Fallin' for a Boss 3

by Lucinda John

  “Look at this Kevin Hart ass nigga over here telling jokes and shit. Ain’t no way your ass coming back when I’m done with you.”

  “Shoot then pussy!”

  WHAM!

  Lala punched him in the face causing blood to splatter everywhere.

  “Respect my nigga, pussy!”

  “Fuck you bitch!”

  “For a dead nigga, you got a lot of balls,” she replied and pulled out two pistols, handing one to Stacks.

  I stood off to the side and lit my blunt, taking a long pull, I held it in then blew it out. I continued to blow the dro while I watched what was going to happen.

  “Any last words before I send your ass to hell.”

  “Nah, but I’ll make sure to eat Donna’s pussy real good when I arrive,” he laughed, spitting his blood on Stack’s shoe.

  I watch Lala give him a head nod. Simultaneously, I watched as both of them unloaded their guns in Bear’s body. The force of the bullets were so strong that it knocked him out of the chair. I watched as they reloaded their guns and stood directly in front of him then unloaded their full clip in his head. His head split open like a watermelon as all of his brain matter spilled on to the ground. That shit was the most gruesome murder I had ever seen.

  “Pick that fuck nigga up, burn him, and then pour his grimey ass down the sewer,” Lala demanded.

  “Got damn my bitch bad!” Stacks said smacking her on the ass. “You heard my first lady, handle that shit!!”

  WHAM!!

  “That’s for Lisa. I love you, but you need to get it together!” Lala said hitting my ass with a mean one. I could taste the blood filling up in my mouth; I spit it out and sucked on my lips trying to add pressure to stop the bleeding. I ain’t gon’ lie I really did deserve that shit. She handed me a key to Lisa’s house and I accepted it. I watched them in awe as they got on their bikes and left the building.

  “Y’all hear the boss, clean this shit up!”

  I monitored them as they followed Lala’s orders. Once he was burned to ashes and his ashes were poured down the sewer, I left and went to Lisa’s house. When I got there, I knew she was home because the lights were on in her house and her car was parked out front.

  I surveyed the house to make sure she wasn’t with nobody; the way I was feeling I was liable to body a nigga. Puffing on a blunt, I sat back and rehearsed what I was going to say.

  Using the key Lala gave me, I let myself inside her house. I was immediately smacked with a huge cloud of smoke. She must have really been stressing because she was smoking on some Loud. Following the smoke clouds and loud music, it led me to the bathroom.

  Pushing the door all the way open, my heart broke. Lisa was lying in a full tub, puffing a blunt while her tears added more water to the tub. She was singing along with Monica asking if she should stay or go.

  Leaning my tall frame up against the door, I took in the scene before I realized that I damaged this girl’s heart. It wasn’t intentionally, I didn’t mean to, but I did. I felt like shit for being the reason she was soaking in a tub filled with tears, and I was going to make it my business to make things right between us.

  “How the fuck did you get in my house,” Lisa said as she looked at me with her bloodshot eyes.

  “I used my key.”

  “Well, use that shit to lock the door on your way out.” She got out the tub, wrapped her body in a towel, and walked past me. Following her to her bedroom, I grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her into my arms.

  “Let me go!” she yelled.

  “No.”

  “I hate you!”

  “I know.”

  “Why does bad shit always have to happen to me?”

  I held her tight as she vented and cried in my arms. She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore.

  “Let me make this right.”

  “You can’t,” she said just above a whisper.

  “Watch me,” I said laying her body down on the bed.

  I removed the towel that was covering her body and spread her legs wide. My tongue zeroed in on her clit as I used the tip of it to tease it. I could feel her wetness ooze down my chin as her legs began to shake. I flipped her so that she was sitting directly on my face.

  Locking my fingers around her waist, I held a long conversation with her pussy. I made my tongue real stiff and rotated her hips into my mouth. When I felt that first contraction around my tongue, I used my fingers to squeeze on her pearl. Her body began to violently shake as her love came down and damn near drowned me. Opening my mouth wide, I placed it in her hole and sucked the rest of her sweet nectar.

  She looked up at me with tears in her eyes as I entered her soul. With each stoke I made; I apologized and asked for her forgiveness. I held on to her tight as I slowly made love to her. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of me dipping in and out of her wetness.

  I continued to poke at her G-spot as she mumbled under her breath. The more I hit her spot the gushier her pussy became and the harder it made my dick. Her pussy lips swallowed my dick and I swear I started having an outer body experience.

  “Fuck!” I growled as I felt my nut build up. Not wanting to go out like a bitch, I bit down hard on my lip to prevent me from nutting. I could taste the blood in my mouth, so I focused on trying to stop the bleeding just to get my mind off of how good the pussy was.

  When a gush of liquid drenched my dick, I released myself in her and collapsed. After catching my breath, I went in the bathroom and washed my dick off. Grabbing a rag, I wet it in warm water and went to wash Lisa off.

  “You hungry?” I asked. She nodded her head up and down.

  I went to the kitchen and looked through the pile of menus and decided to order us some Chinese food. After putting in our order, my phone started to ring. I made a mental note to go see Kandi before I turned off my personal phone.

  I took a seat outside and puffed on a blunt while I waited for the delivery guy. I had so much on my mind that I felt myself going crazy. The more I puffed the calmer I became and the better I was able to sort things out. I felt bad for the way I spoke to Kandi and I was going to make it my business to make up with her. If it was in fact my baby she was carrying, I wanted us to at least be on good terms. I already had a troubled baby mama and I wasn’t trying to have a second one.

  “Delivery,” the Chinese man said as he brought me back to reality. “$32.50.” He handed me the brown paper bags. I went in my pockets, pulled of a fifty-dollar bill, and told him to keep the change.

  I went inside and placed the food on the counter. Grabbing two plates, I made us each a plate of food. When I entered the room with the food, Lisa was just getting out of the shower. The robe that she had on was real short, leaving little to the imagination. My dick got rock hard when she bent over to apply lotion to her legs showing off her ass cheeks. Walking up behind her, I smacked her hard on the ass before placing the food on the nightstand.

  “Did you get me an extra side of orange chicken?” she asked sitting on the chess she had at the foot of her bed

  “I gotchu ma.”

  “Why you still here?”

  “Damn a nigga done gave you that good dick and now you trying to put me out?”

  “Ralph, that’s three baby mamas!”

  “What difference does it makes? I’m still going to handle mine as a father and be able to fulfill my duties as your man.”

  “That’s not the point.”

  “Then what’s the point?” I asked.

  “What if I want to have a baby, too, then what that makes me baby mama four?”

  “No, that will make you my wife. I have plans of marrying you and that’s real,” I honestly replied.

  She just looked at me with a blank expression on her face and went to eating her food. When I was done eating, I took my plate to the kitchen. I entered the bathroom so that I could take a nice hot shower to cool my mind down a bit. While in the shower, I felt a cool draft hit my body, then a pair of hands grab my dick. I
closed my eyes and allowed my future wife to suck my stress away.

  Chapter 21

  Ashley

  Karma is a real bitch, I thought as I sat at the island puffing on my blunt. It was still hard for me to believe that Lala was fucking my man. I guess it was my payback for all the times I fucked her man. I was livid as fuck! Here I was wearing this nigga’s engagement ring, carrying his fucking baby, and he chose to fuck Lala.

  The thought of him doing the things to her that he did to me caused me to become sick to my stomach. Unable to control the contents of my stomach, I rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything. The shoe wasn’t really fitting good now that it was on the other foot.

  I knew I should have killed Lala. I should have fucked her whole life up when I had to chance to, but I decided that her having to raise kids without their father would be punishment enough, but boy was I wrong.

  Brushing my teeth, I made a promise to myself that I was going to handle the bitch. As far as Joey, I was just going to give his ass the benefit of the doubt and let him get a pass this time. I still wanted to know how the hell them two linked up.

  Going in his office, I tried to open the file cabinet where he kept all of his important case documents. Before Stacks died, my main purpose of us teaming up was for him to bring down Stacks and for me to kill Lala, but since the death of Stacks, he stopped working on the case.

  Curiosity began to get the best of me when I was able to go through all the cabinets except one that was locked. I tried to use a paper clip to jimmy it open, but it wouldn’t budge.

  Retrieving my phone from my back pocket, I made a phone call to my cousin and asked him to meet me at the Steak N’ Shake. I also made a phone call to my aunt and asked her if she was able to keep my son for me for the weekend. I was feeling like them niggas on Scooby Doo, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

  As I was getting up to leave his office, I heard the fax machine beep and papers begin to come through. Looking through the papers, I didn’t see anything really important except case files. I started to put everything back, until I saw a cover page to a fax that read,

  Detective Armstrong,

  Enclosed are the information that you requested on Lisa.

  At first, I thought it was another Lisa until I saw the picture of the bitch. Gathering all the papers that had the information on Lisa, I folded them and put them in my backpack. I made sure that all of the other papers were in the same order it came in and neatly stacked before leaving his office.

  Taking the papers out of my back pocket, I entered my room and sat on my bed. Unfolding them, I began to read the information that was obtained by the squad’s P.I. I had to put the papers down and pick them back up just to make sure I was reading everything correctly.

  Re-reading those lines again, my mouth formed in an “O” as shocked filled my body. I just sat there looking at the paper as if it was infected with some type of disease. I couldn’t believe this shit!!

  Chapter 22

  Kandi

  My last tear just fell from my eyes

  Told myself that I wasn’t going to cry no more

  (you did what you did, it is what it is) and that’s why I walked out the door.

  Moved on with my life, but not really

  Spent too much time wondering how could you

  (you do this to us while we we’re in love) I guess I was thinking too much

  I was thinking that the sex had your love

  You never could get enough cause I kept it hot

  I listen to you tell me your dreams

  And your fears

  I wiped your tears

  I was there and this is why this is hurting me

  Why her? Why her?

  Did I get on your nerves?

  Did I give you too much that you couldn’t handle my love?

  Why her? Why her?

  I lay across the hotel’s bed and allowed the words of Monica’s Why Her to take over me as my tears flooded the pillow. I was supposed to be happy that I was pregnant with my first child by the man that I loved, but instead I was all in my feelings. I really thought that Ralph and I had something, but he was right we never actually made it official.

  I was living in his house when I came down from school, he was paying for my tuition, buying me things, showing me off to his friends, but that didn’t qualify me as he girl. I guess if I swung around a pole instead of going to school to follow my dreams, I would have been a candidate.

  I was nothing like my surroundings. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew what I wanted and I was going to go for it. I was going to be a fashion designer and my clothing was going to be worn on fashion models and at fashion shows. I had dreams on creating looks for celebrities. I started working at the trap for Ralph just to make that dream a reality.

  I didn’t come from money, so I wasn’t able to afford to attend a top high fashion school in New York. When one of the corner boys suggested I worked at the trap my first answer was hell no, but when I saw the amount of money that I could be making I was all in.

  While working for Ralph, I did have a little crush on him. He was so smooth, sexy, and attentive. He always looked out for everyone with hefty bonuses and he never tried to sex up any of the girls that worked for him, although if he tried, we all would have let him.

  The day he saved me from working in that hell hole was the day I fell in love with him. When I went off to school, he would call me to check on my grades and to make sure that I had everything I needed. I was what he called his little investment. He was investing in my career so that I wouldn’t become a product of my environment. The days I would come down, he would allow me to stay over and kick it with him, by that time he had just broken up with his girlfriend Lisa.

  I got so comfortable around him that I forgot to ask him where I stood and now to know that I am pregnant with his child and we had no future together hurt me to the core.

  A soft knock on the door interrupted me from my thoughts. Getting up from the bed, I answered the door and faced the guy that hurt me so bad. I stepped to the side and allowed him to come inside before closing the door. He took a seat on the sofa, took his hat off, and rubbed it across his freshly cut Lil Boosie fade.

  I sat back and watched him in awe. He was dressed in a white shirt, with baby blue, and grey writing that read, It Cost to be the Boss. He matched it up with a pair of light blue True Religion jeans, with a brand new pair of Jordan Retro 11 Legend Blues.

  The scent of his cologne was causing my body to do things that caused me to be in my current predicament.

  “I’m sorry,” he spoke above a whisper.

  I turned off the radio, so that I was able to hear him clearly.

  “I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. It’s my fault though. I should have kept it all the way one hundred with you.” He spoke with his head still down. “I love Lisa and I want to make it work between us. However if in fact that is my baby you are carrying, I want to be in his or her life, too.”

  “Why do you keep saying if?!” I snapped. “This is your child!”

  “That’s what your lips say.”

  “And it’s the fucking truth! You act like I’m some hood rat that you picked up off the street. I was working for you trying to get my shit together to better my life! I wasn’t out here tricking for a dollar, or trying to bag the highest paid dope boy! If that were the case, I wouldn’t have been putting my freedom on the line bagging a few bricks! Not once since we been kicking it have I stopped going to school. I never let the money, cars, clothes, or jewelry get to my fucking head! The fact that you practically run Miami didn’t phase me because all that shit don’t matter! So, don’t sit up here and try to talk to me like I’m some two-dollar hoe. This is your fucking baby!!” I yelled and started sobbing uncontrollably.

  “Come here,” he said extending his hand out to me. I walked in his embrace and he held me while I cried.

  “I’mma do right by you and my seed ma believe t
hat.”

  “What about us?”

  “That’s complicated,” he said.

  “Why does it have to be? We can raise our child together as a family. We can give our baby something we never had.”

  “I’m trying to work it out with Lisa.”

  “But Lisa can’t love you like I can,” I responded before kissing his neck.

  “Chill,” he moaned as I began licking and sucking on his earlobes.

  Not paying his weak attempts to stop me any mind, I pushed him on the bed and mounted him. Lifting his shirt, I licked him from his nipples down to his belly button. I used my teeth to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants.

  Slipping my tongue in the slit of his boxers, I played with the head of his penis before stuffing it all in my mouth. I was sucking his dick like I had something to prove. I was determined to become the first lady in his life and if I had to suck and fuck all the thoughts of Lisa out of his mind, I was going to do it.

  “OH, SHIT!” he growled as I slurped on his dick making it as messy as possible. I allowed my saliva to coat his dick before I hungrily sucked it all back up. I could feel the veins in his dick bulge as he was nearing his orgasm. I used all of my jaw muscles and sucked him up until he spilled my unborn child’s brothers and sisters down my throat.

  Swallowing them, I reached under my dress in one quick motion and snatched off my thong. My pussy was like a Lil Cesar’s Pizza, Hot N’ Ready as I slid down his pole and fucked him until he was team Kandi. Lisa who?

  Chapter 23

  Lala

  “Bitch we about to turn the fuck up tonight,” I said as I prepped the fruit for the hunch punch.

  “Yessss bitch it’s about to be a movie!!” Lisa replied while rolling the blunts. I was glad that she was now feeling better because I was about five seconds away from putting a bullet in Ralph’s ass brother or not.

  Putting the watermelons, orange, pineapples, limes, and strawberries in a bowl, I added some fruit juice and some Vodka to it. I put some ice in the cups and poured us both a drink. Before I could sip on my drink, I was hit with a wave of nausea. Running to the bathroom, I threw up everything I consumed for the day.