URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga

by Shantel Johnson

  “So what do you propose we do?” I questioned annoyed.

  “We wait. Besides, you look stressed and I know just what you need,” Romello said.

  Romello, Kendale, and I went to the hottest spot on this side of town. A place called Chrome, it was a club, bar, pool hall, and restaurant all in one and even with all it had going on, it still had the best food. This is where we went to chill and pick up women, and it was packed full with beautiful ladies tonight. There was one who caught my eye right away. We made eye contact as soon as she stepped in the door. She was about medium height, dark-skinned, thick as hell, with long straight black hair that fell just past her shoulders. She wore a tight red skirt with one of those shirts that showed her belly and some six inch all black red bottom heels. Baby girl was sexy as hell and she knew it.

  She came in with a group of girls and they made their way to the dance floor. I watched as her hips swayed to the music. She was with her friends but she kept looking my direction like she couldn’t keep her eyes off me. I got tired of watching and went to ask for a dance. She agreed and I grabbed her hips pressing her body against mine.

  “What’s your name baby girl?” I asked.

  “Candace, you’re Terrell right?” She said. I nodded. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You look better than the other girls described you.”

  I smiled. “What you doing later?”

  “Whatever you’re doing,” She said. “What you got in mind?”

  “Come home with me and you’ll see.”

  She agreed and we danced for a couple more songs. After a while I was tired of dancing and ready to leave. She told her friends that she would catch them later and followed me out of the club. I was getting booty tonight!

  V.

  I took Candace to my apartment and could hardly get through the door before she grabbed me by the shirt. She kissed me softly on the lips and reached behind me to close the door. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in closely pressing her body firmly against mine as we continued to tongue each other down. Once she started kissing and sucking on my neck, that was it. This girl was about to get it.

  I grabbed her by her ass and picked her up as she continued to cover my neck and face with her kisses. I took her to my room, threw her on the bed and bent down in front of her putting her legs on my shoulders. I kissed her inner thigh and lifted her skirt up. Then I went to work using my tongue to pleasure her in ways she could never imagine. I watched her as she struggled to contain herself. The arch in her back and constant eye rolling told me I was doing everything right. Then, I hit that spot. The spot that I knew would make her lose control. She started to push on my head to get me to stop but I wasn’t stopping and her moans made me want to keep going even more.

  She came not twice but three times before I came up. I was planning on continuing the foreplay but I guess she couldn’t take any more because she grabbed my face and pulled my face up to hers. She rolled over on top of me and started tracing my body with her tongue. Starting first with my chest and then continuing down my stomach and to my navel. She grabbed a hold of my dick and by the look on her face I knew it was payback time. She went to sucking on my tip and then deep throated it. She made sure she had every inch of my dick in her mouth and made sure it was soaking wet. I put my hand on her head and guided her the way I wanted her to go. When she deep throated it again, I held her head down making it last a little longer. She gagged and when I let her go she moaned out of pleasure. She went for it again and I held her head down a little longer this time. She moaned even louder the second time. This girl was a freak.

  I got up and moved to the edge of the bed. She followed me obviously wanting more of my dick in her mouth. So I gave it to her. I moved it in and out of her mouth, rubbing my hands through her head. I threw my head back enjoying how good it felt. Then, I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed all of my kids. I flipped her over to her back and started sucking on her neck as I worked the condom on. Then, I stuck it in her and she gasped. I started thrusting in and out of her. I pressed my body against hers and sucked on her neck as I penetrated her body. She grabbed me tightly begging for more, so I gave it to her harder and deeper until she was no longer moaning but screaming. She dug her fingers in my back as I fed her every inch of my dick.

  I made her come again and again occasionally switching the position to better pleasure her. I turned her around and started hitting it from the back, she must have liked that position because she was throwing it back as I was thrusting, obviously not scared to take the dick. I pressed harder trying to make her tap out. She started running and I pulled her back. I placed my hands in the arch of her back and hit her harder with long deep strokes. She screamed louder which made me go faster. Her ass was slapping against me. She came again and I went harder and faster, then she came again. She was soaking wet. My dick covered with her come. I went faster. She was dripping, leaving a puddle in my bed. The sight of it turned me on more.

  “I’m about to come.” I told her. She moaned and I repeated it. “I’m about to come.”

  She moaned louder and I thrusted harder and faster. Then I pulled out, took the condom off, and exploded on her back.

  I have to admit. It was the best sex I had in a while. I made her get every drop off, and then went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, proud of the work I put in. Romello was right, I did need it. I threw her a towel and one of my t-shirts from my dresser drawer. I felt like a whole new man. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink before I went to bed. As I was pouring myself some peach Ciroc, she came into the kitchen in the t-shirt I gave her. She no longer had on the outfit she wore to the cub and her makeup was off of her face, but she was still as beautiful as she was when I first saw her.

  “You’re so beautiful. Even without makeup,” I told her.

  “Me? Look at you, handsome,” she said and she walked up to me and placed her hand on my face. “Just look at your dimples, and your eyes, your eyes are so beautiful”

  I smiled. “When we were at the club, I couldn’t stop staring at you.”

  “Just like you can’t now, huh?”

  “Oh, you got jokes?” I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into me. I kissed her on her forehead as she wrapped her hands around my neck. I took a drink and then sat the cup down so I could put my arms around her waist. “You staying with me tonight.”

  “Are you asking me to stay?” She asked.

  “Did it sound like a question? You don’t have a choice. I’m not letting you leave,” I told her. I wasn’t finished with her yet and besides it would be nice to have some company tonight.

  “Oh, it’s like that?”

  “Straight like that.”

  She smiled and gave me a kiss. She then grabbed my dick and kissed me on my neck. It was time for round two and now that I got some liquor in me I was ready to go. She let go of me and started walking back to the bedroom signaling me to follow. I didn’t even hesitate. In fact, I was already following her before she said anything. After that night, there was no denying the attraction I felt for Candace. This was one girl that I couldn’t let go of. She was just too beautiful, and her sex was too good. She became my distraction from the world. My peace of mind. I began to start trusting her and after two weeks of spending almost all of our time together, she had me eating out of the palm of her hand. I was addicted to her, but I wasn’t the only one addicted. She never wanted to leave my side and I didn’t mind because I never wanted to let her go.

  VI.

  I gave up on trying to find Gunnah. Ever since Candace walked into my life my mind has just been at peace. I think I finally found a girl that’s worth my time. I got me a rider, and she would ride until the wheels fell off. Or, so I hoped.

  It’s been a month and two weeks since Montrell was killed and my relationship with Candace was going steady. Once she found out my brother had passed she did everything in her power to calm my nerves. She basically lives with me. She sleeps by my side at night and wakes
me when I have nightmares. Whenever I can’t sleep, she’s up too listening to me get so many things off my chest. She holds me while she listens and comforts me. A couple of times I found myself crying on her chest. Every morning, she wakes up early and fixes me food to eat. When I come home, dinner is ready and sometimes she even runs me a bath and washes my body.

  This girl really knows how to cater to her man and it doesn’t stop there. She provides for me as much as I provide for her. She keeps food in the house, clothes on my back, and shoes on my feet, just like I do for her. She never comes at me with no drama, but then again I never give her anything to worry about. I’m as loyal to her as a brand new puppy is to his owner. I don’t have to worry about her either because I know she holds it down for me. I think I’m really starting to fall for this girl.

  It was Thursday afternoon, Romello and Kendale had come over this morning to talk business and now we were all chillin’ watching highlights of the playoffs on my big screen, getting ready to light another blunt. Kendale had become part of our crew now, he was cool in my book and I quickly came to realize why Montrell wanted to hang out with him. The boy was smart. He was barely in school but he made straight A’s, but like me the streets got a hold of him. He started in the streets younger than me, standing on the corner at six years old. Not selling, but learning the game so he could sell. He started selling at eight and it’s been that way ever since. Now he’s twenty years old, basically born and raised by the streets.

  “Look bruh, Lebron traveled his ass off,” he said pointing at the screen. “He took three steps before he put the ball down and they didn’t even call it.”

  “Of course, they let that man go,” I said. “What do you expect?”

  Romello handed me the blunt to light it. I haven’t been smoking nearly as much since I met Candace. I’m almost always with her and she doesn’t smoke so out of a courtesy to her, I try not to smoke around her. This was the first blunt I’ve had in a while. Romello had been complaining about how much time I was spending with Candace so I invited him and Kendale over to chill.

  “So what’s the word on Gunnah?” Romello asked.

  “Word is he’s somewhere in Georgia with some family members. Can’t nobody get a hold of him though. Either his phone is off or he don’t wanna be tracked. That’s why this is taking so long,” Kandale stated.

  “Honestly, I don’t even care no more,” I told them. “It don’t even seem worth it no more.”

  They both looked at me surprised and I hit the blunt.

  “Nigga, Candace has gotten to your head man,” Romello said.

  “Candace ain’t getting to my head man. It don’t even have nothing to do with her,” I replied, but maybe they were right. Maybe Candace was getting to my head. I wasn’t about to let them know that though. “All I’m saying is I’m not worried about how long it’s gonna take. I got patience. Justice gonna come for Trell soon enough.”

  ***

  Everything was going according to plan. Ever since Terrell met me, I have done everything in my power to keep him happy and at peace. I worked my ass off to cater to the man. Everything from breakfast in the morning to massages at night. I did whatever it took to keep his mind off of my brother. So far it’s worked. I haven’t seen him angry as much anymore and he no longer stays up waiting by the phone. He’s sleeping a lot easier and doesn’t have as many nightmares. Plus, he’s beginning to trust me which I could use as my advantage. There was only one problem. My emotions were starting to get in the way. The more I stay around Terrell and let him spoil me and take care of me, the more I like him. We spend almost all of our time together and he’s revealed some of his darkest secrets to me. Plus, he knows how to please a woman not only in the bedroom but anytime of the day. Sometimes I’ll come home and he’s cooked and ran me a bath, or I’ll walk in the room to a brand new outfit to wear for a date night. Heels and all. He always shows me and tells me how much he appreciates everything I do for him. He’s a sweetheart and I don’t know how much longer I can take before I fall for him completely.

  I dialed my brother’s phone number and listened to it ring. “Hello?” he asked.

  “Gunnah, I don’t know if I can continue doing this,” I told him. “Terrell’s a sweetheart and doesn’t deserve to be deceived like this. All he’s ever wanted to do was love his family and protect those he loves and cherishes, you took that away from him by killing his brother and now he’s on a rampage. As of right now you’re safe, he’s not worried about you, but if he ever found out I’m your sister I lose a great guy.”

  “Just stick to the plan. Try not to let your feelings get too involved. You’ll be fine,” he said. Easy for him to say.

  “Look, I’m starting to gain Terrell’s trust, and Terrell trusts no one. If this falls through and he finds out I’ve been playing him this whole time, my life is in danger as well,” I explained. “You understand that right?”

  “I completely understand but you knew what you were getting into when you decided to become a distraction, don’t back out now that I’m out of town. If he finds out my location, it’s over for me and you know it,” he told me. “I love you sis, and I appreciate you doing this for me. I know it’s a tough job, but remember, Terrell is a killer and he’s out to hurt your little brother. He’s not your future husband.”

  I hung up the phone on him. How could he say a thing like that about Terrell? Terrell a killer? My brother was the one who murdered someone, all Terrell ever wanted to do was protect his brother. My brother couldn’t be more wrong. He chose to run away from his problems instead of face them and I’m sitting here helping him. I’m an idiot. Terrell doesn’t deserve this. I have to tell him. Maybe we can work this out. I attempted to dial Terrell’s number and froze. What am I kidding. If Terrell found out I was Gunnah’s sister he would kill us both. There’s nothing I can do but continue the plan and hope everything turns out the way it’s supposed to.

  VII.

  It’s been a month and two weeks since my brother’s death, and word finally got to Gunnah. It was time for him to get what he deserves. All we had to do now was wait for him to come find Kendale. Once Kendale led him to my apartment it was gonna be over for him. The perfect set up. I couldn’t wait to stare into the face of my brother’s killer. Once I got the news, I was back in business. I never realized how distracted I was from the task at hand until the phone call came. Now that I know, there’s nothing anybody can do now that will change my mind. Gunnah was going to die, and that was that.

  I looked under my bed for my gun safe and ran across my old memory chest. This held every memory I had of my father and Montrell. I opened it up, inside held pictures, my father’s obituary. My baseball glove, bat, ball, and cleats. Montrell’s first basketball uniform, shoes to go with it, and on top of the uniform sat a picture that I took after he won his first championship.

  He was five. You could see the excitement written all over his face. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Montrell scored ten points, had three assists and two steals. He was crowned MVP that year. I was so proud of my dude.

  I picked up the pictures and started looking through them and began to get emotional. Each picture reminded me of how my life used to be before all of this happened. I stopped at a picture of my family. The picture was taken before my father died and everything went south. My mom looked so happy. In fact, our whole family did. It was a perfect family picture. the picture was taken two years after Montrell was born and he was standing in front of me with my arms on his shoulders around his neck. My dad had his arm around mama kissing her on the cheek and mama looked so beautiful. She looked stress and worry free. A beautiful smile was spread across her face. My dad was her soulmate, when he left so did a piece of her.

  The next picture I saw was a picture of me, Montrell, and pops. This picture was taken in the hospital after Montrell was born. I was six years old, holding my little brother in my arms.

  “Daddy he’s so cute!” I said. “He looks just l
ike me as a baby, but I’m big now.”

  “I know son,” he said. “And because you’re the oldest you have to look after your little brother and protect him. Be a good role model to him.”

  “I will daddy,” I told him. “I won’t let anybody hurt my little brother. I love him.”

  Montrell had not opened his eyes yet so I just stared at his pale face. I used my hand and rubbed his forehead. Then, I kissed the top of it.

  “I love you little brother, and no one will ever hurt you. Not anyone. I promise,” I kissed his forehead again and watched as his eyes began to shift. “Daddy look, I think he’s going to open his eyes.”

  My father came over to Montrell and put his arm around me. Montrell blinked a couple times and looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Mommy look, he has eyes like yours!”

  I put up the chest and went to the kitchen to fix me a drink. My face was wet from crying. I grabbed one bottle of Ciroc, downed it and then took another to the room. I laid down on my bed holding the bottle of Ciroc in my hand. My memories were flooding my head and I was planning on drinking away the pain. There was no denying that this man was going to pay for what he did. He ruined my life.

  I woke up to a kiss on the forehead from Candace. I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the bed next to me rubbing my face. She smiled at me but by the look on her face she knew something was wrong. I’m sure my eyes were bloodshot and my pillow was soaked with tears. I probably reeked of alcohol because as I looked on the nightstand the second bottle of Ciroc was gone. I looked around to see what time it was. My clock said midnight. That means I was out for a good twelve hours. I looked up at the beautiful woman sitting above me and began to feel a little better. To be completely honest, I was beginning to love this girl. She was always here when I needed her the most.