When Bae's a Boss

by Lucinda John

  “Listen baby, I’ll have one of my co-workers drop my car off to my apartment.” she said trying to solve the issue.

  “It better not be no nigga either.”

  “Chill out it won’t be a nigga.” she laughed.

  “I’ight bae let me get out your way, your partner looking like he wants to catch some bullets mugging me and shit let me find out.” I frowned.

  “It ain’t even like that, he just worked two shifts and I’m sure he’s dying to go home to his WIFE.” she replied pecking me on the lips.

  “See you later sexy.” I said grabbing a handful of her ass before hopping on my bike and pulling off.

  When I made it to my mother’s house, my nieces and nephew were running around acting a fool. My mother loved being a grandmother which was a big reason why she wanted to make sure this baby wasn’t a Godfrey before writing it off. As I watched the kids play I couldn’t help but think about wanting to come home to this after a long day of work.

  Shit between Emma and I was getting serious that I was thinking about ditching the rubber and sliding up in that thang naked. After chopping it up with the kids, I went to deliver my mother the good news.

  “Ma.” I called out while walking around the house.

  “In the kitchen.” she yelled out.

  When I walked into her luxurious kitchen, I spotted her behind the island preparing grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup with goldfish crackers.

  “I remember you used to make this for us all the time.” I smiled wrapping my arms around her petite body.

  I knew ma wasn’t my real mother because my father always kept it real with us. When I was old enough to understand he told me the story about what happened, and I couldn’t help but respect him for his honesty. I still considered ma as my real mother because she was there every step of the way. I didn’t feel like she loved me any less even though I was a product of my father infidelity. Plus, my logic on everything was my mother wasn’t shit if she was she wouldn’t have given me up so easy. Gunpoint or not she should have gone hard for me and stayed in my life.

  “Hey, baby give mama some sugar.” she replied kissing my cheeks.

  “You got a plate for me?” I asked taking a seat on one of her fancy swivel bar stools.

  “This for the kids Ramsey.” she replied, fixing me a plate anyways.

  “I got good news.” I beamed.

  “Lay it on me.”

  “Boom!” I exclaimed reaching for the folded paper and placing it on the table.

  “What’s this?” she asked wiping her hand with a decorative dish towel.

  “Open it and see.” I replied dipping the corner of my sandwich in my soup before taking a big bite.

  “You are your father’s child.” she chuckled.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Let me guess you used your power to get these results back quick.”

  “I used something else too.” I whispered.

  “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing ma, yeah I dug in my pockets and got it done. I just had to get you off my back.”

  “Hey better safe than sorry. I didn’t raise you boys to bail out on responsibilities regardless of who you lay down and have a baby with you will take care of that child.”

  “I hear you, ma.”

  “Good. I hope you done thotting and bopping.” she replied.

  “Nah me and Emma kicking it real heavy.”

  “Thank you Lord! I was hoping you didn’t mess things up with that girl. Out of all the smuts you bring home I actually like her, and I am praying she has what it takes to simmer you down.”

  “She got that good good so she in the right direction.” I replied earning a smack across the head.

  “Get out my kitchen with that mess.”

  “You lucky I gotta go pick up your future daughter- in- law from work.” I said drinking the last of my soup before standing to leave.

  “We have to do dinner, the three of us.”

  “I gotchu queen. Later pretty lady, love you.” I said kissing her cheeks.

  “Later baby. Love you more!”

  Mayhem

  1 Corinthians 13:4-8

  4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

  8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

  After reading the daily bible lesson that buzzed to my phone courtesy of the bible app I had installed, I was now confident with my decision to end my marriage. My father was big on us keeping our faith in God, so in this time of triumph I was seeking him to make sure I was making the right decision. I knew my sinful ass was far from perfect, but God was really coming through for me. It wasn’t fair to me, her, or the kids to stay in a marriage if I wasn’t happy.

  Getting out of my car, I headed to my main club office to fill out some paperwork before calling it a night. Since I’ve been out of jail majority of my time has been spent on me spending time with my children and working non- stop on all my businesses including my traps. When I made it to the office, I pulled out my seat and decided to peek at the crowd through the monitors that displayed on my computer screen.

  I had a full crowd for the third night in the row making a nigga real proud. When I put all of these ideas together behind bars I never imagined this shit was about to blow up the way it did. I was making money from left and right, but I was still looking to expand more.

  When Tiny sexy ass walked into my view, it was as if time stood still. It’s been a week since she’s been working for me, and I haven’t spoken to her since that night I found her rolling high off handle bars. I couldn’t lie that shit turned me the fuck off, which was why I was keeping my distance from her. No matter how much I was feeling her, I couldn’t rock with a chick that did any drugs. Weed was straight with me if it was done occasionally, but anything else was unacceptable.

  The more I watched her, I couldn’t help but admire how well she cleaned up. She still rocked her spiked hair cut, but changed it to a black with honey brown highlights that went perfectly with her complexion. The black high waist shorts, white button up dress shirt, and black bow tie attire that one of my managers picked out for the bartenders looked good on her. The way her curvaceous body popped through her work uniform was probably why the tip jar was over stuffed, and the reason majority of the niggas in this bitch stalked the bar.

  Her pretty smile lit up my heart as she maneuvered around like a pro taking orders and making drinks. Today was her first day on the floor, and she was doing well. Most girls usually received two weeks of training, but she caught on so fast that I decided to test her out early.

  My teeth gritted as I watched a nigga pull her by the waist over to him. The way she smiled in that nigga face had me ready to walk down to the bar and act a fool. Watching him rub on her ass while she took down his drink order did it for me, pushing my seat back I made sure my gun was loaded before pushing my way through the crowd.

  “This ain’t no strip club partna so Imma need for you to keep your hands off my girls.” I snarled once I was in front of them.

  “My bad my dude, I just couldn’t help but admire her fine ass.” he replied never taking his eyes off Tiny.

  “Rite make this nigga his drink so he can disappear , Tiny follow me to my office.” I said mugging that nigga just in case he wanted to jump stupid.

  Rolling her eyes, Tiny followed me up the circular steps and to my office. Closing the door behind us, I took a seat in my chair while she stood by the door looking at me all crazy. Pouring myself a shot of Hennessey, I guzzled it down with my eyes roaming all over her thick body. The crazy feeling, I was now feeling was new to me. When I was with Tiny I
always felt the need to protect her, it was as if I was meant to be in her life.

  “What the fuck you looking at me like that for?” I asked taking my second shot.

  “Why you had to pull me away from my customer? he was tipping good, all I had to do was keep his drunk ass drinking.” she snapped.

  “I ain’t running that type of establishment in this motherfucker. I don’t appreciate my employees letting niggas rub all over their asses for fucking tips! This ain’t fucking strip joint.” I snarled.

  “Are you done?” she asked unfazed by what I was saying.

  “Keep fucking with me, and Imma rock ya shit.”

  “Whatever you say boss.” she rolled her eyes.

  “Come here.” I said feeling the effect of my fourth shot.

  “What?” she asked walking slowly to me.

  Sitting on the edge of my desk, I pulled her until she was standing between my legs. I felt her body quiver and shake in my arms as I rubbed on her thighs. Tiny was so thick and soft that it felt like I was running my hands through a bag of cotton. Inhaling her intoxicating perfume, I placed a single kiss on the side of her neck that had her sucking in a deep breath, that she was now holding in.

  “Breathe ma.” I chuckled, loving the effect I was having on her.

  “I-I-I G-ot to go b-b-back to work.” she stuttered .

  “Says who? I’m the boss.” I replied kissing the other side of her neck this time teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

  “Mm.” a light moan escaped her lips letting me know that she feeling hot and ready.

  “Let me take you out on a date tomorrow night.” I whispered in her ears.

  “I work tomorrow night.” she softly replied.

  “You’re off.”

  “I can’t, I need the money.” she sadly replied.

  “When you fucking with a boss nigga like me just know you’re good. When bae’s a boss the world is yours.”

  “You tryna be my bae?” she smirked.

  “Depends on how you act.” I truthfully replied.

  “What you mean?” she asked giving me the side eye.

  “I hope you ain’t fucking with them handle bars no more. I ain’t rocking like that. I roll up, but I don’t pop pills, inject shit, or sniff.”

  “I hear you.” she replied.

  “I know you can hear. I want you to understand that if I catch you rolling on them shits it’s a wrap for you.”

  “Okay.” she replied looking up at me with those pretty eyes. In those eyes I was able to see so much vulnerability . She had a story to tell, and I was ready to get it out of her over dinner tomorrow night.

  “For the rest of the night I want you working up here with me.” I said making up my mind to change her job position.

  “Doing what?” she asked.

  “Sorting through some emails. You know how to read right?” I joked.

  “Hahaha very funny!” she waved me off taking a seat in my chair.

  Once I showed Tiny what I wanted her to do for me, I went to the leather sectional that was in the corner of my office and started working on some very important paperwork I had to fill out. Every so often I would look up and steal glances at Tiny whose head was buried in the work I assigned to her. Her perfume invaded my office and made it hard for me to concentrate. With my dick resting on my right leg getting hard just by the sight of her fine ass, I secretly watched her from the corner of my eyes.

  Two hours later all of the paperwork was completed and contracts were sent out to people who were interested in using my club for their events. The work night was over, and I was now walking Tiny to the car I gave her. She didn’t know it yet, but I had no intentions on giving her the old car she was driving.

  “I was thinking about making you my personal assistant for this club.” I replied once we made it to her car.

  “How much does that pay?” she asked sucking on her bottom lip.

  “Money ain’t everything.”

  “You’re right it’s not, it’s just a necessity in order to survive.” she replied.

  “This job pays more than what you’re getting paid now.”

  “I can dig it, what will I be doing? I never been an assistant.”

  “You’ll just be doing the same thing you did today.”

  “Cool.” she replied toying with the bottom of her shorts.

  “Let me get out of here, I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at nine.” Opening the car door for her.

  “A’ight nite’ boss.” she purred.

  “Later ma.” I replied watching her drive away before heading in my car.

  I dreaded that I had to head home, but I had to properly talk to Macy. Even if things weren’t working out between us, she deserved an explanation and possible closure. I hated I had to have this conversation with her, but my father prided in raising me as a stand- up guy, and this was the appropriate thing to do. This conversation could either go good or turn ugly that is why I had my mother pick up the kids to avoid them hearing or seeing some shit that would fuck up their heads.

  When I walked through the door Macy was startled which caused her to end her phone conversation. I hated when she did that shit, since I been home she has been hiding in corners whispering on the phone and when I come around hang up making herself look real suspicious. Tonight, I was going to call her out on everything, giving her the chance to come clean.

  “Hey baby I ordered Chinese.” she said walking towards me.

  Ignoring her, I walked over to where the food decorated the table and began piling my plate with the chicken and broccoli with white rice. I grabbed a few egg rolls and fortune cookies before taking a seat at the table. This was my first time sitting down eating so I smashed my plate, getting up for seconds.

  “You wanted to talk.” Macy said taking a seat next to me.

  “Who the fuck was you talking to on the phone?” I asked.

  “Wh-h-what are you talking about?” she asked looking down at her plate.

  “Look at me when I’m talking to you! When I walked in the house you hung up the phone, who were you talking to?” I asked.

  “My sister.” she replied.

  “Give me your phone.” I demanded.

  She hesitated, but she handed it over. Tapping on her call log, I scrolled through the list and sure enough she had been talking to her sister.

  “Why every time I turn the corner you whispering some shit on the phone?”

  “I just needed someone to vent to and I know how much you hate me telling our business.” she replied.

  “Listen.” I said running my hands through my waves. “I ain’t been feeling good about us for some time now, and we need to talk this shit out. We have kids so I ain’t trying to end this divorce and have us fighting like cats and dogs.”

  “Maybe we can file for separation work things out and get back together.” she suggested with a hint of hope in her voice.

  “Macy how can you make shit work with someone you no longer love?” I asked.

  “Don’t say that Mayhem, we just need some time apart.”

  “When my father passed everything down to me I felt like I had to be him in order to run his business accordingly. I had every quality a boss needed but a wife and kids. My father would always tell me you ain’t a real man until you have a family. While we were dating shit was cool, but it wasn’t enough for me to marry you. I got comfortable with you because you were in my life heavy at the moment. I didn’t think this shit through, and it’s my fault.” Clearing my throat, I took a sip of my soda before I continued.

  “I grew to love you, but I was never in love with you. The time I spent behind bars wondering what you were doing help me realize that you really fucked me up in the head when you decided to move to New York even when I begged you not to. There were days I needed to see my kids, to level my head out, but you kept them from me. I had a wife, but had to jack my dick to catch a nut. I made sure you were straight behind bars, but you ain’t returned the favor.”

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nbsp; “Mayhem it wasn’t even like that, I just couldn’t do it I broke and I’m sorry.” she sobbed.

  “Why marry me? You knew what type of nigga I was before you said ‘I do’ you knew what you were getting yourself into when I told you I was turning myself in, why not speak up?” I asked.

  “I’m so sorry.” Was the only thing she offered as an explanation?

  “Were you fucking around on me?” I asked causing her to shift in her seat. She didn’t have to answer for me to know the truth. I was good at reading body language and hers told me what was supposed to be my pussy wasn’t just mine.