Bossed Up By A Billionaire Thug

by Khadijah J

  “I remember shit my homie tell me. I wanted to come check on you, make sure you wasn’t looking a mess and shit.” He cracked.

  “A mess? Me? Come on now.” I frowned.

  “I know, ain’t nobody fucking with you, B. You know that shit, you got a unique style.” He told me.

  “Why thank you.” I smiled. I did, I never wore the ordinary clothes. Name brand or not, I would rock anything, and make it look good.

  “How’s everything going so far?” He asked. I told him we were doing our last set of us, just in our element, and he said he was going to stick around for it. I smiled, before kicking him out, and getting ready for our last set. A good thirty minutes later, and a few shots of Henny, I was good and ready to go.

  “Girl, I don’t know how about him. He fine but something seem off about the way he look at you, but we’ll talk.” Vash whispered in passing, and I just laughed at her. Me and Don headed out to this bar and grill spot downtown. I was so hungry and ready to smash, it had been a long day for me, and I was ready to eat, drink, then go home and pass out.

  Once we got in, we were seated, they took our orders, and I chugged my first sex on a beach. I ordered another one before we finally started talking. I was so comfortable around Don, and I appreciated him for that. We ate like normal, and drank, before heading back to his spot. I was a little tipsy, but I was aware of the feeling of wetness in between my thighs. We walked in and I was giggling at something he was telling me, and he smiled down at me. I guess his shots of Henny had gotten to him as well. He caressed the side of my face, and my pussy fluttered in anticipation.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. Inside and out. I wanna kiss you, Au’Brielle, but I ain’t trying to fuck what we got going on up.” He told me.

  “Then don’t.” I responded, about to walk off, but he snatched me back by my hand, before tonguing me down. He went to pick me up, but struggled, before I finally told him to let me down. ‘Kenzo could carry me around the block twice with no complaints.’ I thought. I took my shirt off and stood there watching Don take off his clothes. Looking at the print in his boxers he had a decent size, but Kenzo’s was perfect. He sucked on my lips before sucking on my nipples, I felt nothing. As he trailed lower and lower with his tongue finally reaching my pussy, I tried to force myself to get into it. I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried to steer his head and would close my eyes it wasn’t working. I closed my eyes tightly, and instantly opened them, before jumping up like the bed was on fire with tears in my eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Don. I can’t do this.” I told him.

  “What you mean?” He frowned and snatched me back onto the bed. My heart started to beat outta my chest.

  “I just can’t.” I spoke, and he stood over me, pushing me back on the bed.

  “I’m not really trying to hear that, Au’Brielle. You see how fine you are? I been trying to be nice to yo ass, but you making it hard. Just try and relax.” He told me, pulling my legs to the edge.

  “I don’t want to have sex with you, Don! Are you not understanding that?” I shrieked, as he tried to force himself inside. My heart was pounding at this point, as I realized I was either going to lay here and let him take it, or fight. I had been taken advantage of too many times in my life, I wasn’t allowing him to take something that I rightfully owned. I started swinging, and he shocked the fuck out of me, socking me in my lip, I instantly felt it split.

  “DON!” I shrieked.

  “Stop fucking playing with me!” He continued his pursuit, as I continued to somehow scoot away from him. I was clawing at him, before I finally kicked him in the dick on accident, and he doubled over, I took that as my opportunity to get the hell outta dodge. I grabbed my shirt and pants off the floor, before flying out the bedroom door and down the steps. I grabbed my purse off the couch, before sprinting out the door, leaving it wide open, running down the road, ass naked.

  I eventually stopped once I felt safe to put on my clothes and calling an Uber. Thank God, my phone was almost dead, but luckily, the good Lord was on my side. My Uber drive asked if I was okay, because of my lip and the long ass scratch under my right eye. I knew I looked a mess, but I would be okay. I was two seconds from screaming, I couldn’t believe Don would do something like that. I was in shock, and didn’t know what the fuck to think. My heart was still pounding ferociously.

  As soon as I got in my house, I locked the doors before climbing in the shower. Before I could clean my face good after my shower, someone was knocking on my door. My heart was beating out of my chest, thinking Don was coming to kill me or something. I grabbed my phone ready to dial nine one one, before Kenzo’s smooth voice blared out.

  “I know you home, your car out here. I just wanna talk to you.” He sounded so sweetly. I sat my knife down, and went to unlock the door before making sure I was good. I opened the door with so much attitude. He had a lot of nerve. I snatched the door open, staring up at him, instantly wanting to melt. But I had to remain strong.

  “I’ve had a long night, so make it quick.” I snapped. He frowned at me, stepping in the house, closing and locking my door before grabbing me by the chin examining my face and neck.

  “Who did this to you?” He clenched his jaw. My eyes welled, but I looked away. But Kenzo wasn’t having it, he forced me to look at him.

  “I’m not gon’ ask you again.” He spat.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to handle it myself like I’ve been doing. You been not giving a fuck about me, let’s be consistent here.” I spat.

  “I’ll find out for myself, since you don’t wanna tell me.” He walked back to the door.

  “Go ahead, deflect, and run away from me. It’s nothing new. You don’t have to act like you care about what happened to me. Go ahead and get to the reason you’re here. You want some pussy or something? Huh? What you gon’ do, take it from me if I don’t give it to you too?” I screamed at him, and he turned around so fast, with the scariest look in his eyes.

  “What the fuck you just said to me?” He barked, before towering over me.

  “I ain’t running from you, I’m trying to figure out who had the balls to put they hands on my Angel. I AIN’T NEVER HAD TO TAKE NO PUSSY! I AIN’T NO FUCKING RAPIST! SO DON’T EVER LET THAT SHIT COME OUT YO MOUTH AGAIN!” He growled at me, instantly causing tears to fall down my face. I had never ever had someone yell at me and come at me like this. He was in rare form, I had never seen Kenzo act like this. I just nodded, as the tears silently fell. His nostril’s flared, as he looked down at me. He forced me to look at him.

  “Somebody tried to rape you, Angel?” He asked, so softly.

  “Kenzo.” I started.

  “If it’s not answering my question, I ain’t trying to hear it.”

  “I thought he was my friend. We both had been drinking, and at first, I was with it, but the more he tried to kiss me and please me, I couldn’t do it, because you kept popping up in my fucking head. I compared everything to you and I jumped up. I told him I couldn’t do it, because my heart, my soul, my body, everything, lies with you. I had nothing to give him, because you took it all. He tried to rape me, but I fought, and made it outta there by the grace of God.” I screamed, before I just fell into his arms, weeping. He just held me tightly, and I realized I missed this man so much. He walked me to my bed, before holding me in his arms all night, not saying a word.

  The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Immediately, I gathered my thoughts before climbing from underneath my covers. I went to the bathroom to handle my hygiene and put some ointment on my scratches. I stared at myself in the mirror and shook my head. My phone ringing brought me out of my own thoughts. I quickly walked to answer it and noticed it was my mother.

  “Hey, Mom.” I spoke.

  “What’s wrong, mija?” She asked.

  “Nothing, Mom. How’s your day going?” I asked her. She went on to tell me that she found a house that was twenty minutes away, and that she made an offer on her. She said she would
probably need more help once she moved closer to me. I told her I would try my best to help her, when my line clicked and I saw it was Vash. I finished up my conversation with my mom, and then called Vash back. She answered, releasing a huge breath in my ear.

  “Bitch, I thought I was going to have to come find you. Have you heard? The dude you was with last night, Don, was beat damn near to death. He’s in the hospital, in critical condition.” She said, in one breath.

  “Wow. I’m in shock. No, I’m fine at home, just tired as hell after all the drinks.” I told her.

  “Well, I’m coming over to check on you.” She told me.

  “I’m fine.” I told her, but she was already pulling up with breakfast. I let her in, and she took one look at my face before frowning and giving me a hug.

  “Where your scratches from, sis?” She asked. I just sat there quietly, setting up my food so I could eat. She just stared at me before starting on her plate.

  “Don tried to.” I started, I couldn’t even finish the thought or sentence, as Vash looked at me with so much compassion.

  “What? Sis, you ain’t even got to tell me.” She said, softly, before moving toward embracing me.

  “You don’t even have to finish the sentence, sis. It’s gon’ be alright. We gon’ get through this.” Vash said.

  We ate, and just chilled all day, watching shows. I appreciated Vash so much, this girl was really my sister, she was my best friend. Words couldn’t explain how important she was to me. This girl had been there for me since day one. Loyalty isn’t about who’s been around the longest, but who remained solid through it all. We were just sprawled out on the couch, before there was a knock on the door.

  “Who is that?” Vash asked.

  “I have no idea.” I told her, she told me she had it, grabbing her purse and walking to the door.

  “Oh. Hello, how can I help you.” I heard her say.

  “Angel here?” His deep voice said.

  “Angel?” I heard her say. I stood up and walked behind Vash.

  “Angel? Are you Angel?” Vash asked, with this stupid grin on her face.

  “Kenzo, what do you want?” I asked him. He stared at me and Vash excused herself, grabbing the rest of her stuff.

  “You don’t have to leave.” I told her.

  “No, I’ll see you tomorrow. Nice finally meeting you, Kenzo. I’m Vashae, but you can call me Vash.” She held her hand out. Surprisingly, he shook her hand.

  “Nice to meet you, Vash, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.” He told her. I raised my eyebrows at him as Vash smiled.

  “Me too. Y’all have a goodnight.” She walked out.

  “I locked the door behind her, and walked right by Kenzo, making my way back to my spot where I was prior to him walking his fine self through the door. I was about to lay down, but he moved my pillow, and sat where I was about to lay my head. I smacked my lips as he just stared at me. I didn’t say a word to him, he was here for a reason, and I wasn’t letting him off easily. He wanted to talk so talk the floor was his. I turned my movie back on, only for him to snatch the remote out of my hands, and turn the TV off completely. We were sitting in the dark. For a few minutes, we just sat there, before he exhaled loudly.

  “I went and saw a therapist today.” He admitted.

  “A therapist? Are you okay, La’Kenzo?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

  “Nah, I’m fucked up.” He started, and I frowned.

  “The only person that ever showed me love was my mother. I loved that lady no matter what we been through. We were in homeless shelters, we slept on the streets, anything. But then shit finally started looking up for us, you know? And then she met this man, he swooped her off her damn feet. Little did she know, the nigga wasn’t shit, and he murdered her in front of me.” He paused, and cleared his throat. I sat there heart breaking for him, because I heard the pain in his voice.

  “Murdered my momma right in front of me, man. I tried to save her, but I was too fucking late.” He continued. I scooted closer to him, holding his hand, and lying my head on his shoulder.

  “I went into foster care after that. The lady that was my guardian, she used to, um. She used to molest me and shit, and she took my virginity.” He paused. I frowned, upset, because he had been holding all this in for only God knows how long.

  “Kenzo.” My voice cracked.

  “Don’t do that. I’m not telling you this shit for sympathy or pity. I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. That shit happened, and it’s over with. I’m learning to understand that motherfuckers are just sick in the head and they’ll get what’s coming to them.” He snapped, and stood up. I looked up at him as he cleared his throat. He was about to leave, but I followed behind him.

  “This is a foreign feeling to you. I understand that, but obviously, it’s something that’s compelling you to be here. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been here when you were here. That’s destiny, Kenzo. You can only run from it so long.” I said to his back. He turned around, staring at me up and down.

  “I don’t deserve you.” He blurted out.

  “Kenzo,” I started, but he shook his head.

  “You’re literally, an Angel on Earth, put here to bless other people’s lives. Do you know what you do with just a smile? Man, you light up a fucking room, Au’Brielle. Your presence instantly makes motherfuckers stand up straight. I don’t even think you realize it.” He said, before turning around, and opening the door to leave again. I followed right behind him in my house shoes I slipped on.

  “I don’t know how to take you. One minute, you’re showing me you care about me, the next minute you’re acting like I don’t even exist. I think I would be okay if you stayed on one side, but you’re so inconsistent. I just want to know did you even care about me at one point? Did I even mean anything to you?” My voice crackled.

  “I don’t know how to love you the way you need, and deserve to be loved, Angel. I want to, I swear to God, I feel so strongly about you, but I can’t take it there knowing it’s a recipe for disaster.” He looked in my eyes. He made it to the bottom of the steps, and I was a few steps above, looking him in the eye. I shook my head.

  “That’s not true.” I wiped the tears that kept falling.

  “Au’Brielle, just go in the house. We just need to let this shit go.” He broke my heart.

  “Why are you fighting this? Why are you hurting me, if you care about me? I see it in your eyes, La’Kenzo.” I let the tears roam freely. He wiped them and kissed my forehead.

  “As bad as I want to love on you, I can’t. Stop crying, Angel, you fucking with me right now.”

  “Well, you’re fucking with my heart right now, Kenzo. Please.” I pleaded. He just stared at me blankly. I nodded.

  “I swear to God, it’s a wrap, if you let me go this time, there is no coming back.” I threatened him. I stood there briefly as he slowly made his way to his car. I nodded, before storming back up the stairs and walking in my apartment slamming the door. My phone was ringing, but I just went in the kitchen to grab a glass of wine, realizing I didn’t have anymore. I went in my room, slipping on some jogging pants and a hoodie. I needed a glass of wine badly right now. I was going to sulk tonight, and tomorrow, I was going to heal. I put my slides back on, before walking out my room, and right into Kenzo. I was scared shitless as he looked at me with his cold eyes. He took me into his arms, holding me tightly. We ended up flopping back on the bed together, with him on top of me. He was holding me so tight, as I laid there not knowing what to think.

  Fourteen ~ Lucci

  It was a boss nigga’s meeting. Tonight’s event was all about meeting with black, money making niggas, networking, and making money moves. I was bringing my woman with me, so that she could get her network on too. I knew niggas were bringing their women with them, so that was money on the floor for my girl. She got dressed in this sparkling, fire, red ass dress, matching my red and black blazer. We were looking good as fuck as a unit, and I couldn’t wait to show m
y baby off. I pulled out the Maserati tonight, of course, and told the valet not to fuck up my shit.

  “You look so beautiful, Nia.” I told her.

  “Thank you, handsome.” She pecked me on the lips, before wiping her lip gloss off my lips. We posed for the cameras as soon as we walked in. Whoever the event planner was, had this shit decked the fuck out.

  “Beautiful, beautiful.” The camera man smirked. I nodded, before grabbing my woman’s hand, as we glided across the room. I saw my nigga, Shyloh, in here, and also a couple of fucking rats in this bitch too. I saw my niggas, Trell, Pierre, and Zeus, with their women.

  “You in this bitch dolo, bro?” I chuckled.

  “You never know, I could leave with Nia. I never bring sand to the beach.” He chuckled.

  “I’ll push yo fat ass dome back, stop playing with me.” I told him.

  “Whatever, nigga, I secured that bag for us.” He spoke. I frowned.

  “The foreigner?” I asked.

  “Yeah, nigga, who else? We about to go from rich niggas, to wealthy black men.” He slapped fives with me. I nodded. Shit, I was already making money in my sleep, ever since I linked up with Kentrell. But working with both these niggas, it was like I could never have enough bread in my pockets. I walked over to my group of niggas and dapped them up.

  “Wassup, nigga? Yo ass come in here looking like the disco and the ball.” Zion cracked, and I chuckled.

  “And yo ass looking short and stout in that too little ass suit.” I joked back.

  “I’m Aliyanna, you look beautiful.” Trell’s wife introduced herself to Nia Pia.

  “My bad, before this asshole interjected. Nia, this Aliyanna, that’s her house husband, Trell, they got like fifty kids and shit. This Pierre and that’s Zeus. This my future wife, Nia Pia.” I introduced her.

  “I’m Zion.” Zion added.

  “Damn, I ain’t even see yo chunky ass there.” I chuckled.

  “Yeah, alright nigga.” He laughed. We all shot the shit, until I finally realized my nigga wasn’t here.