Fallin' For a Boss

by Lucinda John

“Nah, you good. Make yourself at home, Ma’.” I grabbed a pair of boxers, sweats, a tank top, and was about to make my way out the room to get dressed.

  “You can get dress in here if you want. I don’t want to feel like I’m putting you out of your own room,” she smiled, finally looking my way. I saw the lust in her eyes, however; I wasn’t going to take it that far with her. I respected her, and if I slept with her now, she would regret it because she wasn’t fully over James, but hey, if she wanted a show, I’d give her one.

  I allowed the towel to drop and matched her gaze as I proceeded to dress. The way her jaw hung let me know that she was impressed by Jr. This 10-inches of pure thick cut Grade A meat had her jaw watering.

  “You might as well sleep over it’s getting late,” I said, looking at her. “You can stay in here. I’ll crash in one of my guest rooms across the hall, let me know if you need anything.” I was about to walk out the room until she asked me to stay, so I got into bed with her and held her close. While we were laying in bed, I turned off the TV and hit the power button on my six CD changer stereo. I flipped through the CD’s until I came across my Lil Boosie Mix. I put it on song number nine as I let the words to the Lil Boosie’s song explain to her how I really felt.

  Let me ease yo mind

  bring you in my world

  cause you done caught my eye

  and you can be my baby girl

  it gon be alright

  it gon be alright

  cause u can be my baby girl

  I sung along with the lyrics of the song as I held her tight in my arms. All I wanted to do was take the pain away and be that man that could show her better. I wanted her to be the woman that could be my calm after the storm. I wanted to be in love again, and possibly become a father. All I needed for her to do was make up her mind on what it was that she wanted to do.

  I knew dude wasn’t treating her right by the way she had that ass all pushed up against my dick. I wasn’t going to push her into making a decision; I was just going to show her how a real man was supposed to treat her. I quickly said my nightly prayers before sleep came to claim me over for the night.

  The next morning I woke up, she was gone. I finally knew how it felt to be a ‘hit it and quit it’ except I ain’t hit it. I got up to handle my business. I was pissed and hurt at the same time. I expressed myself to her and she got up and left without even saying goodbye. I quickly pushed her out my mind because today it was time to get to work. I had to drive down to Fort. Lauderdale to pick up my money, drop off some dope, but I really wanted to see how Bear was holding things down. My phone started to ring. My heart jumped thinking it was Lala and I quickly dashed towards it and answered it.

  “Good morning, Nana,” I greeted my grandma. I was happy to hear from her, but was kind of disappointed that it wasn’t Lala.

  “Good morning Anthony, I no hear from you long time.” She tried to speak English, but it wasn’t so good since she was born in Haiti and she had a heavy accent.

  “I’m sorry Nana, I’ve just been busy,” I said feeling bad my first lady was feeling like I was neglecting her.

  “You too busy for me right,” she asked with a hint of hurt in her voice.

  “No, Nana I will never be too busy for my first love. How are you cherie? Did you get the money I sent to you?” I said, trying to cover my ass before Nana got to snapping on me in Creole.

  “Yes baby, thank you very much. You no have to keep send me money, Anthony. I’m ok.” I knew my grandma and grandpa was set because my pops made it his business to take care of them, but the man in me wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t send her money. “You come eat Thanksgiving at my house?” she asked me, sounding like I was never gonna hear the end of it if I told her no.

  “Of course, Nana, no woman can cook better than you,” I replied tryna make her feel good .

  “Oh, thank you baby, but I got to go to the market, I call you later. Be careful baby I love you,” she said, she quickly prayed for me in Creole like she always did before we ended our calls.

  “I love you too, Nana,” I said before hanging up the phone.

  Getting ready for my drive to the Dale, I put on a pair of jeans, an orange shirt with a home depot smock that read, “Hello, my name is Dave.” I also had on a pair of orange and white air max. I jumped in a 2001 green Honda Accord I bought cash from a dealer and was heading towards I-95. I was bringing blue drugs and bringing back money. I did not need to bring any unnecessary heat to myself.

  The last thing I needed was for twelve to pull me over and try to search my shit because I was a black young man looking like money. My phone beeped showing that I had a text. I clicked on the message icon and my heart dropped as I read the text from Lala.

  Lala: I’m sorry…

  That could have only meant that she decided to work some shit out with that busta ass nigga. I was a little hurt, but fuck it, if it was meant to be then we’ll be together. But one thing for sure I wasn’t chasing no bitch that was stuck on stupid for a nigga.

  Chapter 8

  Bear

  “Oh shit! Damn girl suck this dick.” This bitch was putting in work! Her pussy was lame, but her head game was stupid. She swallowed my dick and I promise you I almost screamed like a little bitch. A few minutes later, she was sucking the head of my dick as I shot my load down her throat. “Tight work, Tasha, but check it you gotta clear it. That nigga Stacks on his way,” I said picking her clothes off the ground and throwing them at her.

  “Man fuck Stacks, you need to do what we came down here to do before he figure out it was you who killed Donna,” Tasha snapped, smacking her lips.

  “I need a little more time. I know that nigga seeing big money and as soon as I can get my hands on it then we good. We will be set for life baby. Now go before he sees you here.” Tasha put on her clothes and walked out the door.

  After killing that hoe Donna and robbing that nigga blind, I had enough money to get out of town, but when that nigga hit me up and said he needed me down here to look after his operation, the greed in me decided to get his ass again. The first time around I had my girl Tasha fucking with Stacks as a distraction. I paid attention to that nigga’s every move and waited for the perfect opportunity to attack.

  Stacks and I had been boys for a long time, but as soon as he found out that his dad was this big cartel dude, shit changed. I envied him when he went to Columbia and came back smelling like money. I was livid. I hated the fact that he was handed everything I worked so hard for. I wanted the fame and fortune he had in these streets and from that point on, I began thinking of a master plan.

  Operation “Take Stacks Down”. So, yeah I robbed that nigga and fucked Donna fine ass for a week straight before I killed her ass. I convinced him it was these niggas out West that we was beefing with. I even went as far as to making one of the niggas from the West confess that it was him and his crew that raided his house.

  I sat and watch as Stacks tortured that little nigga while looking for more information. The day Stacks threatened to go for his family, he decided that the money wasn’t worth it. When I got the feeling that he was gonna talk and blow my spot up, I killed his ass. Stacks thought I was his right hand, but in reality, I was a snake in disguise.

  A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up and made sure there were no traces of Tasha before I opened the door.

  “What’s up my nigga?” I greeted Stacks as soon he walked through the door.

  “What you stopped hustling and got you a job at The Home Depot?” I joked.

  “Nah, nigga I ain’t tryna bring no heat my way. So, how business going down here?” he asked, taking a seat on the couch.

  “Business is going good,” I replied handing him a five duffle bags filled with money.

  “That’s what’s up. C’mon let’s ride, so I can show face at these trap houses.” We got up, headed out the door and got in my Pontiac G6. We were on our way to the East where I had
my lil set up and trap houses. We went through each of the trap and Stacks was quiet as he watched me interact with my workers. He was on some inspection type shit by the way he was nodding and mentally taking notes.

  “Ayo Bear that nigga Red is short 800 dollars,” one of my workers name, Ted, told me. I did not need this shit right now.

  “Fuck man, bring that nigga here,” I snapped. I was pissed. Out of all the fucking days these niggas could fuck up, they decided to do it while Stacks was here.

  An hour later, Ted and Red walked through the door.

  “Boss man I’mma have yo’ money by the end of the week,” he stammered, sounding like a little bitch.

  WHAM!

  Stacks hit his ass with a two-piece.

  “When you fuck with his money, you fuck with my money and when you fuck with my money, I get pissed” Stacks said to Red. His voice was so calm, but it held so much authority. He still looked like a boss even though he was dressed like a Home Depot employee. That shit instantly pissed me off. I wanted so badly to turn my pistol on him and body his ass. I had to get my emotions in check and remind myself his time was going to come soon.

  After all that, we chopped it up on the block, smoked a little weed, and Stacks was on his way back to Miami. I was glad to see that nigga gone. I had enough of pretending for the day. As soon as he was gone, I called up Tasha and asked her ass to meet me at the house. We had to put this plan in motion and I knew exactly whom we could team up with.

  Chapter 9

  James

  My stress level was on ten. First, I was having problems with wifey, then my connect all of a sudden disappeared on me. I knew that nigga Stacks had something to do with it. Ever since that nigga decided came to Miami, he’d been nothing but a pain in my ass. He was fucking with my money and was trying to get at my bitch. Anybody who knew me, knew that those were two things that I ain’t play about.

  “What we going to do about this nigga?” Nico said, passing me the blunt.

  “He wants war, we going to bring his ass war!” I replied before I took a long pull of the joint. I held the Kush in longer. Damn! This nigga had my pockets running dry. My phone beeped and I looked down at it and I had two texts; one from Lala and the other from Ashley. I opened the one from Lala first.

  Wifey: Bae where you at?

  Me: Chillin’ with Rico, Why What’s up. I replied and scrolled down to Ashley’s text and read it.

  “SHIT!” I said out loud after reading her text. Rico looked over to me trying to figure out what was wrong. I grabbed the blunt from his hand and tossed the phone in his lap. He picked up the phone and read the text.

  “Damn son,” he said, shaking his head. As soon as my phone beeped he handed it back to me.

  Wifey: I was wondering if we could go to dinner and a movie.

  Me: I’mma be making runs all night bae, how about you and Lisa go out. I’ll make it up to you later.

  Wifey: yeah ok.

  I felt bad neglecting my girl especially when we were working things out, but I had to get to the bottom of this shit with Ashley.

  In CVS, I picked up one of each of the different brand of pregnancy test there was, and then made my way to Ashley’s house. A part of me was happy because I was dying to have a seed, but no matter how many times I came in Lala, she never ended up pregnant. The fact that Lala was my girl and Ashley was my side bitch immediately fucked my head up. How was I going to explain this shit to Lala?

  I put my key in the door and walked in the house. Ashley was sitting down on the ground crying.

  “Oh, my God James. I don’t know how this happened,” she cried. A part of me felt bad for putting her in this fucked up situation. I handed her the bag, she looked in side of it, and walked to the bathroom to pee on the sticks.

  Those three minutes felt like three years. I looked down at the counter where she laid the tests in a row; all those motherfuckers said yes. My jit was in her.

  “I can get rid of it,” she innocently said, looking down at the ground.

  “Dead that thought, you ain’t killing my fucking child!” I yelled, swiping all the tests off the counter and knocking them to the ground. The thought of her killing my first child fucked my head up. I was mad at myself for being so careless, but I would never take that anger out on my seed. I poured myself a glass of Remy, went and sat on the couch, and rolled a blunt. Lala was the only thing on my mind. We just got back on good terms now here I was fucking up again.

  Ashley came in the living room and handed me a plate of brown stew chicken with some peas and rice. I wasn’t really that hungry, so I declined it. I got up and went to the room to go lay down. A part of me wanted to go home to Lala and take her on that date, but my mind was too fucked up.

  The only thing that came to my mind was trying to hide it all from her. I couldn’t lose my girl over this shit. I had to have a talk with Ashley too; it was time to dead this little affair. I battled with my thoughts until sleep took over me.

  Chapter 10

  Ashley

  Operation get pregnant was a success. I had to play the victim role so he wouldn’t suspect that I did this on purpose. Now that I almost had my man, I had to make sure our futures were secured. Stacks was out there running my man’s streets and eating all the food off our plates.

  It was going to come to an end soon because I had something for his ass. I called my cousin Ted up. He was telling me how his boss wanted to meet with James on some get money type shit. I knew James would be mad at me for getting in his business, but to hell with that. We were about to bring a baby in this world and I was not about to be sitting at no damn welfare office. After my phone conversation with Ted, I went upstairs to lie down next to my man.

  The next morning, I woke up to James rubbing my tummy. I knew getting pregnant would warm his heart. Ever since I met him, he’d always talked about him and Lala having a baby.

  “Did I wake you?” he asked me, still rubbing my stomach.

  “No,” I replied, loving this feeling.

  “You hungry?” he asked, sitting up in the bed.

  “Yeah I..” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I made a 5-yard dash to the bathroom. I threw up for what seemed like hours. I sat on the bathroom floor trying to catch my breath.

  “You good?” James asked as he handed me a bottle of water. I drunk it all down in one gulp, only to have my head right back in the toilet bowl throwing it all up.

  “You need me to get you anything?” he asked as he grabbed a washcloth, wet it and handed it to me.

  “Some tea and crackers would be good.” I was out of breath. This little bastard was already getting on my bad side. I brushed my teeth and headed back to bed.

  “Where you going?” I asked James as he got dressed.

  “Home. I’ll be back later,” he said as he grabbed his keys and was out the door. Something had to fucking give! I was sick of that nigga running back to that bitch!

  I haven’t heard from Loye in a minute so I decided to call up my diva.

  “What’s T fish?” Loye answered, sounding out of breath.

  “Damn hoe, what you was doing?” I quizzed.

  ”Nothing boo, just got off the treadmill, you know I gotta keep this body looking right,” he said, sounding like he was drinking something.

  “I know that’s right,” I co-signed.

  “How’s my God baby doing?” he asked.

  “Man this little bastard got me throwing up and shit. If it wasn’t for its daddy, my ass would have been right at the clinic!” I listened as Loye laughed his ass off.

  “Hey you wanted it, so deal with it.”

  “I know,” I sadly stated. For the first time, I realized that I was about to be somebody’s mother. I wasn’t ready to have a baby. I loved partying, drinking, and living my carefree life. I had to hurry up with my plan, so I could get rid of this baby before it was too late.

  Concocting a new plan in my head, I decided
to log into Facebook. I typed Lala Williams in the search engine and her page popped up. I was happy that her page wasn’t on private. I went through her post and one in particular caught my attention. She just posted it three minutes ago and it read; My baby just came home with flowers, getting ready to go out and have breakfast with my hubby by the beach. #TeamJames

  I was furious! I was the one carrying this nigga’s first child, but he was taking the next bitch out. I decided to make a fake page. I had some pictures of my old roommate. I uploaded them and named my page Keyshia Daniels. I also took my time perfecting a photo-shopped picture of her and James and uploaded that, as well.

  I sent a whole bunch of her friends and random people friend request. Then I sent her one. I made sure to have that photo-shopped picture as the profile pic, so she wouldn’t second-guess on accepting the friend request. To put the icing on the cake, I uploaded a few post about us being together. I smiled at my handy work and went to make myself something to eat.

  * * *

  My meeting with Ted and Bear was at 2:15 and it was already 1:45 and I was stuck on the I in this bad ass traffic. It was 2:30 when I finally pulled up to the address that was sent to me in a text. I stepped out my car and walked to the door.

  “What’s up cuz?” Ted greeted me as he opened the door for me.

  “Nothing, just chilling. Sorry I’m late, but that traffic ain’t no joke,” I said making my way in the house. I saw this Rick Ross look alike sitting next to the prettiest dark skinned girl I’d ever seen.

  “Yo fam, this my cousin Ashley I was talking about. Ayo Ash, this Bear and his girl Tasha,” Ted said introducing us.

  “What’s good?” Bear greeted me, licking his lips. I could feel his eyes burning holes through my shorts, probably figuring out how I got all this ass in them.

  “Where yo’ nigga James at?” he asked still eye fucking me.

  “He don’t know what’s going on, and he don’t have to. I’m just ready to put the necessary work in to eliminate the threat,” I spoke up, licking my full lips right back at him. Hell if he wanted to act sexually, I could too.