Married to a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “Lunch is ready,” I announced making a pitcher of strawberry lemonade and setting it on the table along with the other items.

  Before we could sit down, Lala was already stuffing food in her mouth.

  “Slow down,” Cinnamon laughed pouring herself a glass of the lemonade.

  “Girl, I am hungry.” Lala waved Cinnamon off.

  “Heffa, you always hungry,” I laughed.

  Everyone was sitting at the table, enjoying lunch and having good conversation, except Lisa. She just sat there dressed in a sweat suit. It was one hundred and three degrees outside so I know her ass was burning up. The faraway look that was on her face had me feeling bad for my friend. She held no emotion as she huffed on her fourth blunt of the day.

  “Lisa, you need to eat,” I urged her.

  “I’m not hungry.” She rolled her eyes.

  “I know, but you should at least try to eat. Smoking all day is not good for you.

  “Why are you here anyway?” Lisa asked catching me off guard.

  “I’m your friend, Lisa. Friends are there for each other in their time of need.”

  “My friend?” she laughed. “My only friend is Lala.”

  “Lisa, chill out,” Lala said.

  “No Lala, I want to know why she is here. Ever since Stacks and Ralph decided to partner up with them niggas, it’s been nothing but problems so again I ask why are you here?”

  “Lisa, that’s not fair,” Cinnamon jumped in.

  “Shut the fuck up, ain’t nobody talking to you!” Lisa snapped.

  “Lala, we’re about to go,” I said grabbing my things. I wasn’t sure where all of this was coming from, but I decided to remove myself before our friendship was severed.

  “Tell your husband I’m coming for that ass,” Lisa spat. “I know that snake ass nigga did this to him.”

  “Is this what all of this about?” I asked.

  “Yes, it’s because of your hoe ass I lost my baby and my stepson; because you couldn’t keep your legs shut, my man is fighting for his life,” Lisa huffed.

  “I’m a grown woman, who I choose to fuck is my fucking business. I cannot be held responsible for my EX-HUSBAND’S actions! If I didn’t care for your ass, I wouldn’t be here cooking, cleaning, and washing your fucking clothes! Next time you want to lash out on somebody, make sure you get all your facts together. You got the right fucking one!” I yelled getting in her face.

  “Get the fuck out of my face,” Lisa said placing her gun on the table.

  “Whoa, Lisa baby, calm down.” Lala jumped between us.

  “Let her use it Lala, she thinks holding in all this anger is going to bring RJ and the baby back, but it’s not! You need to be focusing on being there for Ralph when he wakes up. You’re the only mother Riley has, and look how you around here acting. You basically put her off on Terri while you sink into depression. That little girl needs you now more than ever, but look at you, a mess,” I spat.

  I could have sworn I saw tears in Lisa’s eyes, as she got up and walked into the house. Lala grabbed the gun and emptied the bullets out of it.

  “Honey I’m sorry, she’s not herself,” Lala apologized for Lisa.

  “It’s cool. See you later ma,” I shrugged, giving her a hug.

  Cinnamon and I both walked out together and got in our cars, both with the intentions of going home. After watching Cinnamon’s car pull out of the driveway, I followed behind her then went to Terri’s house to pick up my son. Terri and my relationship, was gradually improving. She took a liking to Rob Jr. and always wanted him around.

  When I got there, I spotted Riley playing with her dolls on the porch.

  “How are you Riley?” I asked taking a seat next to her.

  “I’m good.” She smiled as she resumed playing with her dolls.

  The grief counselor she was going to was starting to help. I could see the sparkle in her eyes returning. She was learning to deal with death and I admired her strength.

  “I’m worried about Lisa,” she said.

  “Lisa is going to be ok, give her some time.

  “Grams said the same thing.”

  “Your grandma is right; you have to be there for Lisa, she doesn’t have super powers like you.”

  “I have super powers?” Riley asked.

  “Yes, you do. You have strength and not a lot of people have that.”

  “Maybe I can try to give Lisa some,” she said causing me to smile.

  “Riley, lunch is ready,” Terri said coming to the porch. “Hey Honey, you back so soon?”

  “Yes, I came to get fat man.”

  “Aww, if I didn’t have to go to the hospital I would keep him,” she gushed.

  “It’s ok, I’ll bring him wherever.”

  “How’s Lisa?” Terri asked pulling me to the side.

  “She’s still the same… I worry about her. She lashed out and pulled a gun out on me,” I whispered.

  “Give her some time; she’s just taking this hard as hell, that’s all.”

  “I can take Riley with me if you want,” I suggested.

  “That’s ok; Lala is picking her up for the weekend.”

  “Ok, well thanks again Terri, I’ll talk to you later.” I grabbed Rob Jr.’s things and placed him in his car seat. After securing his car seat in the back seat of my Hummer, I waved goodbye as I pulled off.

  “Ohhh Robbie, your butt is funky,” I cooed as we walked inside the house.

  I passed Cole who was in his office on the phone, as I headed upstairs to Rob Jr.’s room. I laid him down on the dark-brown changing table, and proceeded with changing his diaper.

  “Damn man, you stunk up this room,” Cole said as he walked in the room behind me.

  He wrapped his hand around my waist, as he looked over my shoulder at Rob Jr. After I was done changing his diaper, Cole grabbed him and walked out of the room. It was a blessing how Cole loved Rob Jr. as if he were his own. He always pressured me into adopting him and changing his name, but it didn’t feel right. Despite the situation, Rob was still Jr.’s father and I couldn’t just write him off. I knew he was the calling with a blocked number, which is the only reason I didn’t change my number. Don’t get me wrong, I was very much in love with Cole and I had no desire to be with Rob, but it wouldn’t be fair to Rob Jr. not to make an effort to keep his biological father in his life.

  After cleaning up the house and taking a much-needed bubble bath, I walked into our room only to see Cole knocked out, with a sleeping Rob Jr. lying on his chest. Picking the baby up, I placed him in his room, and then got in bed.

  “How was your day?” Cole asked moving close to me.

  “It was interesting.”

  “How so?”

  “Lisa pulled out a gun on me.”

  “She did what?!” He turned facing me. “Why?”

  “She feels as if I’m responsible for everything that went down.”

  “Mmm,” Cole replied closing his eyes.

  “What you trying to say?” I quizzed.

  “Nothing man, go to sleep.”

  “Don’t hold your tongue; you’ll get bad breath. So speak up.”

  “Honey, please man, I ain’t got time for this shit!”

  “You think I’m responsible for this shit too, don’t you?”

  “I thought about it.”

  “You thought about it? Really Cole?”

  “Honey go to sleep, I ain’t got time to go back and forth with you.”

  “I can’t believe this shit!” I huffed.

  “Do you know who has been calling you privately? And don’t lie to me,” Cole asked with his back turned towards me.

  “I have nothing to do with what Rob did, if that’s what you’re implying.”

  Cole didn’t reply, he just got out of bed, got dressed and left the house. I tried calling him, but he only turned his phone off. I waited up for him until six in the morning, but he never returned. Grabbing his pillow, I held onto it while I cried myself to sleep.

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nbsp; Chapter 4

  Stacks

  The streets weren’t making any noise about who was behind the shooting that killed my nephew and landed Ralph in the situation that he was in. Lisa and I have been painting the city red, dropping bodies like flies, and we were still unable to solve the mystery. Lisa was sure that it was Rob, but I needed proof. I knew Rob’s motive for shooting Cole, but why would he come back for Ralph? And even if he did do it, it was as if that nigga had disappeared off the face of the earth.

  Hearing the doctors tell me that Ralph was suffering more than he was recovering, fucked me up in the head. The doctor felt that we should stop his suffering by pulling the plug, but we weren’t ready to accept that yet. I didn’t want to bury my nigga, so I was determined to leave his ass hooked up to the computers and machines.

  I said that I’ma ride for my motherfucking niggas,

  Most likely I’ma die with my finger on the trigger

  I been grinding outside, all day with my niggas

  And I ain’t going in, unless I’m with my nigga

  My nigga, my nigga

  My nigga, my nigga

  My nigga, my nigga

  My nigga, my nigga

  YG’s “My Nigga” was on repeat as I smoked blunt after blunt, throwing back bottles of Hennessey. Thoughts of burying Ralph, like I had to burry my brother, pained me. I was not ready to say goodbye to the only loyal nigga I had on my team.

  “Bruh you good?” Chad asked walking in my office.

  “I’m straight,” I replied turning the stereo off. “You smoking?” I asked offering him the blunt.

  “I’m good,” Chad declined.

  “I need to ask you something.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “You think Rob is behind this?”

  “Rob been my nigga for a minute. He don’t go around killing or shooting at motherfuckers for no reason. If he did do it, there’s a reason behind it.”

  “You ain’t answer my question,” I said eyeing him.

  “You never know what people are capable of. To answer your question, I don’t know.”

  “What about you, do you have a motive?” I asked taking a pull of my blunt.

  “How will I benefit from killing Ralph? We all eating off the same plate.”

  “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.”

  “Stacks, I’m eating, I’m straight for life. I could leave the game right now and still have enough money to take care of my great, great, great grandchildren, so miss me with that man.”

  “What if Rob is behind this?”

  “Do what you got to do. Yeah, that nigga’s my boy, but he’s a grown man,” Chad replied taking the blunt from me. I could tell he was in a fucked up situation.

  “When you joined forces with us, this became your family.”

  “I understand.”

  “A’ight, I’ll get up with you later.” I nodded my head dismissing him.

  Chad was as real as it came; I just wanted to pick his brain to see where his head was at. It was always the ones that were close to you that betrayed you in the end. I didn’t put anything past anyone. I knew Chad felt obligated to us because we were now working together; however, he still wanted to remain loyal to Rob because that was his right hand.

  “Baby you good?” Lala asked walking in with a plate of food.

  The aroma of the Spanish rice, smothered chicken, and fresh baked rolls filled the room, but I wasn’t hungry. To make Lala happy, I took a few bites of the chicken and pushed the plate to the side. I pulled Lala close to me and rubbed on her belly.

  “Everything is going to be ok,” she softly whispered.

  “I can’t lose him, that’s my only brother. He is all I got left.” I wrapped my arms around Lala’s waist and buried my head in her belly.

  “You have to remain positive baby,” she said running her hands through my waves.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you more daddy.” She straddled my lap and slipped me her tongue.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned as our tongues communicated with one another.

  I pulled her shirt over her head, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger. She inhaled a sharp breath as she threw her head back. Snaking my teeth in her exposed skin, I sucked on her neck until I was sure I left a few hickies. She fumbled with my pants buckle, until she was able to free my erection.

  Sliding down to her knees, she gathered spit in her mouth and allowed it to drip down the head of my dick. Before the saliva could reach my balls, she made her mouth a vacuum and slurped it up, causing my toes to curl. I rested my head back and allowed my wife to suck all my frustrations out of me. Lala stuffed my whole dick and balls in her mouth, then tightened her throat muscle around it causing my dick to swell in delight. I could feel my nut build up and I tried to pull out, but she locked her lips around me.

  As if she was sealing an envelope closed, she licked the sides of my dick with so much spit it started to drip down my dick. Lala knew I love my head real sloppy, so she was making it real nasty. Right before I could catch my nut, she snatched her shorts off and jumped on my dick.

  With her hand gripping the back of the chair, Lala rode me nice and slow to her own beat. She would let all the way up then slide down my dick, while rotating her hips in a grinding motion. The feeling alone had me biting the inside of my jaw in pleasure.

  I was never the type that liked to cum first, so I lifted her up and sat her on my face. I snaked my tongue in and out of her, as if I was preparing to give her a pap smear. My tongue made love to her insides causing her love juices to run down the sides of my mouth. I covered her whole with my lips and sucked her dry, while using my thumb to tease her clit.

  “Oh fuck daddy!” she moaned, as she began riding my face. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she panted as I latched on to her clit. Her clit became hard as a brick as I teased it with my tongue. Moments later, I felt her body shake and a gush of liquid hit the back of my throat.

  I placed her on all fours on my desk and rammed my dick in her. Gripping her ass cheek with one of my hands, I used the other to gently choke her as I fucked her.

  “Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Lala called out, holding on to the edge of my dick for dear life.

  When I felt her wet my dick with her second orgasm, I flipped her over and placed both of her legs on my shoulders. Digging deep in her guts, I bent down and shared a passionate kiss with her before going back to work. Her stomach muscles tightened so I knew she was about to cum again. I pulled my dick out, dropped to my knees and ate her third orgasm out of her.

  Sliding back in her, she tightened her pussy around my dick causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

  “Damn Lala, do that shit,” I coached, as she began throwing that pussy back at me.

  “Fuck, I’m about to nut up.” I closed my eyes feeling a wave of pleasure take over me.

  My wife had pussy that you couldn’t find on the streets. After fucking up so many times, I was finally able to get it right, and to be honest, no bitch had the ability to make me stray. Everything I wanted in a woman was right here in front of me, and the only way I was leaving her side was if I was getting buried six feet under.

  “UHHHHHHHHHHH,” I roared as I held on tightly to Lala’s waist.

  I rammed my dick in and out of her, watching my cream covered dick disappear in her. When I was unable to take it anymore, I shot my cum in her with such force that she almost flew off the desk.

  “Damn bae, your old ass still got that dope dick,” she joked.

  “And that pussy is still worth me killing over.” I smacked her on the ass.

  “You think you can handle another round?” she teased walking to the bathroom I had in my office.

  “What, you trying kill me for the insurance money?” I asked following her.

  “Maybe,” she winked, dropping to her knees and swallowing my dick again.

  Chapter 5

  Lisa

  What Honey said to me was like a w
ake-up call. I knew I was wrong for coming at her the way I did, but I was hurting more than anyone could imagine. Today I decided to get myself together because Riley was depending on me. I woke up and made breakfast, which consisted of turkey sausage, turkey bacon, toast, cheese eggs, and hash browns. I pulled some yellow flowers from my garden and placed it in the middle of the perfectly set table for two.

  “Riley baby, it’s time for breakfast.” I gently shook her awake.

  “I’m coming mommy,” she smiled.

  Riley calling me mommy didn’t bother me at all; in fact, it warmed my heart. When she was done washing her face and brushing her teeth, she joined me for breakfast. After saying grace, we sat down and began to demolish our plates.

  “How do you feel about dancing?” I asked Riley, while sipping from my glass of water.

  “I would love to dance,” she beamed.

  “How about you come down to the studio today and I can put you on the competition team?”

  “Really?”

  “Yes really.”

  “Yay!” she cheered jumping up and down.

  “Go get ready; your dance clothes are on your dresser.”

  “K,” she replied running towards her room.

  Dancing was a great escape for me, so I figured she could use it as one as well. While Riley got dressed, I went to the bathroom to take a nice, long shower. Drying myself off in the mirror, I frowned at how small I had gotten. I still had my curves, but you could tell that my weight was definitely down. I made a mental note to hit up Terri for one of her famous, Sunday dinners.

  Dressed in a pair of yellow and black Nike tights, the matching sports bra, and a pair of yellow and black Nike Shocks, I pulled my hair into a bun and grabbed my bags.

  “You ready?” I asked Riley who was twirling in her mirror.

  “Yes ma.”

  I grabbed her hand and we made our way to my dance studio. When we arrived, Derrick, one of my instructors, was showing the competition team a dance routine.

  “Derrick, I got them, go make sure the baby dancers got their act together,” I smiled handing him a cup of coffee.

  “Looks who’s back.” He hugged me. “How are you?”