed is upstairs,” Mazi said as he pulled me by the hand. “Turn that light off for me, too,” Mazi said when we reached the stairs. I was closer to the switch, so I turned it off.

  “It’s dark in here.”

  “You good, ma. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with you,” he said as we went up.

  When we got upstairs, we went to the first room. I supposed it was the master bedroom because it was big and had a bathroom in it. Mazi turned the lights on and locked the door. Then he walked to the closet and pulled out some weed and began to break it down. “You know how to roll?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Here.” He threw me a pack a Backwoods. “Roll this weed while I make this phone call.”

  “Cool.” He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I smelled the weed to see if it was any good, and it was. That shit was loud.

  By the time he was off the phone, I had rolled four blunts, but I slid two in my purse for later. “Damn, I might have to wife you, rolling blunts like this,” he said as he grabbed one of the two blunts and lit it. “You pop pills?” he asked.

  “Sometimes,” I lied. I had never popped a pill in my life.

  “Here, pop this molly with a nigga,” he said as he pulled a white pill out of his pocket and broke it in two. He swallowed one and gave me the other piece.

  “This molly weak,” I said after five minutes and it still hadn’t hit me.

  He laughed as he toked on the blunt. “Take a shot of this Patron with it.” He handed me a brand new, unopened bottle of Patron. These niggas had to be paid.

  “Cool,” I said as I took a sip.

  Before I knew it, I had put a dent in the bottle. I didn’t even notice how fucked up I was until he pulled the bottle away and told me to slow down. My head started to spin and I started feeling freaky. Too freaky.

  “What you doing?” he asked. I looked down and noticed that all of my clothes were off.

  “What? Who took my clothes off?” I asked.

  He laughed. “Ain’t nobody in this room but us. You don’t remember taking ya clothes off? You just did it.”

  “Nah,” I said.

  Next thing I knew, I was on my back with my legs on his shoulder getting pounded by his dick.

  “Damn, girl, bend over,” he said as he flipped me over with one swift motion. Then he pulled my thighs up to put me on all fours. “Shit,” he said as he fucked me. He must have been fucking me hard because I remember the headboard knocking hard as a mothafucka.

  “Yo, B, you must be ripping that pussy apart!” his homie yelled from downstairs.

  Mazi didn’t answer. He was steady fucking me.

  “You on birth control?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Good.”

  Then it was over.

  I plopped down on the bed and he plopped down on the side of me.

  We both had dozed off, but he kept waking up at random times to fuck me.

  The drugs and alcohol had worn off around six in the morning. The sun wasn’t even up, but my head was pounding. I looked over and saw that Mazi was gone, so I put my clothes back on and walked downstairs. It was mad niggas asleep everywhere. I looked outside and saw that Mazi’s whip was indeed gone.

  I ran back up the stairs to grab my purse and phone. That’s when I noticed that Mazi had left some money in my purse, but took the two blunts. All I could do was laugh to myself. I looked at my phone and saw that I had forty-six missed calls from my mom and Seeka.

  “Shit!” I said to myself.

  I called Seeka to come get me, but she didn’t answer.

  After blowing her phone up for so long, a dude came walking through the door. “My bad. Mazi in here?” he asked.

  “He left,” I said as I searched my purse for some Advil.

  “Yeah? You need a ride or something?” he asked.

  “Please?” I asked as I stood up.

  “Come on,” he said as he walked out. I grabbed my things and followed him outside to his Suburban truck.

  He dropped me off at Seeka’s house. I would later find out that he was Davinchi. But that’s not when we started fucking around. Davinchi knew everyone.

  When I got back home, my stepfather was pissed. Seeka had a small wreck in my mom’s whip, so I got in trouble for that. That’s the day I got put out. A few weeks later, I found out that Mazi had given me Chlamydia.

  ‘Til this day, I still can’t tell you how his dick felt.

  “Damn, ’bout time,” Skata said after I showered and put on a sun dress.

  “Whatever. You eat yet?” I asked her.

  “Nah. Let’s go grab a bite and hop in these streets. I wanna go to the block party later too,” she said.

  “Cool. But first, I need you to take me somewhere,” I said. I was off for the next week, and I would spend it being petty.

  “Where?”

  “To this hoe name Diamond’s house. I need to see if Davinchi over there.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Davinchi

  “She left? She off today, so where the hell did she go?” I asked my b
oy, Livingston.

  After waking up this morning, I went straight to Diamond’s house to see if she was still mad. I had hoped to have morning make-up sex, but she never answered, so I went to see if Rena had been dropped off and she had.

  “I don’t know. That’s none of my business. All I know is she dropped Rena off. Bye!” She slammed the door in my face. Ugly ass bitch.

  I walked outside and called her, just for her to forward my call. Even Red was gone. If Red was there, she woulda answered and started talking shit. But she didn’t. Where the hell could Diamond be? Like really? She was off, and didn’t know anyone hardly.

  My phone started to ring, but it wasn’t Diamond. It was just Pat. “What, Pat?” I asked with an attitude.

  “So, where did you go?”

  “What I tell you ’bout that shit, B?”

  “I missed you this morning.”

  “I’ll stop by later. You act right, I might keep my clothes over there,” I said as I looked around in confusion.

  “Really?” she asked in excitement. I really didn’t have a choice. My ma said I couldn’t live with her anymore, and it was looking like Diamond was seriously done with me.

  “Yeah. Let me hit you back though,” I said then hung up.

  “Ay, nephew, you got that dime sack?” the same junkie asked me.

  “Yeah, here,” I said as I went through my pockets and pulled it out for him. Then he slid me my money.

  “You looking for ya girl?” he asked as I began to walk off.

  I backed up. “Yeah. Why?”

  “She left earlier with some man.”

  “Did you know him?” I asked.

  “Nah, but he was in a Range Rover, and he brought her some Starbucks.”

  “What?” I asked with an attitude. What niggas was around this bitch bringing my bitch Starbucks? In a Range Rover?

  “That’s all I know, man,” he said.

  “Thanks, B.” I dapped him up and jogged to my whip.

  She had me fucked up. Wasn’t no nigga about to be bringing my bitch Starbucks but me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Diamond

  A week later…

  It was the first day of our counseling session and I was nervous. Gee had moved me closer to his penthouse, but the apartment was on 1st avenue. The thing I liked about Gee and Yazz is that they wasted no time. Red and I were in our new apartment three days after we signed our contracts. They told us not to move our old furniture because they had the place furnished for us already.

  Gee and I had been sticking to our no sex policy, but Yazz and Red had been getting it on. She loved our newfound positions as paid wives. Gee and I hadn’t even much spoken since then.

  Though we had our new furnished place, we still didn’t have cars. Gee and Yazz had informed us that the cars would come later on, when we were halfway through our counseling sessions. I asked why, and they said because they didn’t want us to get happy and skip town. They had no idea that they weren’t fucking with no scam ass bitches. We stuck to our guns all the time. That’s just how we were. But they didn’t care, so here I was waiting on Gee to pick me up while Red and Rena slept peacefully. Though it was weird to be doing this, I felt content knowing that Rena would be fine for the time being. I still had to figure out what I would do when this was over. Three years wasn’t a long time.

  As I watched them sleep, my new iPhone began to ring. It was Gee. “Hello?” I answered as I grabbed my shoes and key to the apartment.

  “Open the door. You didn’t hear me knocking, girl?”

  “Okay, hold on.” I hung the phone up.

  Our apartment was long, so I didn’t hear him. The front door and our bedrooms were far apart.

  “Morning,” he said as I let him in.

  Today, he sported some jeans and a plain white t-shirt. To compliment it, he had on a single gold necklace with a gold Rolex. When he walked past me, I smelled his fragrance. He smelled heavenly as always. Seemed like he got his hair cut every week because I could tell the cut was fresh.

  “Let me grab my purse and I will be ready.”

  “Cool. Where’s Rena?” he asked.

  “In the bed with Red. They’re both sleeping.”

  “Well enough. Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  I locked the door and we walked to the parking garage. Like always, he opened the door for me and shut it back before getting in. This was starting to depress me. How could I not have any feelings for such a wonderful guy? Or was I falling for potential?

  “How do you like your new place?” he asked as we drove off.

  “We love it. I really appreciate it,” I said.

  “It’s all good. Not as much as I appreciate you.”

  “No problem.”

  “I have a question,” he said.

  “Go for it.”

  “If you don’t mind me asking, but have you been having sex?”

  “Yes, but I’m on birth control,” I said.

  “I need you to get off immediately.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Remember? The baby.”

  “Ohhh, okay. That’s right. I will throw my bottle away today.”

  “Good. I made an appointment for the procedure to happen next month.”

  “You like to take charge, huh?” I asked.

  He always had everything planned out and taken care of. This was all new to me. Once again, too bad it wasn’t real. Even though I wanted this to be real, Gee was all about the business part. Like I said before, we hadn’t even much talked since the day I signed my contract.

  “It’s the way I came up. My mother raised my brother and me to be men. Real men.”

  “And what’s a real man to you?” I asked.

  “To me, a real man is someone who takes care of any and everything, and also protects woman. All women, not just his. Women are the mothers of our earth. In my country, we refer to you as Gods. Women are the only ones powerful enough to be the portal between the spiritual and physical. Meaning the only ones who can bring life onto this planet. Now if that isn’t a God, I don’t know what is. So Yazz and I were raised to protect the Gods and to keep them happy. Without women, there would be nothing. And I do mean nothing. That’s why I come off as a take charge guy to you. I’m trying to make this as comfortable as possible for you so I will do what I can to keep you happy and not stressed. I’m not like this with my brother or any other man. Only to women. Especially you for helping me and you barely know me. Even if it’s just for the money, thank you. ”

  Before responding, I thought about the Bryson Tiller verse in his hit song “Don’t.” Lord, please save him for me. Do this one favor for me.

  “It’s all good. So do you want a child? Or is this something that you’re doing for business?”

  “I would have liked to have one with Kasha, but she doesn’t want one right now. But I will treat this one no different than I’m supposed to. Business or not, I will count this as a blessing.”

  “Same here.”

  “I’m hoping to have a wonderful friendship brew out of this.”

  Friendship? I don’t want no fucking friendship. Hell, I want to have this baby natural, from your dick inside of me.

  “Diamond, you hear me?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Huh?”

  “I was saying that I was hoping to have a wonderful friendship brew out of this.”

  “Oh, yeah. I heard you. Same here,” I lied.

  The whole way to the office, we engaged in small talk about child birth and if I wanted to have a natural birth or a C-section.

  When we got to the building, I felt nervous. We actually had to have premarital counseling for this fake ass marriage. I didn’t even know this man. We had literally just met.

  “This way,” Gee said as he led me to the elevator.

  It took us to the top floor and stopped. He let me out first and led me down the hall. As we entered the door that had Ms. Lacey on it, I noticed that he and
I both had on jeans and plain white shirts. Though I had the money that he had given me, I valued the process of saving. Because ain’t no telling when I would need it again. Life just went like that with me. One day I would be on cloud nine, and the next day I was in NYC one step away from homeless.

  “Hello, I’ve been expecting you two,” a thick white woman said as we entered the door.

  She had curly hair and was built like a black woman. She was a bit taller than me.

  “Hello,” Gee and I said as we sat down. She made us fill out some papers before she carried on with anything else. Just questions about ourselves.

  “So, you want to get married, huh?” she asked, sitting across from us with a sheet of paper. I was now starting to feel awkward. Gee looked cool.

  “That’s it,” I said.

  “So, I will cut to the chase. You know what this is for, right?”

  “Yes. To make sure I’m not paying anyone to marry me for citizenship,” Gee said.

  She laughed. “Correct. So let me ask… are you really in love or do you really want to be here without being sent back?”

  Gee didn’t answer. He looked at me and smiled, giving me the chance to speak. “I’m here because I really want to be married,” I lied.

  “How does her mom feel about this?” she asked as she looked over at Gee.

  “I haven’t met her mom.”

  “Can I have a moment alone with your fiancée?” Ms. Lacey asked him. Gee agreed and stepped outside. “Why are you wasting my time?” she asked me.

  “Excuse me?”

  “On this paper, you put that your mother was dead. And he clearly doesn’t know that. When did you meet this man?” she asked.

  “A while ago.”

  “And when was this?”

  “I don’t know. Who remembers things like that?” I asked.

  “A woman in love.”

  “I am in love.”

  “So how’s Rena?” she asked.

  “How do you know Rena?”

  “It’s my job to do my research before you people come. I know more than you think. The only reason I’m not going to report you two is because I sympathize with your situation and I’m all for Lourdy’s future investments. I’m well aware that after your mother died, you took your sister, who is deaf, and came to New York. From the names on the lease that was just recently terminated, you came with a friend, and you two work as maids. The last house you worked on was Lourdy’s and that was almost two weeks ago. Your job said you and your friend, Mocha, haven’t been back since then. Do you really want to play dumb with me?” If she knew Red’s government name, then I knew she meant business.