Fallin' For a Boss

by Lucinda John

  “I hear you,” he nodded.

  “What’s in it for you?” he asked me.

  “Well, I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone. I want to get rid of Stacks because he’s the cause of my man’s pockets going dry. In exchange, you help me eliminate a threat to my family,” I said putting it all on the table.

  “And who might that be?” He sat up looking me directly in my eyes, probably trying to figure out if I was really about that life.

  “James’ bitch, Lala,” I smirked and leaned forward. I made sure he had a view of my breast. I heard his bitch suck her teeth, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d drop my panties right now and jump on his dick right in front of her face. She must ain’t know I was that bitch.

  We sat down and perfectly strategized how to take Stacks down. Bear would continue to act like he was working for him. They would hit their own trap houses making it look like somebody was on that beef shit. Once Stacks let Bear in to where he had enough information, we’d use it against him to bring him down. This time permanently and six feet under. There was no way we were going to allow him a third chance. I wanted to live.

  James called me a few times during our meeting so as soon as I got to my car, I decided to return his call.

  “Why the fuck you wasn’t picking up the phone?” he snapped as soon as he answered the phone.

  “I was having lunch with Loye and I left my phone in the car,” I quickly lied, trying to diffuse the situation.

  “Ok, so when you coming home?”

  Hearing the word ‘home’ had me cheesing. He considered my house ‘home’ and I wanted to make sure it stayed that way, even if I had to commit murder. Hell, I made up my mind to kill the lil’ bastard in me, so killing Lala’s bitch ass would be a piece of cake.

  “I’ll be there in a little bit bae,” I heard my phone click, signaling that he hung up on me.

  Before driving off, I decided to check on my fake page. I logged in as ‘Keyshia Daniels’ and saw that Lala accepted my friend request, so I decided to have some fun. I saw that she was online, so I sent her a message.

  “Hey, my name is Keyshia and I want to come to you woman to woman to let you know that James and I have been together for two years now. I was not aware that you two were together until I came across your page through our mutual friends.

  I am very hurt that James would do this to me. He proposed to me and all. I had to cut him loose after I found out how wrong he was doing us. Please let him know to go get tested. That dirty bitch gave me Trichomoniasis. I’m so done with him.

  Please have him come pick up his things off the curb before the garbage man come and pick them up for him. Once again, I am truly sorry for coming at you like this, but that nigga ain’t shit.”

  I laughed out loud as I sent the message. I waited a few minutes to see if she was going to reply to me, but instead she just read it and logged off. Either way, I didn’t care. It was only a matter of time before both of my problems would be gone.

  Chapter 12

  Lala

  I got off the phone with the clinic after making my appointment. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was done with this nigga for real. Here, I had a nigga that was ready to do right by me and I was still stuck on James’ dog ass. I packed all my things and put my luggage in the trunk of my car.

  Good thing he was not here because I would have ended up going to jail for murder. After eight years of my life, all the sacrifices I made for him and he repays me back with a fucking STD.

  After I had all of my things packed, I grabbed the two-gallons of bleach I had in the laundry room. I gathered all of his shoes, clothes, hats, jewelry; all of it and put them in the tub where I poured the bleach all over his shit. When I was done taking out my anger on all of his most prized possessions, I decided to leave. I took the house key off my key ring and left it on the table.

  I drove around for two hours and then ended up in front of Stacks’ house. My mind was yelling at me telling me that this was a bad idea and to turn around and go to Lisa’s house, but I ignored it. I popped my trunk and carried all my luggage to his front porch. I stood there for a moment not sure on how he would react.

  We hadn’t talked since that day he basically told me how he felt and I left him high and dry. I shrugged it off and decided to take a chance. I rang his doorbell and immediately regretted it. What if he had a girl in there? I picked up my bags to walk away and that’s when I heard the door open.

  “You still with the games I see?” Stacks said as came out the door in his basketball shorts only. Oh, goodness his chest was beautiful. He grabbed the luggage out my hand and I followed him inside. For some reason, I felt comfortable around him. I was even feeling him, too. I didn’t feel like talking so I went upstairs and climbed in his bed. All I wanted was for him to hold me like he did the other night and that was exactly what he did, he held me, and I cried.

  “I’m ready to let you ease my mind,” I softly said before sleep took over me.

  * * *

  The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and the smell of cinnamon. I went downstairs and was shocked. Stacks had a breakfast laid out with fresh flowers everywhere.

  “Good morning,” he said poring two glasses of orange juice.

  “Morning, this is beautiful.” I blushed as he handed me a single red rose.

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he smiled, showing off those dimples that I loved so much. “I didn’t know what you like to eat, so I made a variety of things,” he said, pulling some honey biscuits from the oven. I sat down at the table and piled my plate with eggs, cheese grits, fried tilapia, and biscuits.

  “So you want to tell me what happened,” he said as he sipped his orange juice while looking at me.

  “It’s a long story,” I said trying to end the subject.

  “I got time,” he seriously stated.

  “I’m done with James. I decided to leave him. He was dating this girl name Keyshia behind my back for over a year. All the days that he spent away from home handling “business” was him living his double life. It’s only so much a woman can take. I just decided to come here because I knew that Lisa’s house would be the first place he’d come looking for me. I promise not to stay long, I’ll be gone after breakfast.” Biting down on my lip, I tried not to cry, but this was too much for me. How could someone you love so much hurt you so bad?

  “Why would he do this to me? Am I not pretty enough, what am I doing so wrong?” I sobbed not able to hold back anymore.

  “Listen to me ma, you are beautiful. You are an amazing woman. Don’t even let a man make you feel unsure of yourself. He wasn’t man enough to treat you right. It takes a king to handle a queen and he was nothing but a joker.” He pulled me in his arms and held me. For the first time in a long time, I felt secure.

  * * *

  “When do you go back to work?” Stacks asked as he walked into the room where I was studying.

  “I decided to take my vacation early, so in two weeks,” I answered, looking up from my Adult Health II book that I was studying from.

  “Cool, you got any plans for today?” he asked, picking up my Trauma book and started flipping through the pages.

  “No, just pretty much studying that’s all. You?” I asked as I noticed him put the book down and grab a pair of blue, green, and black Adidas to put on.

  “I’m on my way out to make some rounds, but I’ll be home in time to take you out to dinner.” He winked at me before putting on his blue and black fitted cap.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said, smiling. For some reason when I was with Stacks he made me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. I was still very much in love with James, but my feelings for Stacks were slowly creeping up on me.

  “Girl, where the fuck are you?” Lisa yelled in my ear. “Do you know James came over here banging on my door and 5 a.m. asking for you!!” she vented. I could tell she was mad. She hated not knowing what was going o
n and by the sound of the voicemails she left, I decided to call her to let her know that I was ok.

  “I’m good bestie, I just decided to detour to Stacks’ house. I knew he was going to come looking for me over there,” I replied, examining my nails. Damn, I was in need of a fill.

  “Ooooh chyyy, let me find out you done got you a new man,” she laughed, being real extra.

  “It’s not even like that, Lisa, he is different on so many levels. I think I’m feeling him a little bit,” I half told the truth. I was really feeling Stacks.

  “Good! Now, you can finally get over that no good ass nigga!” she snapped, popping her gum.

  “It’s easier said than done.” I felt my heart slowly crumbling at the thought of James and I finally ending.

  “Well, you need to figure out what you’re going to do. It is not good to stay and play with Stacks’ emotions if you’re only going to run back to that dog. It is time you move on. How many more tears do you have to cry? It’s a possibility that he may have given you a STD. What’s are you waiting on? Him to give you AIDS? Grow up ma’ for real,” Lisa lectured.

  Sometimes I wished I was as strong minded as she was. She didn’t take shit from no nigga. If only I had an ounce of her confidence, I’d be good.

  “Yeah, you right.” I didn’t want to agree with her, but she was right. I loved my life too much to catch AIDS behind a nigga that didn’t give a fuck about his own life. If he gave a fuck about our health, he wouldn’t be out here bare backing random hoes. Lisa and I chopped it up a bit before we ended our call. As soon as I put my phone down, it started beeping signaling that I had a text message.

  James: This how we do it now?

  I started not to reply to his text, but I decided to put him out of his misery.

  Me: James I’m done!!! Please leave me alone or I will seriously block you.

  James: Bae why you doing this to me. I don’t know who the fuck this Keyshia is I swear to God!

  Me: Goodbye James.

  Tossing my phone on the couch, I decided to get up and get ready. I had an appointment today and I was nervous. I usually was on top of these things since I was a med student and I worked in the health field; however, I put my trust in this stupid ass nigga!

  Walking past a few pictures, I studied Donna. She was real pretty, the glow in her face, and the way she smiled at her tummy made me realize that I wanted more in life. I didn’t just want to be somebody’s “girlfriend” or “baby mama”, I wanted to be a “wife”. I looked at a few more of her pictures thinking if I was ready to jump into something new with Stacks. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was fully over his ex.

  I looked at more pictures of Donna and started second guessing the whole thing until I felt something. Call me crazy, but I swear I felt my heart answer for me. I let my thoughts take control of me for a few more minutes before I decided to go and get ready for my appointment.

  The drive to Homestead was two hours. I didn’t want to chance running into anyone I knew, so I decided to drive to the furthest clinic.

  “Hi, how can I help you?” the chubby white nurse asked me with all the attitude in the world in her voice. The way I was feeling I was bound to smack her ass.

  “Yes, I have an appointment at three,” I politely stated, giving her the biggest smile ever. Sometimes the only thing you could do for rude people was to kill their asses with kindness.

  “Fill this out and wait to be called,” she said, handing me a clipboard stacked with paperwork. I took a seat on one of the plush seats they had in the waiting room and began taking in the scenery. It was a really nice, cozy doctor’s office. The floor was marble and buffed to perfection, the cream chairs were a nice color to match the brown and red color scheme they had going on.

  There were posters of different quotes on the wall and big baskets filled with condoms in every section of the room. My phone beeped, snapping me back to reality. I quickly glanced at the text and began filling out the forms. How many sex partners have you had in the past year? I quickly filled in one. I bet James ass probably wouldn’t be able to answer that question with his hoe ass. I filled out everything and waited to be called. A small tear slid down my face; I was truly hurt by James’ actions. All these years and this is my repayment.

  “B-64 to room number four,” I heard someone say through an intercom. I sat there still looking around until my eyes fell on a small, blue card that had that number on it. I got up and made my way to door number four. At the desk sat a handsome, older man. His baldhead glistened as if he just shinned it.

  His salt and pepper goatee was perfectly trimmed. His skin was a smooth dark chocolate, he reminded me of an older version of Morris Chestnut.

  “Have a seat,” he said, sizing me up and down. I followed his eyes down to my legs and I could tell he was in awe at how nice they looked in my 6-inch pumps. I walked over to the chair, sat down, and crossed my legs seductively. I LMAO in my head when he cleared his throat, sat up, and adjusted his tie. “I’m Dr. Anderson. What brings you in today, Ms. Williams?” he asked obviously enticed by my beauty.

  “Well a young lady that was engaging in sexual activities with my ex-boyfriend said she contracted Trich,” I answered, feeling ashamed that I was in this position.

  “Ok, so what I am going to do is give you an injection of antibiotics. Now this injection will cure all STIs except, Genital Herpes, Genital Warts, Hepatitis B, and HIV. I’m going to need you to go to room six and the nurse will prep you. It does take seven days for you to get your results back, you can either come in or call the number and provide them with the password you wrote down.”

  The doctor scribbled a few words down and escorted me to room six. The nurse swabbed my mouth, vagina, took blood, and then asked me to bend over a chair with my ass poking up in the air as if I was about to get dicked down. The doctor came in and stuck me in the ass with a needle and sent me on my way with a brown paper bag filled with condoms.

  Chapter 13

  Lisa

  Lil Mamma gotta ass so fat, I ain’t never seen it twerk like that, so when she turn around and work it, back it up and dump, ask her who she twerkin’ for like that, she say she twerkin’ it for daddy. V.I.C sang as I bounced my ass to the beat.

  I grabbed the pole and slid down up side down while flipping in a split. I made my ass cheeks bounce to the beat. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. The niggas was going crazy and they were showing mad love. I untied my top, and pulled off my thong. I laid on my back, opened a Cherry Blow pop I pulled out of my ponytail, and plunged it deep in my pussy. I then walked up to one of the guys and stuck it in his mouth. Fives, tens, and twenties was being showered all over me as the crowd went crazy.

  “Alright y’all show Seduction some love,” the DJ said as I walked off the stage with all my money in tow. It never failed, even on slow nights, I was racking in dough. I was one of the baddest in this club.

  This was my fucking life. I loved shaking my ass for money; it gave me a sense of power. Lala wanted to be a nurse and I wanted to be a certified stripper. We both started out stripping a while back. Lala walked away after she became a LPN, but me? I couldn’t. The money was too good and the fame was even better.

  Niggas from all over the world came to KOD to watch me shake my ass. I went to my locker, stashed my money in a little cut out compartment I had my mini safe in, and then locked it back up. These poor ass hoes would rob you blind in a heartbeat if they caught you slipping.

  I grabbed my Summer’s Eve Vaginal wipes and cleaned myself. I changed into my one-piece see through thong set. I laced up my stoned black 8-inch high heels with the 4-inch platform. After spraying my coochie with some Island breeze Summer’s Eve vaginal spray, I was ready to walk the floor. I had to stay on point. Sweaty pussy don’t make no money.

  “Can I get a lap dance?” the Rick Ross lookalike asked me, He looked familiar, I just couldn’t figure out where I seen him from.

  “Sure,” I licked
my lips, leading him to one of the private rooms. T-Pain’s Up Down started playing and I started bouncing my ass. When I saw the enormous stack of money sitting on the end table next to him, my eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. My adrenaline started pumping. I put my body in a handstand position and flipped my body, so that I was straddling his lap.

  “You like this daddy?” I moaned, licking his ear as I started grinding my pussy on his dick. He let his money answer for him; he popped the rubber band of the stack and made the whole thing rain on me. JACKPOT! As soon as the song finished, he left the room. I was too busy picking up my money to even notice him go.

  I gave a few more lap dances and decided to call it a night. I packed my things and stuffed them in my Gucci book bag with all my earnings for the night. I made sure my pink chrome 9mm was secured on my hip. Fuck with me and I was going to send yo ass to meet the Devil with no hesitation. I said my goodbyes and made my way to my car.

  “You shouldn’t be walking to you car alone this late,” a voice from behind me said. By reflex, I pulled out my 9 and pointed it in the mystery guy’s direction. “Just chill Ma’, I ain’t trying to rob you,” he laughed and came closer. It was the Rick Ross lookalike.

  “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked, smiling and showing off them sexy ass golds.

  “Yes, you can,” I blushed. I wasn’t normally a chubby chaser, but I’d fuck with him especially if he was really big banking.

  “This you?” he said as I hit the alarm on my Beamer.

  “Yes, it is,” I smiled proud of my baby. I worked hard to get her and I paid her off cash, no payments.

  “Damn ma if it’s like that, then let me hold something?” he joked. Well, at least I hope he was joking because there was no way in hell I was giving this money back. His phone started ringing, he looked at it, and turned the ringer off. His bitch must be wondering where his ass was at. “Give me your phone,” he said pinning me against my car while invading my personal space.

  The smell of his cologne invaded my nostrils instantly putting me in a daze. I unlocked my phone and handed it to him. He put his number in my phone and saved it and then called himself so that he’d have mine, as well. He gave me my phone back and walked away. Yes you one sexy papa Bear, I thought looking down at his now saved number.