When Bae's a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  I wanted to reply and tell him that wasn’t the case, but my mouth was dry. My heart was heavy as I felt my whole world crash right before my eyes. This was normal, though; I could never win for losing. Every time something good happened to me, five bad things happened in an attempt to fuck up all the good in my life.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I’m forced to call security,” the doctor said.

  “Fuck you and security! You know what, fuck this shit. I’m out.” Mayhem kicked a few chairs over before storming out.

  “Mayhem, I need you!” I yelled out, but I knew my request fell on deaf ears.

  “As I was saying before the rude outburst, unfortunately, you lost the baby. I am so sorry for your loss and if you need someone to talk to, we have grief nurses that are available. I do want to keep you overnight to monitor your blood pressure since it’s not going down,” the doctor said, sounding like a robot.

  “Do you have any questions for me?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Tineah, you’re still young; you have your whole life to have more kids. Things like this happen all the time for various reasons. I know you’re hurt right now, but think of your angel smiling down at you from heaven and that should give you the strength you need to move on,” he sincerely said, patting my shoulder.

  When I didn’t respond, he offered me one more sympathetic look before walking out of the room. The moment the door closed behind him, I broke out into loud sobs. I know I was getting punished for all the fucked up shit I did in my past. The karma I was now receiving from killing Elias’ baby was now kicking my ass. I needed Mayhem, but I wasn’t sure what the future held for us after this.

  Mayhem

  I sat at my desk in my office with a bottle of pure white Hennessy, taking shots. I was on my second blunt; to say I was faded was an understatement. All I kept replaying in my mind were Tiny’s screams, all the blood, and the doctor telling me my baby didn’t make it. At the moment, I was blaming all this shit on Tiny. Had she followed orders and stayed her ass home, she’d still be carrying one of my babies.

  Experiencing the loss of two kids back to back was fucking my head up. When I lost one of my twins, I was hurt, but was still able to move on because I still had a baby on the way. With both of them being dead, I didn’t know how I was going to recover from this.

  Back to back, my mom, Ramsey, Maleek, and Emma took turns blowing my phone up. Turning my phone off, I tossed it across the room and poured me another shot. Mindy was already under strict orders to not let anyone know I was here in my office. Alone time was something I needed at the moment.

  “Boss man, you good?” Mindy asked, walking into my office.

  “I’m straight,” I slurred.

  “No, you’re fucked up,” she chuckled.

  For the first time, I really paid attention to Mindy. She was dressed in a tight, royal blue dress with a pair of mustard colored pumps on her feet. Her makeup was done to perfection and her hair looked as if she’d just walked out of the hair salon. Licking my lips, I continued to allow my eyes to roam freely.

  “If you’re not going to put yourself to use by rolling me up another joint, then get the fuck out of here!” I spat.

  “You don’t need another joint,” Mindy replied.

  “How the fuck you gon’ tell me what I need? I just lost my fucking baby, so shut the fuck up with all that,” I hissed.

  “I’m sorry to hear that, Mayhem,” Mindy sadly said, as she grabbed my weed box.

  I watched as she grabbed the bud and broke it down. She then picked up the Backwood and split it open with one of her perfectly manicured fingers, dumping the contents in my trash bin. Pouring the weed in the wrap, she locked her full pouty lips around it, before sealing the blunt close. Once she was sure the blunt was nice and rolled, she handed it to me.

  “No drinking on the job,” I said, watching her take a shot of my Hennessy.

  “Technically, I’m off the clock.” she smiled.

  “What are you doing in here then?”

  “I just wanted to check in on you and make sure you’re good,” she replied.

  “I’m good.” I waved her off.

  “Are you sure?” she purred.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Well, I had a long day and I want to have some drinks,” she said, pouring herself another shot.

  Instead of putting her out like I should, I decided to fill my lungs up with some good smoke. Ignoring the fact that Mindy was in my office with me, I threw more shots down and puffed on the finest weed to ever touch South Florida.

  The more I thought about Tiny and her losing my babies, the more shots I took. Once my mind temporarily discarded the painful memory of losing my kids, I decided to put the bottle down. I walked past being fucked up a few shots ago; a nigga was leaning.

  I looked up through squinted eyes and I could see a thick female figure sitting across from me. Mindy looked at me with lustful eyes, licking her full lips. I may have been out of it, but I could still see the advances Mindy was trying to make.

  “You good, boss man?” Mindy asked, walking towards me.

  “I’m straight,” I slurred.

  “No, you’re not,” she giggled. “You could barely sit up straight.

  “You tripping, I’m good,” I said, closing my eyes.

  The room got silent, then the sound of my pants being unbuckled could be heard. My attempt to push her off of me failed since I was buzzed. Reaching for my gun, I froze when I felt her wrapping her wet mouth around my dick.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, as she sucked on the tip of my dick.

  I was stuck as she licked all over the head before running her thick tongue down my shaft. She stopped at my balls, licking them before gently sucking on them. Pre-cum oozed out of my dick with excitement as she opened her mouth wide and took in every inch of me. I was hitting the back of her throat with force, but she never gagged.

  Mindy made sure to tuck her lips over her teeth so she could top me off properly. She hummed as she deep throated me, causing the vibrations to shoot through my body, forcing my toes to curl. I didn’t want to enjoy this head as much as I was now, but the liquor and the weed had my judgment clouded. Even though I was mad at Tiny for the moment, I still had plans on taking my ass home.

  “This chocolate dick tastes soooo good,” Mindy cooed before allowing her saliva to slide from the tip of my dick down to my balls.

  Like a Hoover Vacuum cleaner, she sucked off all of her saliva, making the sexiest noises while she did it. Laying my head back, I grabbed hold of her head and held it mid-air as I fucked her throat.

  “Fuck,” I groaned when she tightened her throat muscles around my dick.

  “Take all this dick down your throat! Eat this shit since you wanted it so bad,” I demanded, as I pumped faster.

  I could feel my knees start to get weak as my nut built up. The louder she moaned as I fucked her mouth, the closer I got to wetting the back of her throat.

  “Uhhhh fuck!” I yelled as I pulled out and allowed my nut to cover her face.

  Instead of tripping, she used her fingers to smear it all over her face as if it was a mud mask. Taking those same fingers she sucked my nut off of, she then laid back and started playing with her pussy. I sat back and enjoyed the free freak show Mindy was putting on.

  “Come fuck this pussy, daddy,” she begged, as she rubbed on her swollen nub.

  “Nah,” I replied, feeling myself sober up a bit.

  “I’m going to be sick,” I said, holding onto my stomach.

  I must have drunk over my limit because I was doubled over, throwing everything up.

  “Mayhem, are you ok?” Mindy asked, rushing over to me.

  “I’m good.” I pushed her away.

  Locating my phone, I sent a text to Ramsey so he could come pick me up.

  “Do you need anything?” she asked.

  “Yes, I need you to clean this mess up,” I ordered.

  Getting
myself together, I went to the bathroom and washed my face and rinsed my mouth out. Once I was done straightening myself up, I locked all of my files in my cabinet and made my way to the back of the club to wait on Ramsey.

  “Boss man, you need anything?” one of my bartenders asked me.

  “Yes, let me get a Ginger ale,” I replied.

  I was still faded, but I was now more aware of everything.

  “Here you go,” he replied, sitting the canned drink along with a cup of ice in front of me.

  “Call Hubert for me,” I said, as I poured the soda into my cup.

  “Yes, sir.” the bartender nodded before walking away.

  A few minutes later, Hubert came walking my way. Hubert was one of the best armed security guards I had on my team. He was a ruthless nigga with nothing to lose. If the price was right, he’d get rid of someone’s entire family tree without blinking an eye.

  “You called?” Hubert asked.

  “Yes, I have Mindy in my office, cleaning up; keep an eye on her for me,” I said.

  “Sure thing. Anything else, boss man?”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  “You sure? You need a ride home? You look fucked up,” he chuckled.

  “Nah, Ramsey should be on his way.”

  “Bet.” Hubert dapped me up before walking away.

  Placing my head on the table, I closed my eyes and waited for Ramsey to come through.

  “Wake yo’ bum ass up!” Ramsey snapped, shaking me.

  “Chill out, man,” I growled.

  “Who told yo’ ass to get fucked up? You a wanted man right now,” he chuckled.

  “Who? Ma?” I quizzed.

  “Hell yeah. She ready to stick her whole foot up yo’ ass for dissing Tiny like that.”

  “Man, I’m not really on there like that. Swing me by my apartment so I can sleep this shit off,” I requested.

  “You mean to tell me you not going back to the hospital? They admitted Tiny because of her blood pressure.”

  “She good?” I asked.

  “Yeah, she straight, just a lil fucked up in the head about losing the baby.”

  “I’m fucked up in the head too,” I admitted.

  “I already know.”

  “I did some fucked up shit. I need some time to clear my mind, fool.”

  “What did you do?” Ramsey questioned.

  “I got so fucked up, then Mindy’s ass came in my office. Next thing I know, I’m face painting her ass with my nut.” I shook my head.

  “Mayhem cheating on Tiny? Say that shit ain’t so,” Ramsey chuckled.

  “It ain’t so. That shit happened one time and all she did was swallow this dick. I didn’t even fuck her ass,” I replied.

  “Damn. You all kinds of fucked up. Let’s go, nigga. I’m tryna face paint my bitch too,” he laughed.

  “Fuck you,” I replied, following behind him.

  Maleek

  A nigga woke up feeling good this morning. Both me and my son’s surgeries went well and today was the day they were finally releasing him. He ended up staying in the hospital a few days longer than expected due to some complications, but he was going home now and that was all that mattered.

  “What are we going to do when it comes to the living arrangements?” I asked Stacy.

  “I guess you can have him every other weekend,” she said.

  “You mean to tell me I get my son twice a month and in order for me to have him, he has to ride a plane back and forth? That’s bullshit.”

  “What do you want me to do, Maleek? Pack up my life and move back to the sunshine state?” she asked.

  “I don’t give a fuck where you move, I just want my son,” I replied.

  “You want custody of my baby?” she asked with the meanest mug on her face.

  “Why not? I have custody of my daughter. I could raise both of them together in the same household,” I replied.

  “Just because your fiancé slipped up and caught a charge does not mean I am going to give you my son!” she yelled.

  “Lower your damn voice!” I snapped.

  We were in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for MJ to get the last of his labs before we took him home.

  “Maleek, we can figure this out, but I am not giving you full custody of my son,” she sternly replied.

  The way she placed her hands on her hips had me taking in her new curves. Stacy was always a baddie, but the weight MJ put on her had her looking sexy as fuck. She was always wearing those tight ass leggings whenever she came around just so I could look at her fat ass. I didn’t care what front Stacy tried to put on with being engaged, I knew she still had love for the kid.

  “If I wanted to take MJ from you, I could,” I spat.

  “Everything isn’t about money!”

  “It was when you decided to take the money and leave me!”

  No matter how much I tried to front, that shit fucked me up. The fact that it was easy for Stacy to walk away from me for some bread had me looking at her ass differently.

  “That was in the past, Maleek; stop living in it. I get it, I hurt you and I’m sorry,” she sighed.

  “You ain’t hurt shit.”

  Before she could respond, the doctor was calling us back into the room.

  “Everything with MJ is good to go. Here is all the medicine he is going to need; make sure he takes them until the end. MJ may seem a little sluggish now, but it’s only temporary. In a few days, he should be back to his normal, six-year-old active self,” the doctor said.

  “Thank you, doctor.” Stacy smiled with a few tears sliding down her face.

  “You’re welcome. The nurse will be in in a few to give you his discharge papers, instructions, and medications. Good luck.”

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  A few minutes later, the nurse came in with a folder and a wheelchair. She explained everything to us before giving Stacy a paper to sign, stating that she understood everything. I left to bring the car around while the nurse wheeled MJ down to the pick-up area.

  “Go to the hotel, get y’all stuff, and check out; I’m not leaving my son there,” I said to Stacy.

  “Where are you taking him?” she asked.

  “To my house. I’ll send you the address so you can meet us there,” I replied.

  “Maleek, I am not about to stay in the house that you and your fiancé lived in,” she fussed.

  “Don’t even play me like that; I own multiple houses,” I replied.

  I was in love with the flipping houses industry. I would buy old houses, rundown ones, fix them up and sell or rent them out. Flipping houses was somewhat similar to flipping bricks, which was why it was something I was good at doing.

  “Excuse me.”

  “You’re excused. I’ll send you the text in a bit.”

  “Be careful with my baby,” she said, as I got in the car and drove off.

  When I got to my house that I purchased a while back that was located across the street from my mom’s house, I turned the radio off so I could have a word with MJ.

  “MJ.”

  “Yes, dad.”

  “Remember your little sister I was talking to you about?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you ready to meet her?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he smiled. “I would rather have a little brother, but I guess a sister is ok.”

  “She may be a girl, but she likes to do boy stuff,” I chuckled.

  Jamie had dolls, but she would prefer to play basketball, ride bikes, and get dirty. Sometimes she would get annoyed with the twins because they always wanted to play dress up and have tea parties. When all of the kids went over to my mom’s house, you would find Jamie in the dirt, playing with Mace.

  “Hey, MJ,” my mother smiled, giving him a hug.

  “Hey, Grandma,” MJ replied.

  In the short time that we’ve known about MJ, he seemed to warm up to everyone. He didn’t ask any questions, he just accepted everyone’s role in his life with a smile. Stac
y didn’t have much family, so to have all of my family around him made him feel good.

  “I spent a week fixing up your room, are you ready to see it?” my mother asked.

  “Yes,” MJ beamed, as he followed her into the house.