Leo - Mr. Boss: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 8)
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“So, uh, Mrs. Zander, congratulations. Beautiful wedding.” The sly looking bastard ran his hands together like a fly about to land on a pile of fresh shit. “I’ll need you as backup tonight in case your friend Scarlet there doesn’t want to give me her number. I’d like to get to know her better… by any means necessary.”
“Uh, first of all, thank you for the congrats. That’s nice of you, Dom, but I don’t know you so unfortunately, I’m not giving you Scarlet’s number. That would be an invasion of my friend’s privacy. If she wants to give it to you though, I’m sure she will.”
Sky leaned in and landed a kiss on Lazarist’s face before laying her head against his shoulder.
“Oh, she will, I guarantee you that, but I always like to have a Plan B just in case.”
With that, he turned on his heels and walked off, no doubt in hot pursuit. Sky and Lazarist looked at one another and burst out laughing.
“We have some insane friends, oh my God!” She giggled, then rose up on tiptoes for another kiss.
“We do… but hey, they make the world go ’round.”
He leaned down to press his lips to hers, happy out of his mind, and began to sway with her as he closed his eyes, immersing himself into his new beautiful reality…
She’s mine now… we’ve done it… it’s magic. I’m going to make this work. No such thing as divorce with this woman. I’m all in, mind, body, and soul.
“You make me wanna be a better man.” He cupped her face with both hands as a tear streamed down his face. “I’ll never take you for granted. I’m going to love you like there’s a hundred men tryna take my place… because if they knew what I had, there would be… and then a thousand more would follow…”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Castle in the Sky
One year later…
“SO THAT NEEDS to be completed by this time next week at the latest, okay? I mean, I’m not tryna be an ass, but we’ve got deadlines for uh reason, ya know?”
Lazarist stood from his office chair at Fallen Angel and grabbed his car keys.
“That’s fine. I may have it finished sooner, Lazarist.”
“Sounds like a plan, Howie. I’ll chat with you later. Take it easy… but not too fuckin’ easy.”
Lazarist disconnected the phone and headed out the door in a huff, swinging his cane to and fro. He had a bunch of shit to do, but he always seemed to work best under pressure. He looked down at his Rolex, noting the time, then made a pitstop into the kitchen.
Let me take a look in here before I head out. It’s about to get mad busy…
“Everything okay in here? The lunch crowd will be rolling out in a bit.” He looked at his watch again then tapped his cane against the floor.
“Everything’s great, boss!” Mateo called out, a big smile on his face.
“Hey, I was gonna head over to the pizzeria, but if it’s good enough, I can just get something from here to go. Mateo, what are the specials today?”
The young man approached him sporting his white waiter jacket, looking dapper as hell.
“Today’s soups are caramelized French Onion and New England Clam chowder. The lunch entrée specials are tuna tartare with mango and avocado sauce, Caesar salad with blackened chicken breast, bone-in aged dried NY strip with baked potato, and lobster and crab burger with lemon tartar sauce.”
Lazarist smiled and weighed his choices.
“Get me one order of the Caesar salad with blackened chicken breast and a NY strip, rare, please. I want a side salad, too. I’m going to make some quick calls then pick it up. Chop, chop, baby.”
“Got it! I’ll tell chef right now!” Mateo disappeared from view, calling out the order. Lazarist made his way over to an empty booth and slid down on the seat. The kitchen staff were playing some easy listening tunes. The notes of ‘Hey Nineteen’ by Steely Dan filled the space with a welcome vibe. He could hear it over their chatter, the sear of the grill, and the pans knocking about.
It was always so quiet in the club during weekdays. He rather enjoyed these special moments of reprieve. Sliding his phone out, he made a few business calls, checking up on various deliveries and ensuring that security would arrive on time come Saturday evening. The last thing he needed was a place full of drunk angry men brawling in the middle of the dancefloor.
“Boss! Food is up!” the head chef called out.
Before he could get to his feet, Mateo had it bagged up nice and neat.
“Got forks, napkins and shit?”
“Yes, it’s all in there.”
Lazarist accepted the boxes wrapped in black plastic bags, thanked the guy, and made his way to his car. The air was crisp, the sun bright. He stood there for a spell, inhaling the smoggy air he’d grown to love, but the strong, mouthwatering aroma of the food caused his stomach to growl in anticipation. He got in the car and drove over to Manhattan, enjoying a few moments of people-watching. People walked about, some smiling, many with their heads down, looking at their phone screens.
Look up motherfuckers, the world is passin’ you by!
He leaned forward and turned on the radio. Deep Blue Something’s ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ was on. He bobbed his head to the beat and thumped his hand against the steering wheel. Lazarist hadn’t heard this song in a while, and he’d loved it for many years. It made him happy inside, colored his mood in shades of Sky. Moments later, he pulled up to a meter, slid some money in, and made a mad dash into the tall building on 36th Avenue.
“Now twist those waists! Again!” He opened the door and took note of his wife, turning her hips to and fro as she shimmied from right to left like some belly dancer. Wearing skin tight blue leggings and a white top that hugged her ample breasts, she turned him on. An erection threatened to come and invade the space…
What the fuck do you have on? Looks niiiice! I might have to bend her fuckin’ ass over and drill her pussy for oil as soon as the damn room clears…
A few ladies dressed in black leotards danced behind her, keeping up well, if he said so himself. He smiled as Sky kept on with her flirty movements, the sounds of Nikki Minaj’s ‘Ganja Burns’ playing through the speakers in high volume.
He stood there grinning with the plastic bags in his hands, leaning against the door, ankles crossed.
This sexy mothafucker is mine… all mine! That’s my wife! Look at all that! Delicious…
His eyes narrowed on her, possessive as he was…
She moved like an ocean, her arms like waves, her gorgeous long legs following suit and her long, black hair swinging in all directions. She caught his image in the mirrored reflection; their gazes hooked and she winked. He swayed to the music, being silly and imitating her, and it was obvious she was fighting a laugh. Minutes later, she finally wrapped up the session.
“All right, ladies! You did great!”
Breathing heavy, the woman grabbed a black towel and patted the sweat off the side of her face. The women talked amongst themselves, grabbing their bags, letting out a few bursts of laughter here and there. He leisurely moved away from the door and made way for them to pass.
“Heeeey, baby…” she said real easy like, switching her hips and dancing toward him like a dream come true. He took her in his arms, forcing the bags of food to sway against her ass as he crushed her lips in a kiss. “What are you doing here?” She pulled away and looked him up and down. “Not that I’m complaining. Always nice to see you, baby.”
She swiped away her lipstick from his mouth with the pad of her thumb. As she turned and walked away, he stalked her… his eyes on her ass.
“I thought we could have lunch together before we both have to get back to work.”
Sitting down cross-legged on the floor, he removed the food and two bottles of ice cold water from the bag. She sat next to him, blessed him with a smile and another kiss, then reached for the container with the salad.
“Did you talk to your father today?” she asked as she poked her fork into the Romaine lettuce.
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nbsp; He opened his bottle of water, took a swallow, and nodded.
“Yeah… he’s in his new apartment now. He still sounds really good. I asked him if he was stressed out or anything and he said not really. He was just happy to be out of the hospital. He is just scheduled to go to therapy two times a week. He also has a gym membership now, so that’ll help.”
“That’s great. I’m glad that he transitioned okay! Does he, uh… does he know about your mother being engaged?” Her eyes grew large with concern. That was the white elephant in the room as of late.
“Yeah, Eliza broke the news to him and he seemed okay. He said he was surprised it took so long, actually.” He reached for a packet of black pepper and tore it open. “Sooo… how are you doing today, huh? Any more sickness? I was careful to not get you anything that would make you any more nauseous… or at least, I hope.”
He kissed her on her cheek then sprinkled the pepper on his potato.
“You did well! You know I love Caesar salad. Actually, I feel pretty good today! It’s amazing that morning sickness doesn’t just hit in the morning. Those damn baby books lied!” she joked, causing him to chuckle. “Can you believe it?” She took a small bite of her salad, chewed daintily, then swallowed. “We’re going to be parents, Lazarist… What the hell?! I am still in shock that I’m pregnant!”
She giggled, her elation in no way greater than his own.
“Yeah… we were both shocked. But what a beautiful surprise, ya know? My mother and Eliza are so excited.”
“So is my dad! I don’t care if we have a boy or a girl, either. I just want a healthy child…”
They were quiet for a spell, preparing their food to their liking and eating it a bit at a time. His heart thumped as he looked down at her stomach, knowing life was growing inside of her… a life they’d created out of adoration and pure love for one another.
“I love you so much, Laz.” She took his hand and squeezed it, her eyes watering. A lone tear fell down her cheek.
“Here we go with those pregnancy hormones! Turn off the waterworks, lady!”
He chuckled as he leaned over and kissed her nose, then gently wiped the tear away. Looking into her eyes, he tried his damnedest to keep it together. He placed his hand on her stomach, and then… it was too late. His eyes glazed over, but he blinked the emotion away before he showed evidence of his exploding heart.
She’s the Beauty and I’m the Beast…
“I love you too, baby… you’re the absolute best! If I created my perfect lady I couldn’t have even imagined you the way you are… you’re just that damn good. You’re my queen, ya know that?”
“And you’re my king.” She smiled proudly.
“Yeah, that’s right. I am the king. And you’ve humbled me, made me who I am today. We’ve built our castle in the sky, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be…”
~ THE END ~
Leo – Mr. Boss
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
About this Book
Heads Up!
Dedication
Table of Contents
Letter to the Reader
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
About the Author