Bossed Up By A Billionaire Thug

by Khadijah J

  “Awww, they’re so adorable. They’re not triplets are they?” I asked.

  “Yeah, they triplets. My God kid’s. Probably the only kids I’ll ever have.” He looked in my eyes. I raised an eyebrow.

  “You don’t want kids?” I asked, in between bites?

  “Nah.” He shook his head no.

  “No as in not right now, or,” I started, but he cut me off.

  “I don’t want kids. End of story.” His whole demeanor changed. That was strange, but okay. We moved right along, and I ended up sitting on the table, looking up at the stars, while he sat on the bench of the table, we were still practically the same height.

  “What’s your biggest fear?” I asked.

  “Hmm.” He rubbed his chin hair. Kenzo was so damn fine, and made my panties drip with anticipation. Everything, from his cold, black eyes, delectable looking chocolate skin, his chin hairs, and perfectly aligned teeth, that held a slight gap in front. He was tall as hell, and husky, not fat, but solid. As huge as he was, I never once felt intimidated by his height, or stature. He made me feel extremely comfortable around him. I wanted to rake my hands through his shoulder length, neatly twisted dreads, while he was eating my pus-.

  “I don’t fear shit, honestly. I’ve faced a lot of shit in my years of living, and met death face to face more times than I can count. Out here in this world alone, you know, as long as my niggas and they kid straight, I’m good. Other than that, I’m all I got.” He stared off into the stars.

  “Well, you got me now.” I lightened the mood.

  “Is that right?” He asked. I nodded.

  “What’s your biggest fear, beautiful?” He asked, and my heart fluttered as he stared up at me.

  “My biggest fear is when I get to the end of this journey called life, not being happy, and being unsuccessful. Also, not experiencing love. Like true, genuine love, from someone, you know? I want a love that Beyoncé, Tamar, and Amerie, sing about, you know?” I admitted. He nodded, and we both were lost in our own thoughts.

  “I like you, your way of thinking, and all that. You mature to only be twenty. Who sent you?” He stood in front of me, grabbing my hand, helping me stand.

  “Who sent me?” I shrieked.

  “Yeah, you wearing a wire or sum shit?” He said, with a stone face.

  “What reason would I be wearing a wire?” I asked.

  “That’s what I’m trying to see.” He asked. I just shook my head. He laughed it off as we headed outside to our cars. He walked me to my Grand Prix I just got two weeks ago. I was so grateful, because not having a car was some bullshit. I went to grab my door and he moved my hand, before mugging me.

  “I got that. You don’t need to be touching no nasty ass door handle.” He grunted.

  “Thanks, La’Kenzo. For everything.” I told him. He hugged me tightly, and I melted in his damn arms. This was just, an exhilarating feeling.

  “Anytime. I enjoyed myself with you. I thought you would be annoying, but you proved me wrong.” He said, I was still wrapped in his arms as he looked down at me. I cocked my head back.

  “Oh, wow. First, you thought I was gonna butcher your tattoo, then, you thought I was going to be an annoying date.” I laughed. “I guess I just keep proving you wrong.” I smirked.

  “I guess so. Make sure you let me know when you make it safe and sound in your house.” He caressed the right side of my face with his huge hand. I nodded, looking up at him. He leaned in close and gave me a forehead kiss.

  “You so perfect. I like the curls on you.” He complimented me, for the hundredth time. I giggled.

  “I know, you’ve told me a million times tonight.” I laughed.

  “Well, make it a million and fucking one times. Take yo ass home.” He told me, before holding my hand as I slipped into my car.

  “Don’t forget to text me when you get home.” He told me. I nodded, as he shut my door and watched me pull off. I called Vash on speaker on my drive home.

  “How was it, bitch?” She asked.

  “Amazing.” I smiled.

  “Spill the tea then!” She shrieked.

  ***

  Two months later, La ’Kenzo and I were still hanging out, and talking quite often. My name was ringing bells, ever since I finished my apprenticeship and went through the process of getting my license and certifications. Of course, Zeus wanted to keep me, and the men were bad. We had a sit down, and he asked me what my goals were. I told him I appreciated him for everything he’s done, but at the end of the day, I would want my own shop. He said he respected that, but he wanted to keep me for a year. I agreed, that wasn’t shit, Todd wanted me to stay under him for three. I was still keeping my job at the credit union, three days out the week, and I only worked from nine until three. Then I would go to the shop and make some more money. My clientele was growing daily, and I was grateful for it. Thankfully, Zeus wasn’t no hater, or nothing like that. He was a thorough dude, and I was appreciative for everything he was teaching me.

  It was the weekend, and I was so excited. I was linking up with my girls Vash, Lani, and Lani’s sister, Tia. We were going to go to this bar and grill spot downtown. I put on white and black Thrasher crop top, and a black skirt that laced up on one side. I put on some black and white Vans, grabbed my jean jacket, taking my scarf off before heading out the door. Walking in, I noticed them, and made my way to them, hugging Vash and Lani.

  “Hey, boo. This is my cousin, Tia. Tia, this my close friend, Au’Brielle.” Vash introduced.

  “Nice to meet you. Dang, girl, you pretty.” Tia complimented.

  “Thank you. So are you!” I told her.

  We were all talking, laughing, having a good time. I got a text from La’ Kenzo, and I instantly opened it, like usual. He got straight to the point. ‘Why I ain’t heard from my angel all day? You know you keep a nigga sane right?’ He was always calling me angel, or his angel, and I told him time, and time again, I was no angel. He didn’t care. I instantly texted him back about my busy day and he called me.

  “Sorry, y’all. Hello.” I answered.

  “So, you getting fresh, too busy for a nigga now?” He laughed.

  “Listen at you talking about fresh, sounding like somebody grandma. But no, I have, and then I had to hurry up and meet up with my friends, who I’m being rude to right now, by talking to you.” I told him.

  “What y’all doing? Where you at?” He asked. I couldn’t believe he was steady trying to talk to me. I answered all his questions, and then started to hang up.

  “Okay, I’m hanging up now.” I told him.

  “Angel, bring me some food. A nigga starving.” He said. I shook my head.

  “Okay, text me what you want.” I told him, and hung up. He FaceTimed me right back, and I answered shaking my head. Now I was getting mad.

  “Damn, you hung up like you with a nigga or something.” He licked his juicy ass lips. I instantly crossed my legs. Lord, my baby was fine. I flipped the camera and put it on my girls who all waved.

  “See, I’m with my friends.” I flipped it back on me. He licked his lips and looked at me so sexy. I smiled hugely, as I always did.

  “I see you looking all good. Yeah, make sure you bring my food, Angel. I’m about to text you what I want.” His deep voice said.

  “Okay.” I said, sweetly.

  “Hurry up too.” He said, I bust out laughing.

  “Bye.” I said.

  “See you in a minute, beautiful.” He hung up. I rolled my eyes.

  “Sorry, ladies.” I said.

  “Girl, yo man got a tight leash around you.” Lani said.

  “No, not at all.” I frowned. I didn’t like the way she said it.

  “Well, whatever you call it.” She pursed her lips.

  “Lani just sour cause her man just cussed her ass out for coming here with us.” Tia added. I chuckled, and we continued to enjoy each other’s company. I ordered all Kenzo’s food to go and paid my bill. Tia and I exchanged numbers, because she and
I clicked instantly. I said bye to the girls, before texting Kenzo I was on my way to him. I pulled up to his house, parking behind his truck, and called him.

  “I’m opening the door right now. Come in.” He hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror and stepped out. He was watching me the entire time I was walking toward him.

  “You just be thinking you can boss me around cause you tall. But I’m fed up.” I told him. He didn’t say nothing, his eyes were hooded and red. He just had this smirk on his face, as he walked to the kitchen. I took my shoes off, as the guy sitting on the couch spoke. It was Lucci, I think he was so blowed, he didn’t recognize me. He stood up and told Kenzo he was leaving. They slapped fives before Kenzo locked the door behind Lucci. Kenzo took his food out my hand, and grabbed my hand, leading me to the kitchen. He sat his food on the counter, then lifted me on to the counter, right next to it. I crossed my legs, because he was so attractive. He ran his hands down my string side of my skirt.

  “What the fuck kinda skirt you got on?” He asked.

  “It’s cute, huh? I got so many compliments on it.” I told him.

  “I bet you did.” He chuckled, before opening his box. I sat right there as he stood and ate his food, we were just talking. After he tossed his containers and went to the bathroom, he came up to me, pecking me on the lips.

  “Thank you, Angel.” He kissed me again, and I grabbed a hold of his face, tonguing him down. It was at this point I knew either I hopped my hot ass up, or I was busting it wide open. But no, I sat there and continued to tongue his fine ass down.

  “Mmmm.” I moaned in his mouth, as he gripped my neck with his right hand. He had me in that moment. In this moment, I realized I was falling for this man. Everything about him drove me insane. He pulled back, staring down at me as I bit my lip. He looked down and saw how tight I had my legs crossed. I was so wet, if I uncrossed my legs, I was sure it would be a tsunami.

  “Why you looking at me like that, Angel?” He asked. I had no answer, I couldn’t speak. Instead, I pulled him back toward me by his shirt, and pecked his lips, then sucked on his neck.

  “Oh, you not gon’ tell me why you was looking at me like that, Angel? Huh?” His raspy voice said. I sucked and bit on his neck, before he snatched me back by my hair with just enough roughness, making me look him in the eye. A chill down my spine, the fine hairs on my arms stood straight up at the look Kenzo was giving me.

  “I don’t like repeating myself, but you already know that.” He said, in my ear. As much as I wanted to scream, “fuck me, nigga,” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I didn’t have the balls. He looked me up and down, before letting go of me and pecking me again.

  “Don’t start no shit if you ain’t ready to finish it.” He walked off. I sat there hot as hell, as he walked downstairs. I could hear him as he turned on some music. After a while, I finally made my way downstairs. I made my way to where he was, playing pool, smoking a blunt. I grabbed a pool stick before putting chalk on it. He chuckled at me before we started playing. He was surprised I was actually keeping up. I walked up to him, still hot from our encounter upstairs as he stood there watching me. I was doing the most, bending over unnecessarily and everything. He just kept cool. He wanted me to beg for it or some shit, that wasn’t gon’ happen. I walked right in front of him, bending over right against him. I hit the ball and stood up to turn around. He took a pull from his blunt before pulling me close to him giving me a shot gun, before it led to an passionate kiss. I had enough, tossing my pool stick to the side of the table, and taking my shirt off.

  “What you doing, Angel?” He spoke lowly, watching my every move. I didn’t know what got into me as I bent over, putting my right leg on the pool table.

  “I’ve been bad, bae. I need some act right.” I told him. He smirked sexily.

  “Some act right?” He frowned. I nodded. He grabbed a handful of my hair, making me stand straight up against him, and moan out loud.

  “Brielle, don’t play with me.” He spoke into my ear.

  “I’m not, La’ Kenzo.” I told him. He started sucking on my neck and massaging my nipples with his fingers. I felt like I was about to explode.

  “Once you give it to me once, it’s mine forever.” He said, as his left hand made it’s way to my juicy lower lips.

  “Ohhh.” I moaned, as he played with my clit, and sucked on the back of my neck and shoulder. He took his finger and brought it up. I grabbed his hand and brought it toward my lips, sucking my juices off his fingers. He hiked my skirt up and took off my thong. He laid me on the edge of the pool table, diving head first into my juice box, and I came in less than a fucking minute.

  “Ohhhh, ooooo. Ouuu, fuck, I’m cumming, papi. Yesss.” I bucked in his mouth. He kept slurping on my juices, kneeling down, before really slurping and sucking my pussy. My legs were shaking, as I grabbed a handful of his dreads, screaming at the top of my lungs.

  “YESSS! YESSS. YESSS! OH, FUCK, YES!” I yelled, before shaking like I had a seizure. He stood up, and his beard and lips were covered. He took his shorts and shirt off, before slowly sliding his way into me, and though he was huge, he felt amazing.

  “Got damn Au, shit, Elle.” He groaned out, slowly stroking me. He steadily stroked me, and all you could hear was my juices leaking. I had no idea sex would be this amazing with someone you were attracted to. My eyes were closed tightly, because I was about to explode again.

  “Open yo eyes and look at me when I’m making that pussy cum, Angel.” He soothingly told me, not missing a stoke. This nigga was killing me, this wasn’t no fucking. He was making love to me, I could see all the passion in his eyes.

  “Oh my God, Kenzo.” I cried out. He leaned down to kiss me steady hitting my spot.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck.” He told me, and I did loosely. He gripped under my thighs, before picking me up and drilling my shit in the air.

  “Ahhh, ohhh. Bae. Ohhh, fuck, nigga. Got dammit, shit!” I screamed, cum dripping down his hard dick, and legs, I’m sure.

  “Fuck, Angel, shit.” He slowed up, pulling out, and I felt his warm nut against my left butt cheek. I tongued him down while he was nutting, thinking I was done. He slipped right back inside my walls, catching me off guard, before positioning us on the pool table, so I was riding him. You would think I would be worried about us breaking the pool table, but nope. I was riding him like my life depended on him, but I started going crazy in the leap frog position. He kept trying to grab my hips, but I kept knocking them to the side.

  “Oh shit. Fuck, slow up. Got damn, baby, fuck, you playing. Alright.” He smirked, and scooted, picking me up again, and sitting me on top of the washer.

  “Let me see yo ass run now.” He smirked, before sliding back into me.

  “Ohhh.” I moaned out, as he started speeding up.

  “The fuck I tell you about closing yo eyes?” He pushed my legs to my ears, I never even knew I was this flexible. He was hitting spots I never knew existed, and I rose with my mouth wide open. No sound would come out, but I could feel this liquid squirting out of me.

  “Shit, look at you. Got my shit dripping. This my pussy, right?” He asked me. I couldn’t even talk, before he choked me up and tongued me down. I could feel him busting inside me, as we passionately kissed. He shivered on top of me, as he emptied his seeds inside me. Before staring at me lovingly.

  Nine ~ Lucci

  I didn’t understand why my baby mama tried me on a daily. I took my baby girl back home, even though she cried her eyes out to stay with me. But the bitch threatened to call the police on me, so I took her back home. I was bout ready to kill that bitch for even threatening me, but I was trying to chill. Kenzo introduced me to Kentrell, and we were talking legal money, so I was all for it. I told them niggas I was down for it, shit. I planned on stacking my chips, and joining the billionaire’s club. Shit, I was trying to run these checks up like these niggas were. Kenzo had me investing in hella businesses, and starting them as well. A nigga was getting
to that paper by any means necessary. I was hungry as fuck, and I wanted a home cooked meal from my lil baby, Tia. She hadn’t cooked for me yet, but I was hungry, and she needed to feed a nigga. With me always on go, I barely had time for her ass, but I made time for her. I dialed her number, and she answered at the last minute.

  “What’s up, baby?” I asked.

  “Baby? Boy? What do you want?” She snapped.

  “Damn, what crawled up yo fine ass?” I asked her.

  “A lot of shit is going on right now.” She expressed.

  “Where you at?” I asked.

  “My mom’s,” she snapped.

  “Alright. I’m about to pull up.” I told her, hanging up on her.

  Niatia was a rare bread, with her chinky ass eyes. I joked with her all the time, calling her Black China, and she would get pissed. When I pulled up, I blew the horn for her ass, and she came strutting out in this tight tube dress, showing every curve her brown ass had. I shook my head, she was always trying a nigga. She climbed in my whip smelling and looking good.

  “Wassup? All the attitude on the phone.” I put my truck in reverse and asked her. Her phone rang out, and she answered. I let her handle her business call, pulling up to my crib. We got out as she wrapped her phone call up. I started rolling up as she watched me.

  “I’m just so tired. Like, I’m trying to be the best me I can be. It seems like everything keeps knocking me back. I told you about the apartment I applied for, right? Well, apparently, my mother has been putting bills in my name since I was a kid, and fucked my credit up. So now, I have to repair my credit line, that I didn’t even mess up, all the while staying with the person who is responsible. I had to leave, because I was two seconds from knocking her head off.” She frowned. I chuckled, before firing up a blunt. She came and sat next to me. I passed the blunt to her, and she willingly accepted.