When Bae's a Boss

by Lucinda John

  “No.” she quickly replied.

  “I have this feeling that Mace is not mine, maybe that’s why you moved from my family while you were pregnant with him or why you never brought him to see me. Despite my feelings Imma still take care of that lil nigga like he’s mine because he is. I swear if some fucked up shit come to light; I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in ya head.” I said breaking open my fortune cookie and tossing it in my mouth.

  “Sign the divorce papers ma, it’s a wrap.” I replied handing her a pen and sliding the folder in front of her.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.

  “I feel the disconnect, and I know you feel it too. We deserve to be happy, and this shit right here is torture . As long as you have my kids you’ll be straight, but I just can’t keep coming home and feeling like I don’t belong here. You removed our fucking wedding pictures from out bedroom and hung up some damn paintings shit wild right now, and I’m done.

  “I’m not signing them.” she snapped.

  “Oh really.” I replied removing my gun and placing it on the table. “We can do this the easy way, or I can shoot your ass and your blood sign the papers for you.” I sucked my teeth.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this shit.” she sobbed picking up then pen.

  “Macy sign the fucking papers. I’m sick of talking now you pissing me off.”

  “Fuck you!” she yelled. “I fucking hate you, I wish I never met your dumb ass!”

  “Are you done?” I asked still looking at the blank line where Macy’s signature belonged.

  “Oh God this can’t be happening to Me.” she dramatically yelled placing her hands on her heart. As comical as this scene was I was ready to take my ass to my new place, I wasn’t the one for the theatrics so I cocked my gun back and pointed at her.

  “Sign the fucking papers man. I’m tired as fuck, and I ain’t tryna argue with your rabbit ass.”

  Picking up on the seriousness in my voice, she jotted her name on the lines before throwing the pen at me. I wanted to jump up and wring her fucking neck, but I decided to let her have those. Never settle for anything in life, was what my fortune cookie read as I rose from the table with the signed divorce papers in my hand. I was no longer settling the next and last time I get married was going to be to someone I was in love with.

  Tiny

  “Why the fuck is she here?” I asked my grandmother while I grilled my good for nothing mama.

  “She needed a place to clean up so I told her to come.” My grandmother replied.

  “I don’t want this junky hoe around my son!” I yelled.

  “Elijah is at school Tineah, I would never do such a thing. Now lower you voice or you're more than welcomed to leave.” she sternly replied.

  “Why do you keep coming to her rescue?” I asked as I placed the last of the groceries up.

  “Everyone is worth saving. If I would have done more saving then neither of you would be in this predicament !”

  “Yeah ok, I’ll be by later to take Elijah to practice.” I said waving my grandmother off.

  She may have forgiven my mother, but I was nowhere near taking that step. It was because of her ass that I was so screwed up in the head. She took away my ability to love men without expecting them to hurt me in return. I degraded myself for money because she taught me that’s what you had to do in order to survive. My mother never told me the importance of staying in school or anything that could benefit me in life. I wasn’t shit, and I thanked my mother for making me that way. Now she was strung out on that white and expected me to forgive her. She could overdose on that shit she was sniffing for all I cared.

  “You ain’t gotta be so mean I am your mother.” she had the nerve to say to me.

  “Fuck outta here I ain’t got no mother, move!”

  “Don’t forget who taught you whatever it is you had to do to be able to afford that car, and all this shit you bringing up in here.” she chuckled showing off her burnt orange teeth.

  Five years ago my mother ended up hooking up with this young hustler who smoked up more product than he sold. He was lacing my mother properly giving her everything she wanted while introducing her to coke. When I called her out on it, she told me she was just having fun, now five years later she’s strung out and will do anything for her next hit. I was ashamed to say I came out of that skinny, coked out hoe that is why I didn’t want her around my son.

  “Fuck you bitch I got a fucking job, one that I ain’t gotta pop pussy to get paid!” I yelled at her.

  “Well, since you getting paid give me a couple dollars.” she smirked holding her frail hand out.

  “Go to hell you dumb bitch!!” I yelled storming off.

  Dealing with my mother had my blood pressure through the roof. I was so worked up and in need for something to calm me down. I started fidgeting in my seat until I decided to pull over to try and catch my breath. I remembered I had my hoe bag in my truck which had a bottle of pills I purchased a while back.

  Popping open the trunk I ran to my bag and unzipped it in anticipation of feeling the calmness that the pill would provide. Instead of my usual g-string, feminine product, extra pair of clothes and pills that I usually had in my bag there was a crimson red Lula mini dress with a pair of nude red bottom pumps next to them.

  I tossed the bullshit that was in that bag away, I meant what I said about that drug shit. Where this shit for our date tonight and make sure you clean yourself up nice for daddy, see you later.

  A real boss nigga!

  Reading the note over and over again I couldn’t help the goofy smile from appearing on my face. Just like that I no longer gave a fuck that my mother fucked up my day because Mayhem made it all better. I wanted to stop myself from falling for him to avoid getting hurt in the long run, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the sense of security he gave me.

  Closing my trunk, I got in my car and headed home. I was so hype for my date tonight that I decided to get a full day of pampering done. My excitement began winding down when I saw Neesha in my driveway. Ever since I quit the club and told her about me working for Mayhem she started acting shady. Mayhem was never her man she was all for Ramsey, she only wanted to fuck with Mayhem because Ramsey only wanted her to be his on-call dick sucker.

  “Hey best friend.” she called out with a smirk in her face.

  “What’s up girl.” I replied, making my way to my door. “Why you popping up without calling first?” I asked as I stuck my key in the door.

  “I didn’t know I had to call and ask permission to come over.” she frowned.

  “I ain’t mean it like that, but damn you just can’t be popping up like that.”

  “Girl whatever, how was ya 9-5?” she asked with a smugged look on her face. She thought I wasn’t getting coins because I wasn’t shaking my ass and sucking dick for money, little did she know Mayhem was paying me real nice.

  “It was good I actually got a promotion.” I beamed.

  “What you sucking the brothers off for a check now?” she asked throwing shade.

  “Not the brother, just Mayhem.” I shot back at her.

  “That nigga doesn’t want you anyways they don’t wife bitches like us. Head and pussy is what you’ll ever be.” she rolled her eyes.

  “I’ll let him tell me that when we go on our date tonight!” I yelled making my way in my house slamming the door closed behind me.

  Neesha had me all the way fucked up if she thought I was going to sit there while she talked to me all crazy. Just like my mother Neesha was always putting in my head that no nigga would wife me because of my thot ways. If Mayhem, the boss of the city saw something in me then I was going to run with that shit. Even if he was just running game I was going to enjoy a man wining and dining me.

  *****

  I made it home from the beauty salon and spa with fifty minutes to spare. Slipping my purple satin shower cap over my hair, I ran some warm bath water and decided to enjoy it with a cup of wine and vanilla bea
n bubbles. After soaking my body for ten minutes, I drained the water and washed my body with the vanilla body wash before rinsing off.

  Stepping out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around my body and poured myself another glass of wine. Pouring some vanilla body oil in the palm of my hands I massaged it all over my body then pulled on my undergarments. The fabric of the dress felt so good against my skin as I slipped it over my body. I knew Mayhem snooped through my things before buying this dress because it fit me perfectly.

  Placing my perfectly nude painted toes in my pumps I instantly grew four inches. I fell in love with my look as I studied myself in the mirror. The only makeup I wore was the nude lipstick that matched my shoes perfectly. With the sides of my hair perfectly cut I had my beautician add in some tracks to create a nice full long side bang that covered my right eye. I was loving how nice the black hair looked on me, so I decided to keep the color and add blonde streaks. To say I was slaying this look was an understatement, I killed this shit.

  When the clock struck nine there was a knock on the

  door. The fact that Mayhem was here and on time had me blushing. Grabbing my Coco Chanel perfume I gave myself a few sprays before picking up my clutch, keys and phone from the coffee table. When I opened the front door I was at lost for words. Mayhem was standing in front of me with a fresh line up, perfect smiling white teeth, wearing a white Jack and Jones V-neck t-shirt, a pair of Naked and Famous blue jeans that had a little sexy sag to them. His crimson red high tops Giuseppe pulled his outfit together perfectly while somewhat matching mine. I couldn’t see his eyes due to the Ray Bans police shades he wore, but I knew he was checking me out.

  “Damn ma, you rocking the fuck out of that dress.” he smiled.

  “Thank you, and I appreciate you for picking it up for me; that was real slick of you.” I replied.

  “I’m a smooth ass nigga what can I say.” he chuckled pulling me in for a hug.

  The intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with the kush he smoked prior to coming here had my mind in a frenzy. I wanted this man in the worse way, and I was pretty sure that the feelings were mutual by the way his strong arms were rubbing all over my ass. When he pulled back I wanted to scream; in fact, I wanted to drag his ass to my bedroom and put this kitty on him.

  “Let’s go, we have reservations.” I replied.

  With his hands on the small of my back he walked me over to his all white sport Range Rover. He was really getting it because he had this same car in black and red. I knew these cars cost a pretty penny because it was on my list of things I wanted to own. Opening the door for me he waited until I was seated before closing the door shut and jogging to the other side. As I sat in my seat, I couldn’t help but admire the interior of the car.

  “You good?” he asked before pulling off.

  “Yeah.” I replied enjoying the ride while stealing looks at his sexy ass.

  When he pulled into the valet are of Prime 112, I almost passed out. This restaurant was where majority of the celebs and money-making motherfuckers hung out. The fact that I could potentially run into someone famous had me feeling real excited. Mayhem again opened the door for me and held my hand as we walked inside and was seated.

  “This place is amazing.” I said taking in the scenery.

  “I don’t too much care for the hype, but I love the food.” he replied.

  “The food looks like it tastes good.” I said glancing over at a plate of food the waiter was bringing to a table.

  “The lamb bomb as fuck.”

  “I think I’ll try that.” I replied, stealing more looks of Mayhem on the sly.

  The way his tattoos decorated his buff body had my pussy leaking. I’ve encountered numerous of guys in my twenty-one years of life but never have I met a guy so big, masculine, and sexy. He had a rough look that had me ready to bust it open for him willingly and for free.

  When we finished dinner, we walked hand- in- hand on south beach enjoying each other’s company. The night air was starting to get cool so Mayhem wrapped my small body in his arms as we burned some calories from the heavy dinner we had. I was begging to feel this high, the same high I felt when I met Elias and that shit was starting to scare the fuck out of me.

  “Tell me about yourself.” Mayhem said.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked.

  “Everything.” he replied.

  “Well umm. I’m twenty-one, I live on my own and I work for you.” I said basically summing everything up.

  “Where is your parents?” he probed.

  “My father disappeared on us and my mother is coked out.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s cool. I’ve accepted it.” I shrugged.

  “Is that why you started stripping?”

  “No.” I replied.

  “Tell me the real story behind you.”

  “You sure you want to hear the truth?” I asked.

  “Lay it on me ma.” he replied taking a seat on a bench and pulling me on his lap.

  When I finished telling him everything about my life I was in tears. I told him about me falling in love with Elias, him breaking my heart, and how my mother planted the seed in my head that I had to get paid to fuck. I told him everything about myself except the fact that I had a son that I was a terrible mother too. After dealing with Cash and all the hurtful things he would say about me when we argued in regards to me not having custody of my son, I decided to keep my son a secret. Elijah was the only way someone could hurt me and to avoid him being a part of any drama that may come my way I kept him a secret. People were mean and cruel, they talked shit before knowing the full details; therefore, my son was something only a selected few knew about.

  “Damn ma you been thought a lot.” he sighed wrapping his arms tighter around me.

  “Yes, I had my fair share of bullshit.” I smiled to prevent myself from crying.

  “I knew there was more to you than you being a stripper hoe. The first time we met, I looked into your eyes and saw a broken girl who just wanted to be healed and loved.”

  “If only everyone else could see the same when they looked at me,” I sighed.

  “It don’t matter what everyone else thinks of you, what I think of you is the only thing that matters.”

  “Is that so?” I blushed.

  “Very much so.” he replied licking his thick full soft lips.

  “What do you see yourself doing in the next five years?” he asked me.

  “I want to finally get my GED and go to school you know. I’ve always wanted to be a guidance counselor at a high school helping girls like me.”

  “That’s real. You got goals and I like that.”

  “I ain’t tryna work for you forever.” I joked.

  “What’s wrong with working for me?” he faked hurt.

  “Nothing I was just messing with you.”

  “I know.” he replied inching his lips towards mine.

  When our lips locked it was like fireworks on the fourth of July. I swear I could have heard the angels singing and the gates of heaven open up for me. The way our tongues danced with each other to the sweet sounds of my mine turned me on to the point where I was now sitting on him in a straddling position rotating my hips in his lap.

  “Damn ma you tryna fuck a nigga head up.” he groaned pulling away from me.

  “Let me.” I replied ready to let my love come down all over his fine ass.

  “Nah, I’m tryna fuck with your mind before I get between them legs. This ain’t no hit it and quit it type of shit. I want to get to know you. Learn what makes you smile, laugh,and cry. I want to be the one consistent person in your life to show you what it feels to be loved by a nigga like me. Ya feel me?”

  “I feel you.” I replied smiling from ear to ear.

  “Let me get you home before I reconsider.” he said smacking me on the ass.

  The whole drive back to my house I was on a natural high that no drug could give. It’s been a minute since a gu
y gave me butterflies, and I was enjoying the feeling. I kept praying every five seconds that this was real because my heart couldn’t take any more disappointments. All my life I’ve been getting disappointed by men, starting with my father, and I was sick and tired of it. I just wanted to be loved for the real me, not the girl who could suck a good dick, twerk on a pole, or fuck you real good for a couple of dollars.

  “I had a great time.” I spoke when Mayhem pulled in front of my spot.

  “I did too. You ain’t so bad when you ain’t rolling off them pills.” he joked. “I found a bottle of that shit in ya bag too, that better be the last bottle I find or we gon’ have some real nigga problems.”