When Bae's a Boss

by Lucinda John

  I pulled into the driveway of Mayhem’s house the same time he did. I have been crashing here for the past month, but I still had my apartment that I would check in from time- to- time. Majority of my clothes was in his massive walk-in closet, I had keys to the place and I even had a hand print security access code for the gate; however, I still considered myself as his guest. He never mentioned me officially moving in with him, but he would pout whenever I mentioned going home.

  The stressed look Mayhem wore as he walked in the house without acknowledging me told me he wasn’t in the best mood to receive the news I was about to give him. When I made it inside he was in the foyer pacing with an envelope in his hand. I wanted to say something, but I decided to keep my mouth shut until he addressed me.

  “What the fuck is this Tineah?” he asked throwing the envelope at me.

  I knew he was mad, that was the only time he would use my first name. Opening the envelope my heart sunk as my past smacked me in the face. I held numerous nudes pictures of myself that I posted on certain websites for money. I made good money bagging sugar daddies, but now I was forever labeled a whore. My pictures were everywhere for the world and most importantly my son to see.

  “This was before you.” I whispered.

  “I fucking know that shit! But because I’m with you these fucking picture cost me a very important client today!” he snapped making me feel bad.

  “I… I… I”

  “I don’t want to hear that shit man! I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I started fucking with you, but now I know.”

  “Know what?” I asked feeling the walls of the room close in on me.

  “I don’t know man, just give me some time to cool off from this.”

  “Ok.” I replied holding in my tears as I made a beeline towards the door.

  I wanted to call Emma, but I didn’t want to ruin her night with Ramsey so I decided to go home. When I arrived to my apartment something looked off a bit, I didn’t know what it was but it looked as if someone was there. I pulled out my can of pepper spray as I made my way to the door and unlocked it.

  It was dark inside so I hit the switch that was by the door in order to light up the room. The smell of the fresh scent automatic spray that was hanging by the door filled the house as I made my way to the bedroom.

  “Oh my fucking….. no!!!” I yelled when I turned on the light to my room.

  Everything was ransacked and thrown everywhere. I knew it wasn’t a stranger because my bedroom was the only room affected. I regretted the day that I was in a rush to leave the house to meet Mayhem. That day I didn’t lock my money in its usually spot, I just simply pushed the safe under the bed, and now it was gone. All the money I had been working so hard to save for me and Elijah was gone. I fell to the floor and started crying my heart out.

  I cried because I couldn’t catch a break. I cried because my mother and her fucked up ways was the reason I’m in my situation today. I cried because I couldn’t be the mother my son needed. I cried because my past was running away the only man that found me worth being with. As I sat on the floor and balled my eyes out my mind drifted to Neesha trifling ass. I knew she had to be the one to do such a fucked up shit to me because her cum bucket ass was always hating on me.

  Neesha was pissed when I told her about me and Mayhem’s relationship, she even stopped talking to me for a few days. Then out of the blue one day she showed up on my doorstep with a chang of heart. She acted she was happy for me and Mayhem and even mentioned some new boo she was messing with. Me being so naïve, I believed her. I thought she was actually a friend, but she turned out to be another jealous bitch.

  Grabbing my Nikes off the floor, I laced them up and was out of the house with the speed of lightening. My adrenaline was rushing, I was ready to lay hands on that grimy slut. I made it to her house in fifteen minutes flat breaking every road rule that was written in the driver’s ED guide. I didn’t bother to properly park my car, or remove the key from the ignition as I banged on her door as if I worked for the Fort Lauderdale Police Department. When she didn’t come to the door fast enough I replaced my hands with my feet and tried to kick her door in.

  “What the fuck Tiny?” she asked coming to the door hair wild and half dressed. The nut sliding down her thighs let me know that she was getting dick down, but I didn’t give a fuck I wanted my money.

  “Where the fuck is my money bitch?!” I asked with anger radiating from my body.

  “What money?” she asked.

  “My money! My fucking money! You’re the only one who knows I keep money stashed in my room, give me my shit!!!” I yelled.

  “What the fuck going on out here?” Cash appeared in the doorway dressed in silk boxers. The sight of him standing there with that ugly smirk on his face had me seeing red.

  Instead of opening my mouth, I let my hands do the talking for me. I grabbed Neesha by her long nappy weave and flung her to the floor. Balling up my fist I repeatedly punched her in the face yelling bitch with every hit that connected. I was so frustrated with people thinking they could come in my life and use me so I took that frustration on this dusty bitch.

  The hell I went through shaking my ass and popping my pussy for motherfuckers; I didn’t want to just to get my coins killed me. The fact that someone who I considered my friend stole every dime for me enraged me. I was also mad at myself for being so careless with my money, but she shouldn’t have touched it. I earned every red cent, and I was going to beat this bitch until she gave it to me.

  Someone must have felt bad for Neesha and called the cops because I felt myself getting yanked off of her. Cash was on the side standing there looking real proud as they slapped cuffs around my lips. He mouthed ‘It’s my money now’ causing me to lunge towards him only to get forcefully yanked in the direction of the squad car. My emotions were all over the place as I cried my way to jail.

  *****

  “Was you fighting over that nigga?” Was the first thing Mayhem asked when I walked over to his car.

  I used my phone call to call Emma, briefly running everything that happened to her. I was expecting to see her face when they called my name out for release, not Mayhem. I was too hot, hungry and tired to deal with his attitude. I felt dirty sitting in a jail cell with a bunch of other women who smelt like they were clueless to what soap and water was, I needed a long soak in my tub badly.

  “No Mayhem.” I replied feeling exhausted.

  “The fuck you were fighting for?”

  “I can’t never catch a fucking break.” I broke down crying.

  “I’m not meant to be happy.” I continued to sob.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked watching towards me disregarding the fact that I was sweaty.

  “I’m fucked up, scared for life, soiled. No man wants me because of my past, but what everyone fail to realize is that my past is not my fault. No matter how much I try to walk straight my old life is always going to get thrown at me.”

  “Don’t cry.” he tried to console me.

  “How can I not cry? Someone who I considered one of my best friends stole my life savings, the one man who I figured could love me pass my past don’t even want anything to do with me.” I wailed.

  “I never said that. I never said I didn’t want anything to do with you.”

  “You let me leave, you blamed me for being the reason you lost an important business client then watched me walked out the door feeling terrible.”

  “I just needed time to cool down.” he replied.

  “You could have told me to stay, go in another room or something, but you watched me leave.”

  “Listen, I’m sorry ok. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, but I just needed time to think about it. I was on my way to your house when Emma called me and told me you were in jail. I’m in there with you for the long run, fuck who don’t like it. Our past is just that our past, and I don’t hold that against you. In the morning I want you to pack all your shit and officially move in with
me. I am also going to open a bank accountant for you and make sure every cent that was stolen from you is in your account available for you.”

  “Really?” I asked looking up at him searching for the truth in his words.

  “That’s my word. What do I always tell you?”

  “When bae’s a boss you gon’ always be straight.” I said repeating the phrase he would always whisper in my ear during our passionate sexual encounters.

  “Let’s go home, your ass smells like you ain’t wash it for years.” Mayhem said causing me roll my eyes.

  Joie

  “FUCK!!!!” Maleek groaned as he filled my mouth up with his seeds. Never the basic type I swallowed every drop, sperm was a good way to prevent cavities anyways.

  “Damn bae, you stay fucking me up with that mouth of yours.” Maleek smacked me on the ass.

  “You know I gotta take care of daddy even if aunt flows come to visit.” I smiled.

  “That’s why I’m marrying you girl!” he licked his lips.

  “I know and I’m so excited.” I beamed, my wedding was approaching and I was real deal excited about it. I was anxious to see how all the planning and fussing with Jane turned out.

  “Speaking of the wedding we have to make some changes.” Maleek said causing me to look at him sideways.

  “What changes?” I asked.

  “Macy.”

  “Oh hell no! That’s my girl!” I shriek.

  “I know but we can’t have her and Mayhem walking down the aisle together while they’re going through a nasty divorce.” he said making sense.

  “That’s true, but I’m not replacing her with that bitch he’s dating now, I’ll just have to switch them two with another couples.” I replied racking my brain to see who I could make the switch with.

  “Don’t call her a bitch, you don’t even know her.” Maleek had the nerve to say.

  “You’re right, bitch is too much of a nice word to call a tramp who would willingly mess with a married man.” I fumed.

  “Mind your fucking business Joie!” Maleek yelled causing me to jump.

  I should have known better, when it came to his brothers he didn’t tolerate me talking shit. He didn’t even pillow talk their problems. I love the bond they shared, what happened between them stayed between them unlike my gossiping ass family.

  “Hurry up and get dressed before we miss the boat.” he snapped at me.

  “If Macy ain’t going, is the smut going to be there?” I asked without thinking.

  “MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” he roared.

  Instead of further pissing him off, I jumped in the shower and got ready for our annually cruise to Jamaica. It was more like a business trip, but the fellas would bring us along just so it wouldn’t look suspicious. They would go to the Bahamas every year to receive their largest shipment of the most blazing weed Fort Lauderdale has ever seen.

  Dressed in a mustard color maxi dress that had tow long slits on the sides, I paired it with my brown sandals and an oversized brown hat. Placing my big frame shades over my eyes, I grabbed my purse and headed to the car. I was already walking on eggshells with Maleek so I didn’t want to risk saying anything else that would land me in the doghouse.

  Maleek and I were the first one who boarded The Godfrey Brother’s cruise ship. I was sitting on the lower deck texting Macy the bad news about the wedding as I sipped my pina colada. I knew Macy was fuming but she brought this all on herself. She decided to step out on Mayhem and now I was forced to keep her secret in fear of mine being revealed.

  The sounds of giggling caused me to look up and roll my eyes. Mayhem and Ramsey were both loading the boat with their women. The moment my eyes fell on Tiny I was at lost for words. I mean I saw her at dinner, but now it was as if she was sun kissed. Her skin glowed underneath her black and gold hat. The black corset like top and shorts she wore did her curves justice. I thought I was thicker than a snicka, but she was giving me a run for my money. Emma was equally pretty dressed in a loose fitting skirt with an off the shoulder crop top.

  “Hey Joie.” Emma spoke giving me a hug.

  “Hey.” Tiny greeted me minus the hug.

  “Hey ladies you look very beautiful.” I honestly replied, I was taught to give props when they were due.

  “Thank you, I love your dress.” Tiny replied.

  “Girl I’ve had this thing forever.” I replied taking another sip of my drink. There was a pregnant pause, but when the bartender came around everyone grabbed a drink and loosened up.

  “I didn’t really get to know you over dinner since…”

  “Yeah I know.” Tiny said cutting me off.

  “What do you do for a living?” I started my line of questioning.

  “I’m in school now.”

  “Really? For what?”

  “Master of Arts in school counseling.” she replied.

  “That’s great.” I said giving her props.

  Macy didn’t do much but spend Mayhem money, the fact that Tiny was going to school to make something of herself told me she was smart. It was ok to be with a money making nigga and spend his money, but there wasn’t nothing wrong with making some of your own. When you had a nigga in the game you always had to be his plan b.

  “What do you do?”

  “I’m employed by the Godfrey’s I’m one of their many financial advisor.”

  “How does it feel working for your man?” she asked.

  “Demanding.” I replied.

  “Trust me I know I work as Mayhem’s assistant for his club.”

  “How is that working for you I ask?”

  “Girl some days I can’t even get work done because he won’t keep his hands off me.” she said causing me to giggle. I went through the same thing when I was working in the same office as Maleek, that’s why I decided to invest in my own personal office. I was seeking new clients to work for, but Maleek wasn’t aware of that yet. I knew he would flip, but the only way I would grow in my field is if I worked for more people.

  The more I sat and talked with Tiny the more I warmed up to her. I hated myself for prejudging her based on Macy’s ill feelings towards her because she was actually a sweet girl. I figured if Macy could do Robert, then Mayhem could do whomever he wanted to, besides their marriage was near the end anyways.

  Mayhem

  “Take that shit off!” I snapped at Tiny who was dressed in a royal blue skirt that had two splits that went all the way up to her hip bone, she wore it with a royal blue crisscross crop top that showed too much cleavage, and a pair of gold ‘fuck me’ pumps. The girls were going out to the club while we handled business, and there was no way in hell I was allowing her to step out like that.

  “Daddy…..”

  “Take it the fuck off I said!” I snapped causing her to jump. “You either take that shit off or sit your ass in the fucking hotel!”

  I watched as she stormed back into the bedroom we were sleeping in, but I didn’t give a fuck. Tiny wasn’t with a basic nigga so she had to know how to dress accordingly. I wasn’t the type of nigga who took pride in their women going out without them dressed like a hoe.

  “I’ll be back later.” I yelled out to her as I made my way to the car. As much as I wanted to fuss at Tiny for trying me with her outfit, I had a business meeting I couldn’t be late for.

  “Why you frowning and shit?” Ramsey asked as I got in the back of the Lincoln Navigator that was chauffeuring us around.

  “Tiny tried me man.” I vented.

  “What did she do now?” Maleek asked.

  “She tried to go out with the girls under dress. I mean ass and legs and titties all out.”

  “What did you expect?” Ramsey said throwing shade.

  “Fuck that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing.” he said putting his hand up to surrender.

  “Y'all chill out, not tonight.” Maleek spoke up.

  The rest of the ride to the dock was done in silence. When we arrived I spotted our boat being pulle
d apart, in order to place the weed. We did this every year and shit always went smoothly.

  “The Godfrey’s.” Nano said walking towards up. His accent wasn’t as thick as he brother Niko, so we preferred to discuss business with him.

  “Tell me something good Nano.” I said.

  “We got the top of the line good shit for you. Packaged and ready to go. Now you tell me something good.”