Married to a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “Is that MiMi?” I smiled giving her a hug.

  “The one and only.”

  “Damn it’s been a long time.”

  “That it has… I see you grew up nicely. Is that a tongue ring?” she asked peeping the diamond.

  “You already know. You of all people should know how much I love eating the pussy,” I smirked. “I used this to add that special touch to my pussy eating techniques.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is.”

  “You stressing?” she asked pointing at my lines of pre rolled blunts.”

  “Something like that.”

  “Want to split a triple chocolate brownie fudge sundae? That’s always brightened your day,” she smiled.

  “With whip cream? I’m game.”

  “Lead the way I’ll follow,” she smiled, exposing those deep dimples.

  I walked to my car and watched MiMi get into a Lexus Coupe. Nothing about her changed except her body had filled out. MiMi use to be the cute girl on the block with a bird chest and flat ass. What captivated me was her beauty and how determined she was to get out the hood. She was the levelheaded one that was always able to calm me down when I was about to do some hot shit.

  We arrived to our little ice-cream spot and I placed the order for our dessert. After paying for the sundae, I grabbed two spoons and sat in a booth by the window.

  “Damn MiMi, you grew up,” I said handing her a spoon.

  “I know what you’re thinking and I ain’t pay for none of it either.” She licked her tongue out at me.

  “That was my next question,” I laughed, taking a scoop of the ice cream.

  “I don’t know… over the years my body just transformed.”

  “I see you still bowlegged.”

  “Yup, that shit drive the niggas crazy,” she laughed.

  “Tell me what you been up to over the years.”

  “After my parents sent me away, I went to boarding school. That shit was torture. Being in an all-girl school forced me to focus more in school. After that I went to college and became an inspector.”

  “Out of all things an inspector?”

  “Yes. Weird huh? After watching Deliver Us From Eva I was like oh, I have to have that job.” She chuckled. “Plus I like the perks, I get to travel, see the world, and experience different things.”

  “That’s good. What brings you back to Flint?”

  “My father died,” she replied with sadness in her eyes.

  Even though I couldn’t stand that nigga, I still felt bad for her. I sat back and watched MiMi twirl the spoon in the sundae. Her teeth were white and perfectly straight, thanks to the braces that used to give me hell when I used to try to kiss her. Her skin was a smooth chocolate color and her body was banging in the skintight baby doll dress she wore. She didn’t have one of those video vixen bodies like Honey, but she had enough curves to drive a nigga crazy.

  “Remember when you popped my cherry for the first time and my dad came home from work early?” she asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah, my leg still fucked up from having to hide in your small ass closet,” I laughed.

  “Those were the days. You know I never stopped thinking about you.”

  “The same here. I was sick for a minute when you left, but eventually I learned how to deal.”

  “That’s what’s up. Well this is my mom calling me, it was nice seeing you Cole. Take my number down so we can stay in touch.”

  “A’ight cool,” I replied sliding her my phone.

  She keyed in her number, saved it, then handed me back the phone. I walked her to her car and gave her a quick hug before watching her drive off. I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t feel anything being in her presence; however, what I was feeling for Honey was a lot more stronger. Besides, puppy love and adult love were two different things.

  After MiMi left, I went back to my spot in the park and smoked my joints. She was able to take my mind off my dilemma temporarily, but then my problems came back at full speed. I was on my fourth joint, high as fuck, bumping Lil Boosie from my iPhone, when I decided I was just gon’ confront my pops.

  Hopping back in the rental, I headed back to my dad’s house and sat in the driveway for ten minutes, before I called him.

  “You finally find time for your pops.”

  “What’s up? I’m outside, let’s go fishing.”

  “Last time you asked me to go fishing you caught your first body, you stressing?”

  “Yeah pops, it’s Honey,” I lied.

  “Bitches. You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them,” he laughed. “I’ll be out in a few.”

  I fired another blunt to calm my nerves, as I waited for my pops to come out. I wasn’t sure how to come at him, or what I was going to do if he came clean about setting Ralph up. I watched him come out of the house and walk towards the rental. I popped the trunk so that he could place the fishing gear inside.

  “Why you didn’t tell me you were in town?” my father asked.

  “It was a last minute thing. One minute Honey and I were beefing and the next I’m on a plane.”

  “What happened?”

  “I just caught her talking to her ex.”

  “The same ex that shot you?” he asked staring at the side of my face.

  “Do you think she had something to do with it?”

  “Nah, but I know that nigga got something to do with Ralph getting shot up,” I answered, glancing at him. The way he fidgeted his phone in his hand, told me he was nervous.

  I pulled up to the secluded lake I grew up fishing at. This was the same lake I used to bring MiMi to so we wouldn’t get caught by her folks. I helped my father unload the trunk, then we took our position at the pier.

  “Ralph made a full recovery,” I said making sure I watched his every reaction.

  “He did?” he asked hooking bait to his rod.

  “Yup, he came back full force like he was never down.”

  “Wow,” he shrugged, dropping his line in the water.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you went to visit him?” I asked throwing my line in the water.

  “It slipped my mind.”

  “What’s your beef with Ralph anyways?”

  “Around the time your mother got pregnant with him, I caught her cheating on me. When he was born, he came out looking nothing like me. The older he got, the more he started to look like his mother. When I chose to leave, your mother was pregnant with you so I decided to come back when you were born. The moment I picked you up and looked into those same colored eyes that I had, I knew you were mine. So I took you and I left.”

  “Why didn’t you accept Ralph when you found out he was yours?”

  “He hated me, so I hated his black ass back.”

  “How could you live with yourself knowing you’re the reason your grandson is dead?” I asked feeling anger take over me.

  For a minute, my father just looked at me without muttering a word. I could see the sweat build up on his forehead as he battled with his choice of words. On his face was a feeling of defeat. He knew he was caught, he was now trying to figure out how to get himself out of the jam he was in.

  “I did it for you.”

  “For me?”

  “This is supposed to be all yours. You should be running the city of Miami, not being a fucking sidekick.”

  “Do you hear yourself right now?” I asked looking at him sideways.

  “That pussy nigga killed my son so he deserved to lose his!” he rambled on.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Bear. Bear was your fucking brother. I was grooming him to be the next kingpin, but your brother and Stacks had to take him away. Listen to me Cole, Ralph don’t care about nobody but himself. If he had to choose between you and Stacks, it would be Stacks all the way. Stop fooling yourself Cole. Think!”

  “Are you fucking serious right now? You want me to go against my brother for some hood fame?”
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br />   “Cole, you were built to do this! All this should be yours!”

  Twirling the knife in my hand, I cut the line out of the mouth of the fish that took the bait.

  “I can pull the trigger for you, all this can be ours,” my father said, as he watched me throw the fish in a bucket.

  Reaching behind my back, I pulled out my gun and trained it on him.

  “So you gon’ kill me over that pussy nigga? For a long time it was just you and me! I raised you!” my father yelled.

  Tears trickled down my face as I released the safety off the gun. How could this nigga do some shit like this? What type of nigga would turn against his own flesh and blood? I wondered as I held my finger on the trigger.

  “Obey your fucking parents Cole, put the damn gun down.”

  “How could you do this man?” I asked feeling my heart shatter.

  “Cole baby, it’s me, your pops. It don’t even have to go down like this.”

  “Why couldn’t you just stay in your fucking lane?” I said shaking the gun.

  POW!

  The gun went off. I wasn’t intentionally trying to pull the trigger. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, I just wanted to get my point across. At the moment, it felt like killing my father was the right thing to do, but watching him on the ground with a bullet to his head, caused me to break down.

  “Ohhhhh fuck, pops!” I cried running to him. “C’mon pops, get up!”

  I tried to shake him awake, but it was too late. My father was gone, and I was responsible for taking his life away. I sat with my father cradled in my arms until the night sky replaced the sun. I said a quick prayer for my father, then threw his body into the water. I watched as he sunk to the bottom of the lake, before I gathered the fishing tools and loaded them in my trunk. I had no desire to stay in Flint, so after disposing everything that contained my fingerprints, I booked a flight back home.

  Chapter 14

  Cinnamon

  I tried to move my aching body, but I was unsuccessful. The kids and I ended up getting caught in the rain, hence this bad cold my body was now battling. Trying to care for two kids and be sick, was the hardest thing to do. Since Chad was still mad at me, I had no choice but to do it. After putting the kids down for bed, I dropped down in my bed and prayed for sleep to take over me.

  The morning sky began to seep through the window, as I forced myself to get up. It was now half past seven, so it was only a matter of time until the kids woke up demanding breakfast. The chills took over my body as I tried my best to walk around the house. When I made it to the kids’ room, they were gone. I frantically searched for them and came up empty. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call the cops, Chad walked in the house carrying shopping bags.

  “The kids are with my mother,” he said disappearing into the kitchen.

  How dare this nigga walk in this fucking house after going missing for two fucking weeks. The nerve of this nigga to think that I would actually have something to do with the abduction of his daughter. If I wasn’t feeling like I’ve been hit by four busses, I would have given him a piece of my mind.

  “Take this,” Chad said, walking in the room with a bottle of cold medicine.

  Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the medicine from him and gulped it down.

  “Eat this.” He placed a hot bowl of soup next to me.

  “Now you remember you have a wife?” I cut my eyes at him.

  “Why didn’t you call me to tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

  “Why did you walk out on us?”

  “Cinny, I’m not trying to argue with you, let me take care of you.”

  “We are too grown for this shit Chad! I’m not going to keep playing these games with you. We are married, not some couple fucking and shit. If you have a fucking problem with me, you need to come at me correct. Ain’t no need for you to go bitching around sleeping in motherfucker’s guesthouses and shit. I swear to God Chad, you spend one more night out of this house and I’m fucking you up. What the fuck you think this is?” I spat.

  “Eat the damn soup and lay down,” he said walking to the bathroom.

  I heard the water turn on so I assumed he went to take a shower. I picked up the bowl of chicken noddle soup and began sipping on the broth. After drinking the bowl of soup, I drank the orange juice Chad brought me and laid down.

  My mind traveled to Skylar, as I wondered if she was ok. I felt like shit knowing that she was somewhere out there with God knows who. The cops kept reporting that they had no leads and Chad was going crazier by the second. I felt bad for my husband, but I wasn’t going to allow him to put the blame on me.

  I was about to drift off to sleep when I felt my legs being pried open. Chad blew his minty breath on my pussy before spreading the lips, giving it one long, wet lick. I could feel the mint from the Listerine on my clit, as he licked and sucked on it. He stuck his tongue deep in my hole causing me to gasp for air.

  “Dammnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Chad,” I moaned rotating my hips.

  “You forgive me Cinn?”

  “Yes baby, please eat this pussy,” I begged, and he did just that.

  For one hour straight, Chad ate my pussy in every position, even creating a few new ones of his own. I came so much that I swore my PH balance was all fucked up.

  “Chad baby, I’m cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming….. ohhhhh!” I screamed as my pussy turned into a water gun.

  The impact of that orgasm was so powerful that it knocked the cold out of me. Chad got up to get some towels to clean me off, but before he could make it back, I was already passed out.

  *****

  I had finally talked Chad into letting me open up a bigger office. Yes, I loved the idea of working from home, but my clientele was now growing so I needed a bigger office space. I wanted the upper class clients to feel comfortable with me planning their events, decorating their house, and finding them property, so I needed a place that yelled class.

  I was finally able to find the perfect three-story office building, I just needed to have it inspected. As I walked through the floor plan of my massive building, I pinpointed where I wanted everything to go. The first floor was for my party planning events, the second for my interior decorating, and the top was my real estate office. I was a woman of many talents and I was putting all of them to use.

  “Cinnamon Green?” a beautiful dark-skinned woman asked walking into my office.

  “Yes, you must me MiMi Reed,” I said reaching my hand out to greet her.

  “The one and only,” she replied shaking my hand.

  MiMi Reed was known for being the toughest inspector to walk the earth. She gave a restaurant two stars because one of the light bulbs in the bathroom went out. I knew if I wanted to get this building up and running, I had to butter her up and get on her good side.

  “Let’s take a look around shall we,” she said taking out a clipboard and pencil.

  “Be my guest,” I replied following behind her.

  As she walked through the building, I was hot on her trail. She would look at something, scribble notes down and move to the next thing. She always kept her notes hid with a piece of paper, so I wasn’t able to peek and see what she was writing.

  After three hours of holding my breath, she was finally done with her inspection. The only thing that needed to be done was to update electrical and I was clear to proceed with opening. I had an electrician coming so I wasn’t too worried about that. My biggest problem was figuring how I wanted to decorate everything.

  “That wasn’t too bad.” I smiled as she gave me my paperwork stating my building passed with an ‘A’.

  “No. I’m not really as people make me out to be.”

  “I understand, you’re only doing your job.”

  “I wish these South Floridians would understand that. I’m tired of them cursing me out if their building fails,” she laughed.

  “Yeah, they pretty shout out down here. How long are you here for?”

  “I’m on contract so I shoul
d be in Miami for a good six months, depending if I’m needed elsewhere.”

  “Well if you ever need a tour, or need help getting around, here’s my card.”

  “Thanks. I’ll hold you to that. Do you know anywhere I can go to get my hair done?” she asked running her fingers through her inches.

  “My sister owns a salon, she’s a beast with the weave,” I replied flipping my fresh curls.

  “Really, you think she can fit me in for today, my hair is looking a mess?”

  “Yes, here’s her card. I’ll let her know you’re coming through.”

  “Thank again Cinnamon.”

  “Anytime boo,” I smiled after seeing her out of my place of business.

  Once Mimi was gone, I pulled out my laptop and placed a few ads in Career Builder, Monster, and Indeed Jobs. I was looking for qualified applicants that would help my business flourish. When I was done updating everything, I grabbed Chad’s black card and began shopping for my building. My dream was finally coming true and I was going to live it until it was my time to rest.

  Chapter 15

  Ralph

  Dealing with the loss of my son was the hardest thing I had to do. As I sat down next to his grave, all I could do was cry. My lil soldier was too young to die. If there was a way I could take his place, I would do it in a heartbeat. I’ve been sitting here, flipping through pictures of my son for the last two hours. Since I wasn’t able to make it to the funeral, this was my way of saying goodbye.

  I got up and stood for a few seconds allowing the blood to rush through my legs before walking to the car. Although I was back, I wasn’t one-hundred percent yet. I had to wait a few minutes before walking and my chest burned when I cough. My doctor told me to give myself some time to heal, but time was something I didn’t have. With all the snakes in my grass, it was time to pull out the lawn mower.