Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 3

by Anna Black

  “Hey handsome,” I said and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. He pulled me in tight and close. He squeezed my body so good that I wanted him right then and there. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man, to finally have one inside of me, but I brought it down.

  “Damn, you feel so good and smell so divine,” he said into my neck. I didn’t want to let him go, but I did because, my sister and I- had made dinner. I had wine and some dessert.

  I pulled back. “You too baby, and I missed you,” I confessed.

  “I missed you, too, and what’s up with those fake ass cheap flowers? And who in the fuck was that lame ass dude on your porch,” he questioned, handing over his colossal bouquet.

  I was really feeling Malice, and I knew Deacon Rogers may have been feeling me, but I was so not feeling him, and there was absolutely nothing going on with us. “That was Deacon Rogers from my church. He is nice, and there is nothing going on, and he always brings me these cheap drugstore flowers. We are nothing, only sister and brother in Christ.”

  “Well I don’t know what you think, but the look in his eyes say something else.”

  “No way, we are cool on a spiritual level in Christ. Trust me, there is nothing more,” I said and walked over to my island and put down the flowers. My place was small, but open concept, so Malice was a step or two behind me.

  “If you say so,” he said and pulled me back into his arms. “You look amazing baby, and I’ve been missing you all damn day.” He put his lips over mine, and we exchanged a passionate kiss that soaked my center. Deacon, who? Deacon what? Fuck…what is my name? I pondered when we finally broke our kiss.

  “I cooked dinner for you,” I mustard in a whisper.

  “I figured that baby. It smells good.” He kissed my nose, and then he let me go. I grabbed the flowers to put them in water and trashed the flowers that I had gotten from the Deacon, and I got a vase. Bistro eyed Malice up and down, but he didn’t bark.

  “Come here little guy,” Malice said and tapped his thigh, but Bistro stood there like he was scared to move. “Come here, boy,” he said, and Bistro didn’t budge. “Your dog doesn’t like me,” Malice said, taking off his leather jacket. He hung it on the back of the stool at the island and then went to sit on the sofa. That’s when Bistro ran and got on the couch with him.

  “Maybe he was intimidated by your height,” I said as I filled the vase with water.

  “Maybe so,” he said and played with my baby. “He’s a good-looking dog.”

  “He was a rescue. When I first moved out of Gloria Jean’s house, I felt a little scared to be here alone, so Gemma suggested I get a dog. So, I got Bistro.”

  “And how did you come up with a name like that?”

  I put the flowers into the water. “I don’t know, I was calling him Waffles, then Biscuit, just playing around with names, because growing up we had a golden retriever named Pickles that died. I wanted him to have a snack name, I guess. One day, not too long after I brought him home, I was looking for a little patio set for my deck online, and when I typed it in the search engine, it also gave me Bistro for an option. So, I mumbled the word Bistro out loud, and he barked. I said it again, and he barked again, so I named him that. Later, I realized he was barking because he wanted to go outside, but I just called him that from then on.”

  “Well it fits him,” Malice said, rubbing his tummy because he was now on his back in his lap.

  “So, are you ready to eat?”

  “Yes, I am,” he said as he put Bistro down and stood. “Where is your bathroom?” he asked.

  “Straight ahead,” I said, giving him a point. I washed my hands and then fixed our plates. I put very little food on my plate because my nerves and hormones were all over the place, and I had an appetite for sex, not the meal that my sister and I had prepared. He came out and took a seat at the island, and after I poured us both a glass of wine, I sat to join him. I watched him devour his meal as I nibbled, and when he asked for seconds, I gave him what he wanted.

  “Damn, baby, this was delicious. I mean your roast was tender as hell, and it tastes better than my moms, but please don’t ever tell her that.”

  “I won't, and there is plenty left over so I can make you a to-go helping if you’d like,” I smiled.

  “Please do beautiful. I mean you are glowing Gracie, and I am so fuckin’ sorry I didn’t come through last night. I got the call and—"

  “Look, Malice it’s all good. I am so sorry things got reckless last night. I mean, I was mad last night, but after I talked to Gab and heard you out, I am good, and I am glad you’re here right now.”

  “I am too, Gracie and I just keep looking at you like I hit the muthafuckin’ jackpot. Woman, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous and sexy to me.”

  “Babe, language,” I said. I was used to cuss words, and I cussed at times, too, but somehow with Malice, it seemed amplified.

  “Okay look, I fuckin’ cuss. I always talk this way, and this is who I am. I can’t promise you that I can be filtered. I’m a grown-ass man-baby, and if the way I talk is a deal-breaker, I can leave now, because that shit won’t change.”

  I laughed, and I shook my head. I was too attracted to him and too swooned to even attempt to let him walk out my door. “Okay. Damn, okay. It’s cool.”

  “I just want to care for you, Gracie. Am I flawed? Like a muthafucka, but I want you baby, and I wanna do something with you. I mean, I wanna make you all mine.”

  I blushed. “Okay,” I said shyly and lowered my head.

  “And baby, you have to stop with this lowering your head shit and own your fabulousness. I mean, your ass looks picture fucking perfect right now and I want to take you out. I just want niggas to see what I got.”

  I looked at my watch, and it was twenty-five after seven. “You wanna go out, baby?”

  “Why not. We can go to Desire. I just want to dance and be out with you.”

  “Okay, I’m good with that. Can I invite my girls? I am sure they will wanna hang with us.”

  “Yeah and let me hit my brothers up too,” he said. I got up and went for my cell. I did a group text, and all but Gabby agreed, and then I guess after Gutta persuaded her, she said they’d come. Malice and I stay at my place long enough for me to clean my kitchen and put away the food, and by nine forty-five, we were in his SUV. I was in a good mood after the two glasses of wine I drank, and I sang along with the music on the radio. He cut the volume down right when I was singing with Sunshine Anderson. That was my jam and a lot of women's anthem playing, and I wondered why he killed the volume. “Sing that part again,” he said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Sing that shit again, without the music,” he requested.

  “I was at work, it wasn’t my car you saw, baby I swear it wasn’t me,” I sang for him.

  “Daaaayyyyyyuuuummm, baby, you got pipes like that?”

  “I told you I sing. I sing in church. Momma sings and Gemma; I told you that.”

  “You did. Indeed, you did, but damn, your ass sounds better than Sunshine,” he said.

  “Thank you, now can we turn the music back up?”

  “Yea, but only a little, I’d rather hear you sing baby,” he said. This gigantic man was winning me over. Making my center do things it had never done before, and I wanted to ask him to take me home and just introduce me to the dick, and then we could go hang out, but I squeezed my thick thighs together and told my center to just relax and chill. I would have him soon. I knew I would, and I’d wait on Malice for as long as I had to because he was the only man, I wanted to get naked in front of. I trusted him, desired him, and he made me feel more confident in my skin than any man before him, and I knew he’d definitely be my first love.

  10

  Trina

  When I made it to Jas’ place, I was on fire. I had sat outside of Desire and watched all the Wilkerson men go in there with their ladies at different times, and the last one, Royal, was alone. Before I put my new car in gear
, I saw Gabby’s baby sister, the one called Gemma, walk up to the entrance looking like a younger version of me, except with shorter hair. She was a curvaceous, mocha-complexioned diva and I envied how all of these bitches just rolled in and turned the Wilkerson brothers to mush. Take Rel, for instance. He had fucked both Jas and Lex, and they both still talk about how good the dick was. Lex’s trifling ass had managed to fuck Malice too and promised she couldn’t say which dick was better, but at the end of the day, neither of them chose us.

  Malice’s dumb ass, baby Huey, green mile looking ass, strolled up with Gabby’s fat ass sister, Grace. I imagined her being as dumb as most fat bitches that would do whatever for a man to stay with their out of shaped asses. I’ll be honest. I despised fat bitches. All of them were desperate and would do anything just so a man could look at their ass, and I had no respect for them. Fuck a BBW. There was no beauty in fat bitches, and niggas who claimed them were sex-deprived idiots who could only fuck if a fat girl gave them pussy.

  “Malice, you are too fucking gorgeous to settle for that fat bitch,” I murmured and kept watch. An hour or so later, Gutta and Gabby finally arrived, and he parked in the reserved parking space. That bitch was in a fur with her face beat and her natural curls wild all over her fucking head like a nappy-headed nigga. “Get a relaxer, bitch. Niggas ain’t checking for that nappy shit,” I yelled. I knew she couldn’t hear me, and I still wondered how Gutta left me for that.

  I tossed my binoculars onto the other seat and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight, and I didn’t want to head back to Jas’ place, but what choice did I have. All of the Wilkerson men were inside of a club I was banned from, so I guess I’d go home.

  I made it to my girl's place, and I exhaled before I opened the door. I was set to move in less than a week into my own apartment, and I detested going up to Jasmine’s place. I was tired of hearing bitches’ opinions on whatever I wanted to do as a grown woman, and as I approached the door, I was happy to see all of the lights were out. Praising the heavens that Jas wasn’t home, I damn near skipped to the door.

  “Trina,” my name rang out from a masculine voice. He was standing by the neighbor's door.

  “Yes, and you are?”

  “Your worst fucking nightmare,” he said and then rushed me. I tried to turn and run, only to run into someone else, and that someone else hit me with something across my head that caused me to fall to the ground, unconscious.

  11

  Malice

  When we got back to Grace’s place, she was good and drunk. She had fallen asleep in my passenger seat on the ride home. I wanted to stop and grab something to eat, but I remembered she had leftover food from earlier, so I thought I’d heat up some of that. Once I parked in her driveway, I shut off the ignition and shook her thigh. “Baby, we are here,” I said. Her eyes fluttered as she opened them, and she let out a deep breath.

  “We’re here already? That was fast,” she said and stretched.

  “Yes, traffic was light.” I undid my seatbelt and got out. I hurried around to open her door and helped her out, and then I shut the door.

  “Thank you, babe, and my damn feet are killing me. I can’t wait to get out of these boots,” she spoke as she held on to me tight as I walked her to the door. She handed me her keys and told me which one it was to open the door.

  “I am going to upgrade you to keyless entry,” I said, unlocking her door. She lived in a pretty decent area, so keyless wasn’t essential, but they were convenient, in my opinion. I pushed the door open, and Bistro barked as soon as I stepped in behind her.

  “Shhhhh, Bistro it’s okay. Mommy’s okay,” Grace said and flopped down onto the sofa. “Baby, can you please get these damn boots off of me,” she said, pulling her arms out of her jacket. I pulled off my jacket, laid it on the stool near the island, and went over to help her out of her boots. I was hoping her feet didn’t stink. When I pulled away from her boots, her little footies were bright white, and her feet did not stink, so I smiled and massaged her toes a little. “Thank you so much. My toes were screaming to get out of those,” she said and threw her head back.

  “I bet,” I said. “Let me hang up our coats,” I suggested, and she lifted her body up just enough for me to pull her coat from behind her. I went over to the closet where I saw her take her jacket from earlier and hung up both of our jackets. I went back to the sofa and hoped Grace wasn’t ready to call it a night. “You okay? I mean you had quite a few drinks.”

  “I’m okay, I just want my bed, but it's so damn far away.”

  “I can help you to bed, baby,” I offered.

  “Can you please,” she said, lifting up her arm. I stood and took her hand and told her to give me her other hand, too. I took her towards the hall, but I wasn’t sure if her master was on the left or the right. “You know what, let me just pee first,” she said and went into the bathroom. I stood there waiting for her to come out, but she was taking too long, so I went to the kitchen. I went into the fridge and retrieved the bowls of leftover food. I grabbed a plate from the cabinet and then paused. I walked back over to the bathroom door, and I heard water running. I tapped, “Hey, Gracie, I’m about to warm up some of this roast and potatoes, do you want any?”

  “No, I’m good,” she yelled. I went back to the kitchen and loaded me up a plate and stuck it in the microwave. I went back into the fridge and grabbed the cranberry juice that I saw from the shelf. While I waited, I put the rest of the food back. I filled my glass with a few cubes of ice from the ice maker on the fridge and then poured some juice. The microwave beeped, and I got my plate and sat down to eat. The food was just as good as it was earlier that evening, and by the time I was putting my plate into the dishwasher, the bathroom door opened, and she came out in a long black satin robe. Her face was makeup-free, but her hair still draped her shoulders. She walked over to where I stood, and I could smell the mint of her breath, so I figured she brushed her teeth.

  “You look beautiful and revitalized.”

  “I took a shower, and it helped.”

  “I see. Are you sure you’re not hungry?”

  “No, just thirsty, and I need some water,” she said and went into the fridge. “Did you get enough to eat?” she questioned, taking out a bottle of flavored water.

  “I did, and I could have had more, but I didn’t want to be too full to move,” I said and leaned onto the counter.

  “Well, you’re a big guy, I’m sure it takes a lot to fill up that tank of yours,” she said, and I chuckled.

  “I guess it does,” I said and reached for her. I pulled her into me, and her ass against my body gave me an instant erection. I inhaled the scent of her hair and then moved it so I could get to her neck. I kissed her softly and traced my tongue over her skin while she moaned. “Can I taste you now?” I whispered in her ear, and she put the bottle of water down on the counter and turned to me. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, then sucked her tongue. My dick was harder than a damn brick, and I felt like an anxious teenage boy. She moaned as I kissed her, and I couldn’t wait to hear her sing my name. I pulled away, looked at her, and then lifted her ass up, and put her on the counter. Her eyes were wide, and I wondered if she was shocked that I could lift her so easily. I benched pressed weights heavier than her, and it was an effortless task for me to sit her up there.

  Her countertop wasn’t as tall as mine at my place, so fucking her on the counter like I had planned to wasn’t going to work because our parts didn’t line up, but I’d take care of some serious foreplay right there in her kitchen. I did a mental check and realized my condoms were in my gym bag in my SUV because I didn’t keep them in my wallet like a schoolboy. I went back in for her lips as my hands roamed her body. I pulled her belt and opened up her robe to discover she had on red lingerie. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you had this on. I need to see you, baby,” I said. She looked nervous as fuck when I said that.

  “What do you mean, Malice?”

  I stepped back. “I wanna
see you. I wanna look at you,” I repeated, and her head dropped again. I went back over closer to her. “Baby don’t do that. It’s me, ya’ man. And I keep telling you how sexy you are to me. So, let me see you,” I said as I slid her robe down from her shoulders. She pulled out her arms and then I helped her off the counter. I held her hand up over her head, and she gave me a little twirl. Now I had to be honest. Gracie had a gut, she did, but she had a fat, plumped ass, round hips, and her huge tits were not saggy. If and only if she wanted to, I’d workout with her, but that wasn’t a requirement for me, because I was good with her body exactly the way it was.

  “That’s it, baby, let me see all of that fat ass,” I said, and my dick ached for her. I pulled her into me and started kissing her again. I massaged her breasts, and her fat nipples grew large, so I leaned in to suck them through the lace. I wanted to please her, so I asked, “Do you have condoms?”

  “Yes,” she moaned as my tongue probed her harden nipples; they were the size of damn grapes, and I wanted the lace to be gone, so I could taste her skin.

  “Let’s take this to your bed,” I hissed, and she nodded. I followed her into her room, and it was just as I’d suspected; girly with light shades of lavender and purple and one of those shaggy type of rugs that a man would never put into his home. She had several pillows on her queen-sized bed, and I wondered if I’d even fit. I hadn’t been in a bed that small in decades, I thought to myself. She began to remove all the decorative pillows, and I removed my clothes down to my boxers. She pulled back the covers, and before she climbed into the bed, she pulled out the box of condoms. Not that I was bragging, but I was a big man with a big ass tool, and I was glad she had magnums. She got under the covers, and I climbed into her tiny ass bed with her.