Fallin' For a Boss

  Fallin’ for a Boss

  By: Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 by Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

  All rights reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

  No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writer permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Dedication

  Celina John, the woman that gave birth to me. Although you’re no longer with us I just want to thank you. Thank you for giving me life and raising me to the best of your abilities. I love you so much and I wish you were here to watch me grow into the wonderful woman that I am becoming. I love you lady!!! R.I.P

  To my babies Kamauri, Kaiden, and the little one growing in my womb. You guys are the reason I wake up each morning with ambition. Everything I do, I do for you three. Mommy loves y’all!

  Acknowledgments

  First I want to give all the praises to God. If it wasn’t for you providing me with such a creative gift I wouldn’t be able to write books. I look back on all the things I went through, all the times I cried and questioned my purpose and all along it was right here in the keys of my laptop. Thank you so much for everything that you do for me and I want to praise you in advance for all that you will do.

  To my kids, you guys are my backbone, my reason, my purpose; I love y’all!!

  Charles, I know I drove you crazy growing up, but thank you. Love you daddy.

  Brian Mesidor, this been a crazy eight years. LOL! Thank you for everything you did for me and most importantly for my kids. You are a wonderful father and I will always love you.

  Alette, Sylvie, Lines, C-way, Drew, and Alan we are Celina’s angels. Even though we’re not always around each other or talk every day I love y’all very much. Lynn, Lelaine, Chentale, and Leonise. I love y’all very much for adopting me into your family and treating me so well.

  Lurjie and Kerby my best friends, thank you for being there to listen to me. Cassie, Rose, Jojo, Syndy I love y’all! To all my friends and family that didn’t mention, I ain’t forget about you; I LOVE Y’ALL too!!!

  Last but not least I would love to thank Myss Shan. Thank you for believing in me and for giving me such a great opportunity. Oh and to my Shan Presents family, all of you ladies are such wonderful people and I love you all dearly. SP4L!!!!!

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  Chapter 1

  James

  The smell of bacon woke a nigga up to a growling stomach. I must have put it on wifey good last night for her to be up cooking a nigga breakfast. Getting out of bed, I noticed that this was not the Versace Silk Satin sheets Lala bought for two stacks last week Instead, I was laying on the forty dollar Target sheets that belonged to my side bitch.

  SHIT!! I couldn’t believe I allowed my ass to stay out at this THOT’s house for so long. I was sure that I set my alarm to wake me up in four hours after I got here. Speaking of my phone, where the fuck was it?

  “Good morning daddy!!” Ashley walked into the room with a tray of food snapping me out of my thoughts. I ain’t gon lie, the bitch did look good standing there in nothing but a thong and a fitted white tank top that showed off the belly ring that she got with my initials on it.

  “Yo, where the fuck is my phone?” I replied not paying her or that food no mind. My main focus was coming up with a lie that I had to feed Lala and prayed that she fed into the bullshit I was about to give her ass.

  “I turned it off and put it on the dresser,” she answered putting the food down on the nightstand next to me.

  “Bitch, who the fuck authorized yo’ silly ass to touch my shit?” I yelled, jumping out of the bed and grabbing the bitch by her throat. I swear I wanted to strangle this bitch to death for being so damn dumb.

  I threw the hoe on the ground and quickly grabbed my phone and powered it on. As soon as the phone turned on, notifications were coming in back to back. Damn! I was gonna be in some deep shit with wifey as soon as I got home. I mugged the hoe as her pathetic ass lay on the ground crying. I should stomp a mud hole in her ass for not knowing her place.

  I quickly threw on my clothes, snatched my fitted cap, keys, and ran out that bitch’s house without even closing the door. The ride back home was a forty-five minute drive.

  “Fuck!” I yelled as a text message from wifey came in: you can keep yo black ass where you slept last night.

  Chuckling, I picked up the phone to text her crazy ass back: Bae just chill I’m omw home right now; I replied hitting the send button.

  Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to our house and parked my car behind Lala’s apple red Lexus that I bought her last month for getting caught fucking with this stripper hoe. I pulled the blunt that I had pre rolled from my ashtray and lit that bitch. I had to get mad high before I went inside the house to deal with my ol’ lady’s wrath.

  “I said that I’ma die for my motherfucking niggas, most likely I’ma die with my finger on the trigger,” my phone rang interrupting my session. It was my right hand, Rico, calling most likely to update me on business.

  “What’s good boy?” I answered, inhaling deeply on this new shit called Amazon Kush. I needed this shit to work fast and get my mind on ease quick.

  “Yo’ nigga, where the fuck you been? We had rounds to make last night!” Rico replied.

  “Man, you won’t believe this shit,” I let out before coughing violently on the Kush. Damn this some good shit; I thought before reverting my attention back to my conversation. “Man, I went to that hoe Ashley’s house to put a hurting on that pussy and to take a quick four hour nap. Well, I ended up staying over the whole night because the bird brain ass hoe decided to turn my phone off.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, I took another long toke of the blunt to ease the anger I felt rising in me. I could hear Rico’s ass laughing in the background like I was some nigga on Comedy Central telling jokes and shit

  “Ayo’ check it, let me go in the house and check on wifey real quick then I’mma be on yo’ side in a lil bit,” I answered, hanging up the phone not even waiting for that nigga’s response.

  After ten minutes of taking flight, I quickly jumped out my truck, hit the alarm, and headed for the door. I took a deep breath, put the key in the door, and turned the knob.

  “Man Lisa, that bitch ass nigga did not bring his ass home last night. I’m sick of his shit girl for real, for real.” I listened to Lala as she sat at the island with her back turned to me venting to her best friend, Lisa. I contemplated if I wanted to speak to her or just walk upstairs and take a shower.

  I quickly dismissed that though and spoke up. “What’s up bae?” I greeted her calmly hoping like hell she was going to cooperate with a nigga. That thought quickly came to an end when she jumped up off the stool and got in my face.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, James? How dare yo’ ass leave this damn house at 7:00 am Thursday morning and not bring your ass into this house until fucking 10:00 am the next day? Where the fuck was yo’ ass at for 27 fucking hours?” she yelled, pouting her full lips. Damn that shit along made a nigga’s dick jump.

  “I was making runs baby, you know I gotta get this money so we can eat.” I hit her ass with the I was working late line and hoped like hell she wasn’t on that arguing shit early this morning.

  Lala
looked at me, cocked her head to the side, and laughed. She always did that when shit was about to get out of hand. WHAM! Lala bitch smacked my ass like I was some hoe and she was my pimp. Lala’s blow had a nigga seeing shooting stars. This bitch done lost her fucking mind putting her hands on me: I thought looking at her and clenching tight on my jaw. I grabbed her wrist and bent it behind her back as I pushed her into the wall.

  “Lala, I know you’re mad, but put your hands on me again like yo’ ass crazy and I’mma fuck yo ass up!” I let her ass know, before I pushed her and went upstairs to take a shower. A nigga ain’t really have time for that shit right now.

  I went into our bedroom and started taking my clothes off. I admired the way Lala designed the room. She always was good with decorating and shit. I saw her medical books on the bed and her scrubs next to them. Thank God she was about to take her ass to school because I did not want to be bothered with her shit today.

  Lala knew I loved her ass with all my heart and that no bitch was replacing her. It was just that I was not ready to leave this fast money and bad bitches alone. Growing up, I ain’t have shit and couldn’t pay a bitch to look my way, but now a nigga was on his throne feeling like a king and I wasn’t trying to come down anytime soon. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I entered the bathroom to shower, shit, and shave.

  Chapter 2

  Lala

  I couldn’t believe this nigga came in the house a full fucking day later and wanted to put his hands on me. Oh no! I was done with his ass. I’d been with James for eight years now and by the look of things he was not changing. I got up and made my way upstairs.

  Passing the hall mirror, I admired myself. I was a real dime piece. Standing at 5’6, my skin was a smooth, caramel color, no blemishes. Bitches paid rent money just to have my long, jet-black, straight hair, and to top it all off, I had a figure to die for.

  With my flat stomach, a fat ass, many said I favored Delicious from Flavor of Love some said I looked way better, but all I know was that I was a certified bad bitch and I didn’t have to take no nigga’s shit. I walked into the bedroom and heard the shower running. Why the fuck is he coming in the house rushing to take a shower?

  My women’s intuition told me to go through his pockets. I wish I would have ignored it though. I pulled out three Magnums and one of them was an empty wrapper signifying that it was used. The tears instantly poured from my eyes. What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit?

  I was nothing but a rider from the day we met. I was 15 and he was 17. I was there when he was broker than the Broke Back Mountains, and uglier than the Ugly Duckling. I could have had any fine hustler, but all of that did not mean shit to me. The person James was who I feel in love with. I was the reason he blew up this big.

  I financed his dream of being a major hustler with my afternoon job from Burger King. I was the one who saved my paychecks to help him re-up. I also put my freedom at jeopardy by going to the local mall and stealing him some gear so that he could have the confidence of a baller. How could he do this to me? Did he not know that he could be replaced? Truth was, he knew I wouldn’t do it. I was so dangerously in love with James that I couldn’t phantom the thought of being without him.

  The sound of the bathroom brought me back to this devastating reality. All of that “Baby I’mma change” bullshit he had been giving me instantly angered me.

  “What the fuck are these James?” I yelled, throwing the condoms at him as soon as he walked into the room. He just stood there looking down at the condoms like a damn lost puppy. I wanted to slap his ass, but the fear of him slapping my ass back quickly erased that thought out of my mind. I couldn’t do it anymore. I walked over to the closet and started pulling my belongings out, tossing them on the bed.

  “What the fuck you doing Lala?” he asked getting in my face.

  “I’m leaving your trifling ass James, I’m done with you!” I said grabbing my Louis Vuitton luggage out of the closet. I rolled my eyes and was talking shit under my breath while I packed all of my belongings. I felt the tears threaten to spill, but I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep them from falling. I was not going to give this nigga the benefit of seeing me cry over his trifling ass.

  “You got life like fucked up,” James yelled grabbing me by my neck and pushing me up against the wall. He tightened his grip on my neck a little, just enough to get my attention. “Baby why you always trying to leave me? I’m sorry ma’, I know I missed up and I’mma make it right,” he whispered in my ear, licking on my neck, while his free hand found its way in my shorts. I gasped when I felt him enter two fingers in me. I instantly let the river flow down his fingers. Damn my body for being so weak to his touch.

  “Damn, you so wet, you gon’ let daddy hit it?” he groaned in my ear pinching my clit and making it jump.

  “Ahhhhh,” I moaned as he continued to strum my pain with his fingers, delivering so much pleasure at the same time. I felt like a fool as I let him get to me in the worst way.

  He gently lifted me up sitting me on top of the dresser. He pulled my shorts down, keeled before me and had breakfast. The sound of him slurping on my goodies like I was a Popsicle on a scorching hot summer day was turning me on.

  “Oh, shit daddy right there!” Right before I could get there, he stopped and looked up at me. His lips looked as if he applied three coats of my Mac lip-gloss as my juices glistened all over his face. “Why did you stop?” I whined trying to push his head back.

  “You still leaving?” he asked with a sinister look on his face. He knew he had me, yes he knew I was his. Hell at that point in time I would of sold my heart, lung, and right kidney, just so he could shut up and finish feasting on my kitty.

  “No,” I answered.

  “No what?” he asked sticking his fingers back in to my wet box.

  “No, I’m not leaving,” I whimpered hoping he would quit playing and bless me with them lips.

  “I don’t believe you; say it like you mean it,” he teased me sucking on my inner thigh.

  “James, baby I love you and I’m not going nowhere, I promise.” That must have been the key to the door because he dove in headfirst and ate it up. “Yesss gawwwd!” I yelled in pure bliss as he stuck his thick tongue in my furnace, trying to put out the fire that was burning in me. As soon as he felt my love cum down, he sucked every drop as if he have been stranded in the desert and my juices were the answer to his dehydration.

  As soon as he was sure that he got every drop of me, he turned me around and entered me with one deep thrust. My pussy walls gripped all nine inches of his thick dick. The impact of the thrust caused me to bump my head on dresser’s mirror, but the pain suddenly turned into pleasure when he lifted one of my legs on the dresser and stroked me long and hard. The only sounds that could be heard were the splashes of my wetness, grunts, and moans.

  “Damn bae you so wet” he groaned in my ears as he sped up his strokes.

  “Oh shit, daddy I’m about to nut!” I yelled out pinching my nipples.

  The deeper he plunged the more he pushed me over the edge. I felt like the more he pounded his dick in the hole of my womanhood I was going to float up into the Heavens.

  “Nut on daddy’s dick, make that shit squirt,” he responded pounding away and nailed me as if I was a picture he was trying to hang up on the wall.

  Five strokes later, I tightened my pussy muscles and showered him with my sweetness. He stroked me harder and harder signaling that he was close to his peak. I tightened my muscles again this time with enough force to choke his dick. Three strokes later, I felt him release his seeds in me. Thank God for birth control; I thought as he stared at me in the mirror.

  “I think I put a Jr. in you,” he smiled with confidence. I wanted to laugh in his face, but instead I smiled. He was on a first class trip to the crazy house if he thought I was going to have a baby right now. I just started working on my LPN and was currently in school for my RN. Plus I wouldn’t dare bring a baby in
to this world without a ring on my finger or with a nigga that had no ounce of act right in him. Yeah right. He could wait on it.

  “Where are you going?” I asked him as he put on a pair of True Religion Jeans.

  “I’m going to go meet Rico at the trap and do a few rounds,” he replied putting on a pair of white, black, and wolf gray Air Jordan retro nines. He stood up, straightened his shirt, and grabbed his gray and black fitted cap.

  “Don’t you think you handled enough business last night?’ I sassed putting emphasis on the business.

  “Lala man, chill out I’m not trying to hear that right now. I’ll be back in a few,” he told me as he grabbed me around my waist and sucked on my bottom lip. Damn that felt good. The intoxicating scent of his Guilty Gucci cologne was enough to turn on the water faucet between my legs and have it running.

  “What time do you have to be at work?” he asked snapping my out of my daze.

  “I’m working the 5pm-5am shift today because I have some studying to get done.”

  “Lala, I told you, you should quit that square ass job and just go to school ma’. I gotchu for real,” James said looking at himself in the mirror.

  “James, no I am not about to become 100% dependent on you, plus this is a great way to kick start my career as a Head Trauma Nurse,” I said. If there was one thing I learned was never to put all of your eggs in one basket. I made sure that I was always able to hold my own.

  “Yeah ok, hit me up on your lunch break and I’ll come by and take you out,” he said kissing me on the forehead. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror and was out the door. Business my ass; I thought, watching him get into his car.

  I looked over at the clock that was hanging on the wall; damn it was already 1:15pm. I quickly jumped in the shower, handled my business, and jumped out. I decided to moisturize my skin with the Lavender Olay James loved some much. After drying my body and placing lotion all over, I put on a pair of boy shorts by Pink with the matching bra and got down to the little bit of studying I was trying to get done before my shift.

  Being a nurse was my passion and I was done putting my dreams on hold for others. After graduation, instead of going to college like I planned, I took a job down at the strip club KOD just to support my man and to help him make it big. I also wanted to stash a little money in my ‘being a hustler’s wifey’ rainy day fund. Now that he was bringing in the dough, it was time for me to pursue my career.