When Bae's a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “Ramsey, let me give you a lesson on respect. When you live with someone, you call home and let them know you’re going to be out late. I don’t give a fuck if you was on the block or in your office, I deserve five minutes of your damn time to know that you’re ok, shit!” I yelled.

  Since Ramsey got shot, I’ve been on edge. Having him home eased my mind a bit because I knew he would be there when I came home. I should have known him staying home wasn’t going to last long. Ramsey wasn’t the type of dude that liked sitting on his ass for long. He was always on the move and that shit scared the fuck out of me.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I was in the middle of picking up the money and counting it. It’s imperative that when I’m dealing with the money all my attention is on that task. One little fuck up could cause so many problems and I ain’t even tryna have that shit go down on my time,” he replied.

  “A phone call or a text is all I ask for.”

  “You got it, sexy,” he replied, groping me from the back.

  “Nah, nigga, you should have come home at a decent hour if you wanted some ass. I gotta go to work,” I replied.

  “Fuck that shit. You ain’t going anywhere without me digging your back out first.” he grabbed me tighter.

  “Ramsey, stop playing,” I said.

  “Who said I’m playing?” he replied, bending me over the counter.

  “Oh fuck!” I moaned when he entered me.

  ****

  “You’re late,” my boss said the moment I walked in work.

  Shit! I cursed Ramsey out in my head. Fucking him to sleep caused me to come to work thirty minutes late. Ever since I started working as a paramedic, I prided myself on always being present and on time for work. Since I started fucking with Ramsey, my attendance started to suffer. I had to put my foot down when it came to him talking me out of work. I loved my career and I wasn’t trying to lose it behind a man.

  “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” I replied.

  “You’re right because you’re suspended for three days without pay,” his white ass said.

  “What do you mean I’m suspended?” I asked, looking at him as if he just lost his damn mind.

  “Exactly what I said. You pulled a no call no show a few weeks ago. That alone is reason enough for me to fire you. You’ve been late twice this week and prior to that, you’ve been calling out a lot,” he replied.

  “I’ve been going through a lot of personal problems, but everything is good now.”

  “Not to mention, your crazy boyfriend verbally abusing the other co-workers,” he added.

  I couldn’t believe Ricky’s ass had the nerve to snitch on me.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized again.

  “The only reason you still have your job is because you’re great at what you do. You’re one of my best; however, I have to allow you to suffer the consequences of your actions in hopes that you will learn from them.”

  “I understand.”

  “Take these three days to handle all of your personal business. Monday, I want you back at work on time and ready to work.”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied.

  “Here’s a copy of everything we’ve just discussed. I need your signature and you’re good to go,” he said, handing me his pen.

  After signing my name on the line, I grabbed my slip and headed for the door. On my way out, I bumped into Ricky’s bitch ass. Instead of greeting him like I normally would, I shot his ass a nasty look before heading to my car.

  When I arrived home, I was greeted by a big ass delivery truck. Making my way out the car, I walked up the walkway to see what Ramsey’s crazy ass had ordered now. Coming face to face with a brand new motorcycle had me seeing red. Storming past Ramsey and the delivery guys, I made my way upstairs.

  Removing my work clothes, I slowly counted to ten in an attempt to calm my nerves. Not only was this nigga back on the block, hustling all day, he up and bought himself another bike. I knew how much Ramsey loved his bike, but after the accident, I figured he would be done with them.

  “Why you off so early?” Ramsey asked.

  “I got suspended,” I replied.

  “Why?”

  “Because of your ass!” I spat.

  “What the fuck did I do?” he asked.

  “You’re affecting my attendance. I tell you I gotta be at work at a certain time, but your hard headed ass just has to get your dick wet and make me late. I tell you I gotta go to work, you somehow talk me into not going. Listen, if this is going to work, I need you to respect my career. When you gotta go to work, I don’t fuss, so I expect the same. I don’t force you to stop hustling, so stop trying to force me to quit my job. I worked my ass off in school for my degree and I’ll be damned if I allow all my hard work to go to waste because you want my ass naked, laying in bed, waiting for you,” I vented.

  “Damn bae, you said a mouthful, but I respect ya grind and I ain’t tryna come between that,” he replied.

  “Good.”

  “We good now?” he asked.

  “Nah, why the fuck did you buy another bike?”

  “Just like you love your shoe collections, I love my bikes. You can’t go a day without ordering heels, I can’t go a day without riding my bike. I been doing this shit since I was fourteen; I ain’t stopping,” he said, putting his foot down.

  “I’m not trying to have you out here getting hurt and shit.”

  “Look at my baby all worried about me and shit. I’m good,” he replied.

  “Ramsey, I’m for real,” I fussed.

  “I’ll be careful,” he said, kissing on my lips.

  ****

  Day one of my suspension, I was sitting in the house, bored as fuck. I ordered new shoes, re-organized the room I had especially for my shoes, cleaned the house, bought groceries and cooked dinner. Now I was left with nothing to do. Tiny was in school and Ramsey was out working, leaving me all by my lonesome. Just as I was about to get up and eat another bowl of chicken fajita pasta, my phone started screaming out Ramsey’s ringtone.

  “Hey, baby!!” I answered with a smile on my face. I was happy to finally get to talk to somebody.

  “I bet your ass over there smiling and shit,” he replied.

  “Shut up. What’s up?”

  “I need you to meet me at The Ritz-Carlton on South Beach,” he replied.

  “What’s going on there?” I asked.

  “I’m meeting with some important business people and I need my woman by my side,” he replied.

  “What should I wear?”

  “Just dress casually. I’m in the penthouse suite. Let the front desk clerk know you’re here for me when you arrive.”

  “Iight, baby, see you soon,” I cooed.

  “Later,” he said before hanging up the phone.

  Running to my closet, I was excited to finally have somewhere to go. Although I didn’t too much care for Ramsey’s business meetings, anything was better than sitting in this house all alone and shit. Rummaging through my closet, I decided to wear my pinstriped high waist ankle slacks with a ruffled blouse. Slipping my feet into a pair of black pumps, I pulled my natural hair into a bun and applied light makeup to my face. Once I was done, I grabbed the keys to my Beamer and headed to my destination.

  Fuck a shooter I’m my own shooter…

  Plies’ “Ritz Carlton” blasted through the speakers as I made my way inside the penthouse suite. I wasn’t sure what type of business meeting Ramsey was having, but I had a feeling I was overdressed. The more I walked through the beautiful room, the more I realized there was no one here.

  “WOOOOO, THAT LIL PUSSY GOT SOME POWER!” Ramsey screamed out, making his way towards me wearing a pair of boxers and an open robe.

  “What in the world is this?” I asked.

  “Your mini vacation. Since I’m the reason you’re suspended, I took some days off so I could chill with you until you go back to work,” he replied, causing me to smile.

  “Why did you make me dress up?”
I grinned.

  “I didn’t want you all suspicious and shit, asking questions. I wanted to surprise you,” he replied.

  Sweet moments like this were the ones I loved. Ramsey was a certified, no filter having asshole, but he could be a real sweetheart when he wanted to be. The fact that he went through all this for me showed me that I picked a winner.

  “Go in the room and change out of them clothes. There’s a robe in the master bedroom; I want you in that bitch naked,” he said.

  “Ok, Daddy,” I purred, kicking off my heels.

  “Nah, leave them sexy shits on,” he winked.

  When I made my way to the master bedroom, I was caught off guard. There were pink, silver, and white balloons everywhere. The bed was decorated with white and pink rose petals in the form of a big heart. In every section of the room were gift bags from various stores. Turning around, I bumped into a smiling Ramsey, who was holding my favorite roses in his hand.

  “You went all out, bae,” I squealed.

  “Anything for the love of my life,” he replied.

  “The love of your life, huh?” I smirked.

  “Yup, you my baby. I hate seeing you down. I’m willing to do anything just to keep that smile on your face.”

  “Damn, I love you,” I replied, jumping into his arms.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Baby?”

  “Yes, bae?”

  “Can I get my dick sucked now?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, daddy. You can get that and more,” I replied, dropping to my knees.

  Grabbing his erect dick that was playing peek-a-boo through the slit of his boxers, I ran my hand up and down the shaft while I got my mouth extra wet. I allowed the saliva to drip down his dick before taking him slowly into my mouth. In nice slow motions, I sucked his dick while slowly jacking him off. When his dick was pulsating in my mouth, I picked up the pace.

  “OHHH FUCK!” Ramsey groaned, as I sucked on the tip of his dick, running my tongue in circular motions around it.

  I gave him that grade A sloppy toppy as I made the sound effects that drove his ass crazy. Pulling away from his dick, I grabbed his balls and sucked on them gently, using my tongue to lick them. Once I was done teasing him, I placed his throbbing dick back into my mouth and deep throated him until he was filling my mouth with his cum.

  “Damn ma, you nasty,” he replied once I showed him my mouth filled with his sperm before swallowing it.

  “You like my nasty ass too,” I replied.

  “I’d like your ass better if you’d assume the position,” he demanded.

  Hopping on the sofa that was in the room, I got in the face down ass up position. I made sure my chest was all the way down and a deep arch was formed in my back as I poked my ass high in the air. I then reached around and held my ass cheeks apart so he could have full access to my anticipating pussy.

  “Good girl,” he said, as he slid deep into me.

  “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk,” I cried out, feeling his dick in my stomach.

  “Take this shit, ma. You a big girl,” he grunted, smacking me on the ass.

  “Yes, like that. Throw that ass back at me, Em,” he coached, as he held on to my waist firmly.

  Utilizing my twerking skills, I threw my ass back at him with force. Every time I would thrust my pussy in his pelvis, I would tighten my pussy muscles around his dick, making his ass weak.

  “Damn ma, you fucking my head up,” he moaned, as I fucked him back.

  “OHHHH, right there!!” I moaned, feeling my nut building up.

  “Slow down, ma,” he demanded, trying to hold me by my waist.

  I was in my zone. Ignoring his pleas, I continued to throw my pussy back on his dick. My legs began to get weak as my nut snuck up on me with a quickness. For a quick second, it felt like I had a pinched nerve as the tear dropping nut ripped through my body, paralyzing me.

  “OH GOD!” I cried out, as I began to shake uncontrollably.

  “I told your hard headed ass to slow down,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to the balcony.

  When this nigga laid my ass out on the table, I looked at him like he was crazy.

  “Tell the whole world what my name is,” he said as he entered me again, fucking me into a coma in broad daylight.

  “Go hop in the shower. I got a few people coming up here to take care of you,” Ramsey said, as we laid out on the balcony chairs, naked as the day we were brought into this world.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “Do as I say and let yo’ man take care of you,” he firmly replied.

  “I can’t get up,” I replied.

  “Daddy put a hurting on that pussy?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

  “You know you did,” I replied.

  “Iight, I’mma take care of you,” he said, getting up.

  He came over to me and picked me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He got in the shower with me and allowed the water to fall all over our bodies. After eating the soul out of me, he grabbed the sponge and began bathing me. I was so weak from the way he viciously attacked my pussy with his tongue that all I could do was stand there while he washed my ass.

  When he was done cleaning my body off, he carried me out of the tub and dried me off. He reached for a clean robe and handed it to me to put on. The moment we walked out to the living room area, someone started knocking on our door.

  Ramsey opened the door and a bunch of different people filled our penthouse. There was a man carrying hair supplies, a woman with her nail kit, one carrying massage oils, and a few others wheeling in carts of food. I wrapped my arms around Ramsey and kissed him on the lips. The fact that he was going to such great lengths for me had me in awe.

  “Thank you, baby,” I said, as I stared lovingly into his eyes.

  “Anything for the woman I love.”

  “I love you too, daddy,” I honestly replied, sealing it with a kiss.

  Tiny

  “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuck!!!” I yelled out, feeling myself come to a gut wrenching orgasm.

  “Rise and shine.” Mayhem smiled, wiping my juices from his lips and beard.

  “Good morning,” I moaned, still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

  “You hungry?”

  “Yes,” I replied, sitting up with my back against the plush golden colored headboard.

  Mayhem walked out of the room, then returned with a tray filled with food. The arrangement consisted of scrambled cheese eggs, buttery grits, honey biscuits, turkey sausage links, and turkey bacon. He placed the tray in front of me, then handed me a bottle of water and my vitamins.

  “No pancakes?” I pouted.

  “All this food in front of you and you still want pancakes?” Mayhem replied, shaking his head.

  “Yes, I mean, what is breakfast without pancakes?”

  “Eat the food. If you still want pancakes, then I’ll make you some,” he said, taking a seat next to me on the bed.

  “What are the kids doing?” I asked.

  Maliah, Mariah, and Mace were all spending the weekend with us.

  “Downstairs eating breakfast,” he replied.

  I finished the last of my food, then pushed the tray to the side. The food was delicious and I was mad full. I could feel my eyes starting to get heavy as I got comfortable in the king sized quilt that covered the bed. Just as I was about to fall into a deep slumber, Maliah and Mariah barged into the room.

  “Tiny, are we still getting our nails done today?” Maliah asked, causing me to slowly open my eyes.

  “Baby, let Tiny take a nap, then she’ll take you,” Mayhem replied for me.

  “Promise?” Maliah asked.

  “I promise,” I replied. “Just give me one hour, ok, girls?”

  “Ok,” they both cooed before running out of the room.

  ****

  After my nap, I was refreshed and ready to start my day with the girls. We had a long day of hair, nails and shopping ahead of us. All the time I got to spend with the girls doing c
ute little girls stuff had me wishing that the baby I was carrying was a girl.

  Dressed in a short, purple, floral print romper, I slipped my feet into a pair of brown knee-high gladiator sandals. Since I just got some fresh box braids in my hair, I decided to pull the top portion in a bun and allow the bottom half to flow down my back. Grabbing my bag, I emptied out everything and placed it in my brown satchel that matched my outfit perfectly. Selecting my Chanel oval, multicolored shades from my collection, I slipped them on my face and made my way downstairs.