Fallin' For a Boss

by Lucinda John

  “I ain’t know you could sing,” she said, but I knew what she really wanted to say was ‘bend me over and fuck me right here on the spot’.

  “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me ma,” I said kissing her on the hand and walking away. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my back. I smiled knowing it was only a matter of time before she would come looking for me.

  “Damn bra, that’s you?” Bear asked as soon as I sat back down.

  “No, but if she play her cards right she could be,” I laughed, taking a sip of my drink. There was something about Lala that I couldn’t shake. She was beautiful, smart; she had her self together, and that body! Man, I ain’t seen a body like that in years. Donna had a nice body, but Lala’s body was on a whole other level. I was usually able to control my Jr., but the way that ass was rubbing on me Jr. said fuck that and decided to stand up.

  I sat and watched her and her and her home girl dance. I was mesmerized by her. She had me feeling like I felt every time I laid my eyes on Donna. It’d been a year since her and my twins died and I never fully got over her. I fucked a few bitches to get my rocks off, but nothing serious as dating, but laying my eyes on Lala changed that. It was beyond sex. I wanted to get to know her more.

  “Lord give me a sign,” I said to myself. I wanted to know if this was real or was it just my head being fucked up from all the shots I took.

  Lala was bouncing that fat ass to T.I.’s Mediocre. I had to agree that that song was all Lala, nothing was mediocre about her sexy ass. Just as that ass had a nigga tuned in like an episode of Love and Hip Hop, I saw James’ bitch ass grab Lala’s arm and tried to pull her off the dance floor.

  The Indian looking girl she came with got in James’ face. Damn you work fast; I thought to myself as I looked up to the ceiling. This was the sign I needed. I usually never put my cape on and played the role of Captain Save A Hoe, but that wasn’t a hoe. I felt something for her. Putting my hand on my waist to make sure my fie was there in place, I made my way to the dance floor. Bear and the other fellows peeped what was up, so they followed behind me like soldiers getting ready for war.

  “Do we have a problem here?” I asked cocking my head to the side as I looked James square in the eyes. This nigga was mad pathetic.

  “Nothing over here concerns you partna!” he replied, returning my gaze. Oh, so this nigga had big cow balls!

  “Ms. Lala, are you ok?” I asked her. I could see the tear stains on her face. Putting two and two together, I did the math and realized that this cat was her man.

  “Nigga, she alright! Let’s go Lala now!” he yelled, snatching her by her hand again causing her to stumble and fall. WHAM! I punched that nigga right in the face. I don’t know what came over me, but that shit had me livid! He got up to try to square up with me, but Lala got in between us.

  “C’mon James, let’s go,” she whispered, looking down at the floor. Watching them walk towards the entrance together fucked my head up.

  “You good?” Bear asked noticing the hurt in my eyes. I was fucked up about lil’ mama for real though. She had me feeling shit that I ain’t felt in a long time. A part of me wanted to walk out behind them and blast that nigga.

  “Yeah, that was that nigga James,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “So, what you want me to do?” Bear asked with his hand on his piece ready to set it off.

  “Nothing for now. I’m going to take his money, take over his city, and then take his girl. If that nigga got a problem, then I’ll pump straight lead in his ass!” I replied, pulling the blunt from behind my ear.

  “No doubt,” Bear replied rolling up some Rainbow Kush that we copped from the Africans. This was that good shit a nigga from Africa name Aliba was growing. This shit didn’t hit the streets yet, so I know money was going to start coming in by the boatload.

  “This that good shit” Bear choked. I took a long toke, held it in my system, and let it out.

  A few blunts and bottles later, a nigga was feeling like fucking something. I had ended up meeting a bitch name Katrina, she wasn’t no Lala, but she wasn’t ugly either. She was sitting on my lap swinging her red weave from side to side and bouncing her ass up and down. She turned around straddling me, looking me in my eyes while opening her legs wide showing me she ain’t have no panties on underneath her dress.

  I slid two fingers in her pussy and she started grinding on them as if it was a dick. She reached under her and pulled my dick out. Then the hoe got on all fours and started sucking my dick in the club. I shook my head. All the thoughts I had of bringing her to the hotel and banging her guts in flew out the window. There was no way in hell I was going to fuck a bitch that had no shame in sucking my dick in the club. My boy Bear looked over to me and gave me that “pass that hoe over here” look. After I pulled my dick out her mouth and nutted all on her face, that was exactly what I did.

  * * *

  The next morning, I woke up with a mean ass headache and with Lala on my mind. I took two extra strength Tylenols and grabbed my phone to text her.

  Me: You good ma?

  I laid back down in my California King sized bed and admired my room. The realtor my pops hooked me up with was bad! She had me in this four-bedroom three-bathroom house that sat on South Beach. I had my grandma fly down to decorate my house for me and it was looking nice.

  I made sure no one knew where I lived. I never shitted where I laid my head. That was what fucked me up in the game the first time and I was not going to let that happen to me again. My phone chimed letting me know I had a text.

  Lala: I’m ok, thanks for asking. You?

  Me: Just a little hangover, but I’ll live.

  Lala: Lol. I have to get ready for class, ttyl.

  I put my phone down and got out of bed to get my day started.

  Today I was feeling like a boss, so I decided to push my all black Audi A4. Dressed in some Khaki polo cargos, a teal blue polo shirt, and some teal blue and khaki loafers, I decided to check in on a few of my traps.

  I made my way to the Pork and Beans project where I was running a trap in a lady name, Ms. Lattie’s, house. She was a sweet old lady that was about her money, so I used her house and a few of her other elder ladies friend’s houses around the project to prevent my shit from getting raided. The chances of the law fucking with some old ladies who baked cookies, knit blankets, and went to church four times a week was slim to none.

  “Hey baby!” Ms. Lattie greeted me with a kiss as soon as I walked through the door. She was sitting on her plastic couch in her nightdress and house shoes watching Maury. “I knew that nigga wasn’t the father.” She jumped up and down with the audience as soon as Maury read the results. “Don’t cry now heffa, you wasn’t crying when you was on that dick,” she said with her hands on her hips. All I could do was shake my head and laugh at this old thug.

  “I came to drop off your money and to check on things,” I said pulling an envelope out my back pocket and handing it to her.

  “Thank you baby, you hungry. I was just getting ready to fix breakfast,” she asked me as she stuffed the envelope in her bra. Ms. Lattie was a cute heavyset old lady. Her son was one of the soldiers I had on my team. She was genuinely a sweet lady. That was why I always made sure I gave her a little extra money.

  “No ma’am I’m fine, thanks for asking though,” I replied, kissing her on her plump, rosey red cheeks. I made my way to the basement where I had one of my shops set up.

  I saw Taz, a lil nigga that I had looking over this trap in the corner counting money while putting rubber bands around stacks. I was impressed; this young nigga was only seventeen and he was running shit like he was a grown ass man. I kept this nigga under my wing because he reminded me a lot of myself. I wanted him ready, so I was slowly molding him. His time was coming soon and he ain’t even know it.

  “What’s good Taz?” I said, putting stacks of money in a duffle bag

  “Nun boss, just coolin�
�� it, getting this paper,” he said never taking his eyes off the money

  “I feel you kid, tight work boy.” Giving him a nod of approval, I went to check on the rest of the niggas. I had Ms. Lattie basement set up in different sections. I had a few chicks cutting up and bagging dope in one corner. I had a few of my boys packaging them for me, and then I had Taz in his corner by himself counting my money. I had four ruthless bodyguards overseeing shit. Any wrong move and they had my permission to RIP that ass!! Shoot first; ask question later was the motto I lived by.

  After I made my stops and picked up money from all my traps, I decided to hit up Bear and see what was good on his end. He was in Fort. Lauderdale looking after my setup that I had down there.

  “What’s good my nigga?” Bear greeted me.

  “Nothing much, what’s good in the Dale?” I asked him honking my horn at a crack head that ran in front of my car.

  “Everything A-1 on this end. When you coming through?” he asked.

  “I probably come down there later on today. Bear, let hit you up later, somebody on my line.” I hung up. Looking at Lala’s number flashing across my phone’s screen, gave me butterflies. “What’s good ma?” I answered the phone trying to add a little Keith Sweat to my voice.

  “Can you meet me somewhere?” she whimpered into the phone. I could tell she’d been crying. I quickly gave her the address to my house and told her to meet me there. I knew I could be possibly putting myself in danger giving the nigga that I’m beefing with girl my address and shit, but fuck it. My head was gone already off Lala.

  Two hours later, I was showered and waiting for her to come. I was starting to think this was a set up for real because she never showed up or called. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to order some take out, I heard a knock at the door. I went to open it; there was the most beautiful woman in the world standing right there before me.

  Lala was wearing a green and black PINK sweat suit. Her hair was in a messy bun sitting on the top of her head. Her beautiful toes was painted and looking nice in a pair of black MK sandals. She looked so cute and professional with her glasses on.

  She was amazingly beautiful and there wasn’t an ounce of makeup on her face, flawless. I stepped to the side and let her in. She stood there looking at my living room. It was decorated in black and white. I had a black sectional with black and white throw pillow on it.

  In the middle of the living room was a crystal glass table with a crystal bowl filled with black and white marbles. On the wall, there were pictures of my mom, grandma, Donna, and sonogram photos of my twins. A big painted portrait of Donna sat above the sectional. Above the fireplace was my 80-inch TV that I had mounted on the wall. I allowed her to walk through the living room looking through all the pictures. I watched her as she studied Donna’s picture, then the twins.

  “Your house is beautiful,” she finally spoke after I silently gave her a tour of my house.

  “Thanks, my grandma did her thing,” I chuckled, hoping to make her feel comfortable. She sat on the couch looking down at the ground. I knew something was bothering her. Just her demeanor alone brought me to that conclusion. After what seemed like an hour of quietness, she burst out crying.

  I went over the couch and held her in my arms as she cried. I knew that nigga wasn’t treating her right. Instead of bringing this diamond to our meeting the first time we met, he decided to come with a rhinestone.

  Her hair smelled like fresh flowers, her body was so soft; I had to mind trick my dick into staying down. I snapped back in reality after being lost in my infatuation with her and noticed that she was sleep. I carried her upstairs to my room and gently placed her body on my Michael Kors black, white, and gray bedding sheets.

  I pulled the comforter back, gently took of her shoes, and covered her body. I took one last look at her and went down to my weight room to blow off some steam. She had me wanting to beat the pussy up in the worst way.

  Meek Mills’ I’m Rollin’ was booming through the speakers in my weight room as I pumped iron. I was thinking irrationally, so I needed to lift weight to ease my mind. I was sexually frustrated. I wanted to pump five in to James’ dome, I was missing Donna, my mom, and my twins. I had so much built up disgruntlement that I was going ham in the weight room.

  Taking a swig of the bottle of water that was down by my foot, I looked up and noticed Lala standing the doorway. I hit the power button on the stereo.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you,” I said, getting up and reaching for the towel.

  “No I been up, just watching the show,” she chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

  “You hungry? I was about to make dinner,” I said hoping that she would stay.

  “Can you really cook or do I have to have a fire extinguisher on standby?” she joked.

  “Nah, ma you good. You’re looking at Chef-Boy-R-Nigga right here,” I said flexing. We both laughed and it felt good to see that pretty smile on her face.

  “Ok in that case, yeah, I can eat. Do you mind if I take a shower?” The thought of her in my shower naked had my dick doing the “Nae Nae” dance in my pants.

  “Sure go ahead. The towels are in the linen closet next to the bathroom,” I said trying not to sound excited. She nodded her head and walked out of the room. My eyes were zoomed in on her ass as she made her exit. Damn lil’ mama had ass. I shifted my dick in my pants and drunk more cool water to quench the thirst I had for her.

  “Something smells really good in here,” Lala said walking into the kitchen in a pair of my boxers and one of my tank tops. I could see her nipples looking me in the eyes through the material of the tank. Her ass filled out my boxers real nice, had me wishing my name was Hanes. “I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t have anything to wear, so I borrowed these,” she said noticing me admiring how sexy she looked in something so simple.

  “Nah ma, you good, dinner will be ready in a little bit. Make yourself at home.” She walked over to where I was standing and started looking through the pots.

  “Smells and look good. I can’t wait,” she smiled and walked to the dining room table taking a seat at the cherry oak table. I swear that ass had a mine of its own; it was forever jiggling.

  I sat two plates of pineapple-glazed salmon on a bed of white rice, with a side of lemon seared asparagus down on the table. We ate for the first five minutes in silence. All that could be heard was the forks hitting the plates and our mouth chomping down on the food.

  “This is really good!” she moaned, putting a fork filled with salmon and rice in her mouth.

  “I got skills,” I smiled, winking at her and letting her know that I was that nigga.

  “Who taught you how to cook so well?” she asked as she took a sip of her red wine.

  The question threw me off a little. I learned how to cook from Donna. She was a chef and she basically taught me all that I knew. We used to cook up a storm in the kitchen together.

  “Donna,” I faintly answered. That was a very touchy subject for me and I didn’t really feel ready to talk about it yet. I looked Lala in the eyes; damn she was just so beautiful to me. I wondered was what I was feeling for her real or was it just that I wasn’t really ready to move on yet.

  “So, are you going to tell me what I happened?” I asked not wanting her to pry more into the Donna subject.

  “I just needed to get away from James and clear my head. Plus I really enjoy your company,” she replied, shifting in her seat.

  “You deserve better,” I told her before finishing up the rest of my food. I had to stuff more food in my mouth to stop me from what I really wanted to say. I wanted to tell her to drop that lame ass nigga and come fuck with a real one.

  “What makes you say that?” she questioned.

  “Because I can tell you’re not happy. I see it all in your face. You’re too smart and beautiful to be allowing a nigga to treat you bad ma’,” I replied back to her while downing the rest of my Hennessey.


  “How do you know I’m not happy?” she asked, pouring herself another glass of red wine.

  “If you were happy you wouldn’t be here.”

  The room grew silent as she gazed into my eyes trying to ready my thoughts. If she was Ms. Cleo she would have known that I was feeling her to the max and all I wanted to do was step in and do everything that James couldn’t. A part of me didn’t feel ready, but fuck it, Donna was gone and no matter how much I prayed or how many niggas I killed, she was never coming back to me. I would never have the honor of holding my kids. All I had was memories that I could only cherish.

  “Well, since you cooked it’s only right that I clean the kitchen,” she said breaking the silence.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, shooo fly I got this,” she smiled as she started clearing the table. I watched her ass jiggle in my boxers before heading upstairs for a much needed cold shower.

  I stood in the bathroom in my birthday suit preparing to take a shower. I adjusted the knobs to make sure the water was ice cold, I had to calm my right hand man down. I grabbed my Dove’s Men body wash and began soaping up my body. Thoughts of Donna immediately started to flood my mind.

  Lord please let her be the one to fill this void in my heart. Donna please forgive me for finally moving on. No matter what I will always love you and I am still going to avenge you and my shorties’ deaths; I silently spoke to God and Donna.

  If this was my second chance at love, I wasn’t fucking it up. After I was sure that every part of my body was nice and clean, I got out the shower. Whipping the fog off the glass, I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. With my towel wrapped around my waist, I walked into my room with Lala laying in my bed underneath the sheets watching ‘Paid In Full’ on Netflix.

  “I hope you don’t mind, I love this movie,” she said never taking her eyes off the TV screen.