Fallin' For a Boss 4

by Lucinda John

  “Dressed like that?” I asked sizing her up in a pair of tights and a crop top.

  “Yes like this!” she replied bending over and making her ass clap.

  “Fuck around and get that studio shot up.”

  “Ralph just chill, I’m just going to hold auditions for choreographers. I’mma be dancing so I need to be comfortable.”

  “Fuck with me,” was all I said.

  I watched as she gathered all of her things and left the house.

  “You ready to go see your crazy ass mama?” I said to my two-month-old causing him to smile.

  It’s been a month since I took him from his mother and she has been blowing me up begging to see him. I was starting to feel bad for keeping him from her so I decided to take him over there. I had to have a serious talk with her first to let her know I wasn’t going to tolerate that shit.

  Placing the baby in his car seat, I got in and headed over to Kandi’s. I dug in the flower pot for the key and opened the front door. The smell of Pine Sol smacked me in the face letting me know that she was somewhere around the house cleaning.

  “Ayo Kandi,” I called out placing the car seat on the table.

  She came out from the bathroom dressed in a pair of too short, shorts and a tight tank top. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from staring to hard. She still had some of that baby fat on her, but it was doing her body real good.

  “Oh look at mama’s big boy,” she cooed, picking the baby up from the car seat. “Look, you got so big!”

  I sat on the couch and watched her play with him. Guilt started to sink in as I felt like shit for keeping the baby from her. It wasn’t like she was a bad mother or anything, she was really good with him, but she had to learn how to stay in her lane as a baby mama. She was going to have to respect the fact that Lisa was about to be my wife and that the stunt she pulled was not cool.

  “Kandi go put the baby down, he sleep. You’re about to spoil him.”

  “I know, it’s just that I missed him so much,” she said getting up and walking him to his room.

  When she was done, she came back in the living room and took a seat in the chair across from me.

  “Thank you,” she softly spoke.

  “I have to talk to you. That shit you pulled the other day wasn’t cool at all. What if Lisa would have believed I was in here fucking you for real and decided to leave me?”

  “I know and I’m sorry. I just wanted to have you all to myself. I wanted to do this family thing. I thought that’s what you wanted,” she said dropping her head.

  “Whether we’re together or not, we are go to be a family just not the type that you want. I’m sorry but I love Lisa and that’s who I’m tryna grow old with. I’mma always be here for you and my son, but you gotta dead any thoughts of us being together because it’s not going to happen.”

  “I know,” she began sobbing, making a nigga feel like shit.”

  “Yo, cut that crying mess out,” I said sitting next to her. “You gon’ find that dude that’s gon rock for you on some real shit, that’s just not me,” I said wrapping my arms around her.

  “Yeah I know. Until I find him, will you still supply me with dick?” she said causing me to let her go.

  “Kandi, man…”

  “Shhhh,” she said dropping to her knees in front of me.

  “This ain’t gon’ work,” I said pushing her off.

  “Why? I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut,” she said reaching for my belt buckle. “Let me just taste it daddy,” she moaned, licking her lips causing my dick to twitch.

  In one swift motion, she undid my pants and swallowed my dick whole. Groaning, I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I know I should have stopped her, but I was thinking with the wrong head. Sucking in a deep breath, I unloaded in her mouth then got up. Once I was fixing my pants, I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her into the wall.

  “I swear if you go popping out the mouth about this I’mma fuck you up and take Raphael away from you for good. You hear me?”

  “Yes daddy,” she smiled licking her lips.

  Letting her go, I went to go check on my son before leaving. I went to the house to take a quick shower before going by Lisa’s studio. The last thing I needed was for her to take a whiff of Kandi’s perfume. When I made it to the building that Lisa’s dance studio was in, I parked behind her car and got out.

  Walking inside of Phenomenal Dancerz, I was impressed. It was a two-story dance studio that was laced out with nothing but top-of-the-line equipment. The bottom floor was the regular studio and the second floor was decked out with a whole bunch of mirrors and stripper poles.

  I spotted Lisa dancing her heart out as she showed the choreographers she was auditioning the dance routine. The same passion she held for dancing was the same passion I had for hustling. With every dance move she hit, I could feel the passion radiate off her body. As she was dancing we made eye contact. Winking at her, I nodded towards her office and took a seat inside.

  A few minutes later she walked in with a towel in her hand drying off her sweat.

  “Sup bae,” she said reaching over her desk to kiss me.

  “I see you doing ya thing out there,” I said picking her up and sitting her on my lap.

  “You know how I do,” she smiled wrapping her arms around my neck. “How did it go dropping the baby off?” she asked.

  “Surprisingly good. She wasn’t on that crazy shit.”

  “Good, ‘cause Nina was about to come out of retirement real quick,” she laughed.

  “My gangsta bitch.” I grabbed her bottom lip and began sucking on it. “But bae, I’m about to fly out to Flint. I should be back late tomorrow afternoon.”

  “You going to go get your brother?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You need me to ride witcha?”

  “Nah bae, you good. Handle this, I’ll be back.”

  “Mm, well at least let me take you back to the shower room and give you a ‘see you later’ gift,” she replied winking.

  “Lead the way sexy.”

  We made love on every inch of that shower room before Lisa dropped me off to the airport. Kissing her goodbye, I boarded my flight back to my old hood. It’s been a minute since I walked the streets of my old hood. Parking the rental in front of my sperm donor’s house, I spotted Cole outside in a rotation with some block niggas.

  “What’s good boy?” I said grabbing the joint from my brother’s hand.

  “Oh shit nigga, what’s good?” Cole replied dapping me up.

  “Nothing homey. Come holla at ya big bruh real quick,” I said passing the blunt to one of the lil’ niggas he was on the block with.

  We walked over to the Acura I rented from Enterprise. Cole leaned against it, fixing the laces to a brand new pair of Jordans.

  “What you doing in these neck of the woods?” Cole asked.

  “I came to see about you.”

  “What about me?” he asked.

  “Mama said you out here running around with the wrong crowd of niggas.”

  “Man, fuck yo mama. Fuck wrong with that hoe?”

  WHAM! WHAM!

  I hit his ass with a two piece for disrespecting our mother.

  “When you talk about OUR mama, talk about her with respect. Fuck wrong with you?”

  “Nigga, that ain’t my mama that’s yours,” he said pulling up his True Religion jeans and throwing up his set.

  “You tryna go there with a nigga?” I asked getting in my fighting stance.

  Instead of replying, he threw a two piece, dazing me. I came back with a few blows of my own as we duked it out like boxers in a heavy-weight fight. A crowd began forming around us as we went at it punch for punch. I had to give it to my little brother; he had some means hands on him.

  “Break this shit up!” I heard someone say as I was being grabbed.

  Turning around I was face to face with the nigga that left my mother and
I high and dry. I hit his ass with a mean one knocking him down to his ass. Mugging his ass, I jacked up my brother and pushed him to the side.

  “Now that you got that pressure off your chest, it’s time to talk money,” I said spitting blood.

  “I’m listening,” he replied still mugging.

  “I’m in Miami doing big things. I want you to come down and be a part of that with me. You’ll be seeing more money than you do nickel and diming out here with these little ass nigga.”

  “That’s your word?” he asked raising his brow.

  “That’s my word,” I replied pulling him in for a hug. “Get what you think you need and let’s go.”

  He jogged into the house to go pack his things.

  “So you think you can just come here and take my son away from me?” my sperm donor asked.

  “Nigga, get the fuck out of my face before I end you,” I said lifting my shirt, exposing my gun.

  “That’s how you do it now? You pull a gun out on your father?”

  “My father? Nigga you don’t get the pleasure of calling yourself that. As far as I’m concerned my daddy is dead,” I replied getting in my rental.

  I watched as my brother had a few words with his father and then walked to the car. Before he could open the car and get in, a black boned chick dressed in a mini skirt, a pink and white Puma shirt, with some pink and white Pumas, blocked him.

  “So you gon’ up and leave without saying nothing to me?” she asked popping her gum.

  “Tashia man, I ain’t on that ma, I’m out.”

  “Don’t get mad when you get them child support papers in the mail.”

  “I’ll call you for that DNA test in nine months,” he said pushing her to the side and slamming the car door.

  “What was that about?”

  “Little thot claiming I blew her up.”

  “Did you?” I asked.

  “Nah nigga, I pulled out before I nutted in the condom, and I flushed that shit. I know better.”

  “My nigga,” I said dapping him up.

  The following morning we boarded a flight back to Miami. Lisa and mama were at the airport waiting for us when we landed.

  “Damn ma, what’s your name?” Cole said trying to mack Lisa.

  “Lisa Wilkerson,” she replied with a smile.

  “Ayy bra, this you?”

  “All me,” I replied grabbing a handful of Lisa’s ass.

  “Damn, if bitches in Miami this fine then I’mma enjoy living here,” he said looking at Lisa’s ass.

  “So you not gon’ speak to ya mama?” my mom said.

  “Last time I check I ain’t have no mama,” Cole replied taking a seat in the front seat.

  “I carried you for nine months! I went thought thirty-six hours of labor!”

  “But did you raise me? Okay then, shut the fuck up.”

  WHAM!

  My mama punched his ass upside the head causing his head to snap back.

  “Bi…”

  “Call me a bitch and get fucked up. I fight niggas. I pump iron just for a nigga to try me,” my mama said causing me to laugh.

  “Ralph, get your OG.”

  “Nigga, that’s your mama too,” I replied.

  “As I was saying nigga, you gon’ respect me or get fucked up!” my mama replied.

  “Yeah okay, kill the noise,” he said blasting the radio.

  Chapter 19

  Carla

  Sitting in my son’s nursery, I burst out in tears. He was supposed to be here lying in his bed, wearing the clothes I bought him, enjoying life. Instead, what was left of him was sitting in an urn. The day I lost my child was the day I lost my soul. If I didn’t want to destroy Stacks before, then I did now. I hated him for what he did and how he treated me.

  When I sent him an invitation to our son’s burial, he asked for a DNA test first. He had my son’s body laid out on ice until the results of the DNA test came back. When he told me that he was not attending because he was not my baby’s father, my heart crushed. I knew there was a small chance that Stacks didn’t father my son but I didn’t want to believe my doubts were true.

  While Stacks was at home enjoying their three children, I was here mending my broken heart. He didn’t even care enough to give me a courtesy phone call to check on how I was doing. After everything I did for him, this is how he decided to treat me. Everything was going to be okay though, because once I made him pay for all the grief he put my heart through, I would be the one sitting at the top of the throne.

  Leaving my son’s room, I walked into my massive walk-in closet in search of something to wear. Deciding on a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and a white and black blazer, I went into the bathroom to handle my hygiene. Once I was done, I got dressed and jumped in my midnight black Jaguar.

  Walking into the office of the sleazy hotel, I unbuttoned the top of my blouse displaying my full D-cups. Strutting over to the front desk, I rang the little bell that was on the counter and waited for someone to assist me. I smiled when I saw a dorky old man coming up to the counter.

  “How may I help you beautiful?”

  “My boyfriend left with the key to our room and I need to be let inside,” I answered licking my lips.

  I leaned over the counter giving him an eye full of my breasts, while batting my long eyes lashes.

  “Wha-a-a-at is your boyfriend’s name?” he stuttered.

  “Joey,” I smiled drowning him with my smile.

  “Room number?” he asked.

  “I was so drunk when I came in last night that I forgot.” I pouted my full lips. “Oops,” I said purposely dropping my keys. I hiked my dress up a bit displaying my fat ass before I reached down and picking them up.

  “Sorry, I’m so clumsy. What were you saying?” I asked running the side of his face with my finger.

  “U-u-uh nothing. Here’s the room key.”

  Pussy is power, I thought as I grabbed the keys from his hand and seductively walked out of the door. Reading the room number on the key card, I made my way to Joey’s room and opened the door. The door clicked. Walking inside, I was hit with a horrible stench.

  Plugging my nose, I walked in the room and opened up the curtain, giving the dark room light.

  “Rise and shine detective,” I said smacking him across the head.

  He jumped up with his gun pointed towards me.

  “If I were you I’d put that toy down,” I said taking a seat on the table, slowly crossing my legs.

  “What do you want?” he asked with his gun still trained on me.

  “I heard you were having your men spy on me so I came to you to personally ask what it is that you are looking for?”

  He just sat there looking at me as if I lost my mind. Reaching for the photo album, I flipped through the pages looking through the pictures.

  “It’s terrible what happened to you family,” I said with my eyes glued to Ashley’s face. “I lost someone I loved because of him too… my son. I didn’t even get a chance to really hold him, love him, or show him things that mothers are supposed to show their children. My son lived in my stomach for nine months, but didn’t even get the chance to deal with me for eighteen years. Just like you I want him to pay,” I said closing the album.

  “How can you help?” he finally asked.

  “I have a lot of information that will put Stacks away for a very long time. I also can help you getting rid of Lala. Whoever you hired to shoot up her house did a terrible job,” I smiled.

  “What’s in it for you?”

  “Besides revenge, I also need your men to back away from my father. I’ve seen you fishing around and I want it to stop. I want immunity for my family and I.”

  “I no longer work for the force.”

  “I know, but if you really want to be a hero and break this case then you’ll figure it out. Here’s my card. Don’t make me wait too long,” I said getting up. “Oh, and clean yourself up, yo
u stink.”

  I walked out of the room with a smile on my face. I knew Joey was going to take the bait, I mean he hated Stacks so why wouldn’t he? They were about to pay for everything I went through. Revenge was so sweet that it was beginning to taste so good.

  “RIP baby boy,” I said getting in my car and speeding off.

  Chapter 20

  Lala

  “Are you sure you’re able to handle all three of them?” I asked Anna.

  “Don’t patronize me, Lala. I do this for a living,” she said picking up a now two month old Amia from her crib.

  “I can always call Stacks to come pick up the twins.”

  “Baby, go on and have yourself a great time, you deserve some ‘me’ time.”

  “Okay,” I said walking up to my room to get dressed.

  Tonight I was finally allowing Jacob to take me out. We’ve been having phone conversations since the day I gave birth to Amia. Jacob lived in California, but was in town and decided that we should link up. At first I was hesitant, but now that Stacks and I were officially over, I had nothing to lose.

  I was finally dealing with the fact that things were over between us. He was a great father to his kids and we are doing great at co-parenting. I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t miss him, but there wasn’t anything that I could do. He was kicking it with that Staci chick and I wasn’t about to become number two to no bitch.

  Using my zebra-print wig brush, I brushed my long, straight hair that reached to the middle of my back. Due to the glow of my after birth, I didn’t need to apply any makeup. Running some Nude MAC gloss across my lips, I did a quick twirl in my mirror. I was looking sexy in a tight, black, wrap-around body dress, with a pair of black and gold Red Bottom pumps.

  “Oh my word!’ Anna exclaimed as I walked down the stairs. “You really tryna make Stacks lose his mind.”

  “I look that good?” I blushed.

  “Baby you look beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You sure you’re not moving too fast?”

  “It’s just a date. I’m not interested in pursuing anything with him. Plus, what am I going to do with a man living way in California?”

  “Ok baby, enjoy yourself.”