The Price of Loving A Boss

by Kia

  He probably had a date with Diamond and wanted to make sure we both weren’t in the same establishment. Shit, I started looking around for her ass too. He was with me now, and she needed to accept that.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Davinchi

  “Nah, for real, I promise this bitch bad. And she say she want you,” my homie, Paris, said to me.

  I was chilling in the projects and smoking blunts with my niggas. My mind was on Diamond heavy, but I finally gave in to Emo on finding me a badder bitch. Patricia wasn’t doing it anymore. Living with her for this short amount of time had made me feel different about her.

  “I keep telling this nigga. All he gotta do is get a bitch that’s finer than Diamond and he’ll be good,” Emo said as Paris passed him the blunt. We were sitting outside on the benches and the sun had just gone down.

  “Man, shut up, B. I said I would,” I said.

  “That pussy must be fire. This nigga been all at Starbucks and shit looking for her ass,” Emo joked.

  “What time this Skyla bitch supposed to be here anyway?” I asked. “She better be fine too,” I added.

  “Shit, that’s her pulling up right now,” Paris said as he stood up and waved his hand so she could see us. “Yo, sis, over here!”

  “She fine?” I asked Emo.

  He shrugged. “I ain’t never seen the bitch before. I had a different bitch for ya. This nigga said this the bitch that been inquiring about you and shit.”

  “That’s her with the gold on,” Paris said.

  “Word?” I said as I watched her and some other girls walk up. That nigga Paris came through for once because the bitch was indeed bad. She was tall with some long and sexy legs. Her skin complexion was vanilla and her eyes were shaped like the moon. She must had been high because they were shining like the moon too. Her hair was in a long pony tail. I couldn’t really tell if she had on a body suit or just some tight ass clothes the same colors. Bitch was so bad, I didn’t even pay attention to her friends. All I know is it was two of them and I’m assuming they came for my niggas.

  “Skyla, this is my nigga Davinchi. Davinchi, this is Skyla.”

  “Hi,” she said, extending her hand to me.

  “Yo,” I said as I stood to hug her. Tall bitches was a fetish of mine, but I somehow ended up with the short ones.

  “Look! They fighting!” Paris said, pointing across the street to a street brawl.

  It was two bitches in the middle of the street getting funky. Like the hood niggas we were, you know we had to run and see who was gonna win.

  “Daaaaaamn,” I said as we all got closer to witness the beat down. Then I double blinked when I saw who it was.

  “Bitch, didn’t I tell you that I’ma whoop ya ass every time I catch you!” Pat said as she swung Seeka on the ground. I put my head into my palms and took a deep breath. Pat was on my very last nerve.

  “Yo, ain’t them ya bitches?” Emo asked with laughter as he puffed on his blunt. Seeka had raised her head up and caught a glimpse of me.

  “Do something, Vinchi!”

  “Oooh, so you got bitches fighting over you?” Skyla asked with a sly grin on her face.

  “Shit!” Paris yelled as Pat connected another hit to Seeka’s face. Then Pat pushed Seeka on her back, preparing to stomp her in the stomach. I could tell by the way she raised her foot.

  “Nah, B, she pregnant!” Emo yelled as he ran over to Pat and pulled her off of Seeka. Seeka took that opportunity to get up and run as fast as she could to her car then she irked the fuck up outta here.

  “Get off me!” Pat yelled to Emo as she jerked away from him.

  “I’ght, bitch, I was tryna help you. Everybody got they phones out. That lil’ stupid ass move you tried to pull almost got you locked the fuck up,” Emo said as he walked back over to were Paris, me and the girls were standing. This caused Pat to connect eyes with mine. She didn’t even bother tryna go off. The look in her eyes told me that she knew I was about to beat her ass when we got home.

  “I feel like that hoe was watching me from across the street and ran into Seeka while spying and shit. Told you, B, this hoe always poppin’ up,” I complained to Emo as the crowd separated and Pat got back into the car with Skata.

  “That hoe crazy,” Paris said.

  “Indeed,” Emo agreed.

  We all walked back across the street and chilled on the benches. Paris and Emo indulged in conversation with their two girls while I went to Skyla’s car so we could talk in private.

  “I can smoke in here?” I asked Skyla. She shook her head yes. I took a puff and passed the blunt to her. Then we talked and laughed about the fight and how Pat was crazy.

  “Man, that dick must be poppin’,” she said as she fixed her lip gloss in the mirror.

  “Shit, you can find out,” I said as we connected eyes, then I looked down at my dick.

  “Boy, I don’t even know you.”

  “But you been around this bitch asking about me and shit,” I said. I could tell she was nothing but another sack chaser tryna act like she wasn’t with it.

  “What you wanna do?” she asked.

  “Right now? I just want some head.”

  “But what if my friends walk over here?” she asked.

  “They good, B. My niggas got them straight. Come on.” I leaned the seat back, unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick through the hole.

  “You better not tell anyone,” she said as she took of her gold hoop earrings and took me into her mouth. I damn near moaned like a lil’ bitch when she went all the way down on my dick and let it hit the back of her throat.

  “Shit, girl,” I said as I placed one hand on her head and let it go up and down.

  “Look at this bitch!” I heard before someone started beating on her window.

  “Shit!” she yelled as she raised up and wiped my cum off the corner of her lips.

  “What the fuck? Who is that?” I asked as some fat nigga tried to bust the whole window open with his fist.

  “Get that hoe!” I heard another nigga yell.

  “Pop the trunk on her bitch ass!” the fat man yelled as he walked to a car that was parked right next to us. The same car that had been there for about an hour.

  “Baby, no!” Skyla yelled.

  When I hopped out the car, Emo and Paris were already running to the car, pulling their weapons out the small of their backs.

  “I’m finna kill this bitch!” the man yelled.

  Now that I was out the car, I had a good luck at him. He was tall, dark and had a stomach the size of an elephant’s stomach.

  “Do something! Please,” Skyla’s friends yelled.

  I thought the nigga was playing until he pulled his weapon out the trunk.

  “This nigga just pulled out a sword, B,” Emo laughed.

  “Boy, what the fuck?” Paris joined Emo in laughter. But this nigga was really about to chop this bitch up. I was the shooter, Emo was the one with hands and knew how to use them.

  “Don’t shoot that nigga, B, it’s too many people out. Drop his big ass,” I said to Emo.

  “I already know. Hold this.” He gave me his blunt and nine and walked behind the nigga. One thing about Emo, he was smooth as a cat with it. Swiftly, he reached around, grabbed the sword and chunked it to me. When big boy turned around, Emo hit him with a mean two piece and that’s all it took to drop him. The ground shook as he fell and laid there unconscious on his back with both hands flopped out. Like he was about to make a snow angel.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Paris said to the other two niggas as he drew down on them. They tried to sneak up on Emo.

  “Let’s go,” Skyla said to her friends. They hopped in the car and she burnt the fuck out.

  “You have no idea what type of bitch you protecting, B,” one of the dudes said as he woke his friend up from being knocked the fuck out.

  “Yeah, whatever,” Emo said as I gave him his gun back and passed him the blunt. We walked away and continued to chill
outside like fuck it.

  “If the pussy that good, I don’t want it,” I joked with Paris.

  But I did wonder what Skyla did that was so bad that a nigga was trying to chop her up.

  Chapter Thirty

  Diamond

  When we made it to Haiti, it was already dark. But like NYC, Haiti didn’t sleep. This was nothing like I had seen on TV. They show us how dangerous it is and how poor, but this was just beautiful what I was seeing. As we drove through the streets, I saw not one crying face. Everyone seemed so happy here.

  “What part of Haiti is this? It’s beautiful.”

  “We’re headed to Petionville. You will love it,” Gee said as he yawned. He didn’t sleep much on the flight.

  “I thought Haiti was poor,” I said.

  “Certain parts. The part that I was born in is one of the worst parts. That’s why I came to America, made money, and moved my family to Petionville.”

  “Why not America?” I asked.

  “My family doesn’t like America. They wanted to stay in Haiti, so I moved them to a nicer part. It worked out because what I pay for my penthouse in NYC, I could pay for an entire island here. It’s cheap. But only because a majority of my country is poor. So I bought my family a mansion and only paid chump change for it.”

  “Wow. Must be nice,” I said as we drove up a long hill. My ears started to pop, so I knew we were going up high. When we finally made it up the hill, I was in awe. “Is all of this your family’s house?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  The house sat at the top and overlooked the island. The moon reflected on the water and showed its greatness.

  “Daaaamn. This mansion takes up the whole damn mountain, seems like. Why don’t you just move back here?” I asked.

  “Can’t make no money here. But I come back and spend time with them every once in a while,” he said as we pulled into the circular drive way.

  “This is beautiful,” I said.

  “Thanks. I feel I should warn you now; my family speaks very little English. So don’t be alarmed,” Gee said as he parked the rental car right at the enormous entrance of the mansion.

  Then he got out and got Rena. She was asleep, so he was very careful and gentle as he slowly laid her head on his shoulder and put her bag around his free arm. Then he opened the door for me. I was still in awe that people could live like this in Haiti. I kid you not, it looked like a big, beautiful ass hotel.

  I couldn’t believe that we were just in Dallas and now Haiti. Though the flight was a little over six hours, it was well worth it. This place was beautiful. Gee took out his key to unlock the door but someone had already opened it. We were greeted by seven very happy people. I couldn’t tell who was who, but they all were beautiful. Shit, I couldn’t even tell what was being said.

  One woman looked over at me and smiled. She said something to Gee. “My mother says you’re very beautiful, and so is your daughter. But I told her this is your little sister,” Gee said as they all pulled us inside. The energy was crazy, I felt so loved. I’d never felt this much love in one place.

  “Tell her I said thank you,” I said.

  “Diamond, meet my mom, dad, little sister, auntie, grandmother, grandfather and great grandmother,” Gee said then he said something in French to them.

  “Hiiii,” all of them said to me in unison as they struggled to say my name. Gee laughed.

  “Let me take you to the room you will be sleeping in with Rena,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me up the marble stairs.

  This felt so right. I looked down at his family and they were still standing there smiling at me. They didn’t walk away until we had gotten all the way up the stairs. When Gee opened the door to my room, there were incense burning with candles lit. The tub was built into the floor and it sat beside the bed. I had a clear view of the city from my room. The bed was bigger than a California King.

  “Is this the master bedroom?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said as he sat Rena down on the bed and put her under the covers.

  “What? I’m fine with staying in the guest bedroom,” I said.

  “They’re just being generous. Let them.”

  “Okay. So where will you sleep?” I asked him.

  “Downstairs. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. I promise. Get some rest,” he said as he walked out and shut the door.

  On the side of the bed was a silk gown laid out. I assumed it was for me because some slippers were under it. I walked over to the tub and ran some bath water. I even added the rose petals that were in a jar. I also added the lavender bath oil.

  After removing my clothes and turning the water off, I slid into the tub. The minute the water hit my body, I immediately felt relaxed. I sat back and thought about the millions of words I could say to get Gee to feel about me how I was feeling about him. But I didn’t know what to say or where to start. I had to get in his arms.

  I reached over and took my phone out of my pockets and played Pandora. The first song that played was Brandy’s Have You Ever. So ironic. That song explained my current situation. I laid back and let her words marinate.

  What do I gotta do to get you in my arms, baby? What do I gotta say to get to your heart?

  I started to wonder why God would send me the man of my dreams only for him to be in love with someone else.

  Knock Knock

  “Come in,” I said. The only thing I needed was a blunt.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll come back,” Gee said when he saw that I was down in the tub.

  “It’s fine,” I said when I noticed that he had food in his hands.

  “You sure?” he asked. I started to wonder what the fuck type of oil was in my water. I felt drunk, but not in a sloppy way. Fully relaxed was how I felt.

  “I’m sure,” I said. He came in and shut the door. He also had a bottle of wine. He had changed into gray sweat pants and a wife beater. He looked over at Rena to see if she was still sleeping and sat on the bed. His eyes were always so dark, but beautiful.

  “My mother cooked. Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “What is it?”

  He looked down at the glass plate. “Some beans and rice, plantain, and fish. It’s not fried, my mother boils it. It’s good, I promise,” he said when he seen the look on my face.

  “Let me try,” I said. He got off the bed, kneeled down and fed me some of the fish first.

  “Hmmm,” I hummed.

  It was actually tasty. It had some sort of sauce on it. I’d never tasted anything like it. It tasted like something that was made from all natural herbs and tomatoes.

  “Told you,” he said as he fed me some red beans and rice.

  “Oh my Goooh,” I moaned as my taste buds jumped like Jordan.

  “And guess what?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “All of it is natural. Nothing artificial on this plate and it’s healthy,” he said as he fed me the plantain.

  “Why are you so passionate about healthy food?” I asked as I relaxed. He placed the wine by me and sat back on the bed.

  “I pay attention to everything, do my research and know plenty of people in the fast food business. It’s a sad thing when food kills more people than cigarettes. In America, everyone has some type of cancer or disease that’s unheard of. They tell you that everyone over here is sick and dying of diseases but we have some of the healthiest people. The life span in America decreases every year. Because we are poor, we are forced to grow our own food or catch it in the water. We have plenty of natural resources at our hands. America is afraid of that, so they make healthy food expensive and toxic food cheap. I hate to see my people dying everyday. I know too many people that want to eat healthy and don’t because all they can afford is unhealthy food. It’s time for change.”

  “And do you think they will let you just take over like that? Even if you become married and we have a child, what if they try to kill you?” I asked.

  “You’re right. The government is def
initely with the shits. But my God is with me and he knows my heart. I will not cause a scene or blast the American food system publicly. I will just bring healthier foods into the U.S and buy the best marketing team that money can buy.”

  “Is it about the money?”

  “Yes and no. Yes because I have to make some sort of profit if I want to continue. But it will definitely be cheaper. Not because I really want this for my people. I will open other businesses but this is what I want to do first and I will not stop until it is done. No matter what.”

  “I’ve always felt that way about food. I have watched people die of cancers that come from nowhere and it’s becoming so normal.”

  “Eating healthy changes everything. Your skin, your brain and your overall happiness. You will notice the difference.”

  “Yeah? I want to try it.”

  “Good, you can be my witness. Starting today, will buy all of your groceries and only stock your house with food that helps you. And pay attention to the change.”

  I smiled. “I can’t wait.”

  “Do you need a robe?” he asked when he saw me looking around. I had just noticed I didn’t put a towel out. Only the gown.

  “Yes, please?”

  He walked to the bathroom and came back with a red robe. “Here you go.”

  I stood up, purposely showing him my body and put the robe around me. Then I let the water out and laid in the middle of the bed. My body was asleep. That oil was the truth. “I see you used my mother’s oil. Did you like it?” he asked, putting the food on the floor.

  “Hell yes. What she put in this shit?” I asked.

  “I have no clue. But it works wonders.”

  “Yes, it does.

  “So how did your mom know that Rena was deaf?” he asked.

  “My mother just knew something was wrong. Took Rena to the doctor and they confirmed it. We would always play with her and say things, but she would look the other way. And one day, my mother was playing with a gun and it went off. Rena never woke up, cried or anything. She just knew something was up.”

  “Why is her dad locked up?”