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  Fallin’ For A Boss 4

  Copyright 2014 by Lucinda John

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  Chapter 1

  Lala

  “This nigga has me all the way fucked up,” I said storming around the house like a mad woman.

  I was supposed to be married and twerking at my reception instead of walking around packing.

  “Lala, calm down, you’re pregnant,” Lisa said, bouncing Amire on her lap.

  “Fuck that shit. This motherfucker tried me. I’m about to show this nigga. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my fucking life, Lisa,” I replied as I threw clothes in the kids’ suitcases. “Take them home with you. I need to handle this nigga.”

  “OMG Lala, what are you about to do?” Lisa asked with a worried look on her face.

  “I’m about to kill his ass!”

  “Lala, chill out for real!!”

  “Lisa, I’m not trying to hear shit you tryna say. Can you please take your godchildren home with you, please?”

  “I’m not about to play with your crazy ass.”

  “Then don’t!” I said rolling the suitcase to the door.

  I walked over to Amiracle who was on the floor playing with her dolls, and picked her up. Sitting on the couch, I sat the twins on each leg and gave them both a kiss. I held them close to my heart and allowed the tears to fall. How could their father fuck up something so perfect? I thought looking into their innocent faces.

  “Take them,” I said clearing my throat.

  “Are you going to be okay?”

  “Yes, I’ma be good; you should be asking Stacks that.”

  “Lala, please chill.”

  “If you don’t hear from me in an hour, look me up on the Miami Dade Police Department website to see if I’ve been booked.”

  “Oh Lord. Let me take my babies,” she said wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you boo; call me if you need help getting rid of evidence.”

  “I love you too, Lisa.”

  Lisa was the best friend anyone could have. No matter what the situation was good or bad, I knew that I could always count on her to have my back. I watched as she buckled the kids in the car. I blew them a kiss then went back inside.

  Standing in the kitchen, I rolled me a nice fat blunt. My nerves were real bad and I needed something to calm them down. Taking the joint between my lips, I deeply inhaled the smoke allowing it to fill my lungs. I couldn’t believe the shit that took place at my wedding. The day I was supposed to become Mrs. Jones, I ended up having to commit murder; well at least I hoped that bitch was dead.

  Finishing up my blunt, I placed the roach on the counter and stormed up the stairs. I was ready to exhale and do some fucking damage. I grabbed every suitcase in sight and began filling them with his clothes. From his ten thousand dollars tailor made suits down to his draws, I was packing them all. I was so sick of niggas thinking they could fuck with my heart and get away with it.

  Dragging the clothes out to our massive backyard, I lined the suitcases up next to each other. I then went in the garage to retrieve a can of gasoline. Dousing the clothes in the gasoline, I grabbed my second blunt and lit it up. After taking a few puffs, I set all of the suitcases on fire. I watched as hundred thousands of dollars’ worth of his name brand shit, burn. Burn baby burn!!! I smiled as I finished up my blunt.

  Once I was sure all his shit was black and burnt, I picked up the fire extinguisher and killed the flames. Walking back in the house, I went upstairs to wash the smell of smoke off my skin. As soon as the water kissed my skin, I couldn’t hold in the tears. I broke down and cried laying on the shower floor in a fetal position. The water ruined my perfectly laid pin up, drenching my curls. All the work I had put into my special day and this dumb bitch ruined it!

  Lifting myself off of the shower floor, I grabbed the plush decorative towel and wrapped it around my body. Taking the pins out of my hair, I removed the hair piece and allowed the rest of my hair to fall down my back. After blowing it out, I brushed it up into a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom.

  The security camera switched to the front gate where I watched a cab drop Stacks off. He then entered the gate key code before walking in. I got up and grabbed a robe and wrapped it around my body. Unlocking the safe, I grabbed my .460 S&W Magnum Revolver and made sure it was loaded. With tears in my eyes, I walked down the stairs and waited for him to come in.

  Taking a seat on the couch, I heard the code being punched in the front door. The buzzer on the door screamed, then clicked, letting me know that Stacks had gained entrance inside. With every step he took, my heart began to beat faster and faster. The closer he got, the more my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. I was really about to kill my soulmate.

  “Lala, I’m…”

  “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “Is she dead?” I asked.

  “No,” he answered with his head down.

  “So you were with the bitch?”

  “Lala, don’t do this.”

  “Do what Stacks? I have every right to be mad. You ruined my fucking day! I was supposed to become your wife. We were supposed to be joined as one!” I yelled waving the gun around.

  “Put that gun down man,” he said coming towards me.

  “Stay the fuck away from me, Stacks. I will shoot your bitch ass!”

  He kept coming towards me, so I pulled the trigger hitting his ass in the shoulder.

  “Ahhh fuck, you stupid bitch,” he yelled jumping at me, causing me to drop the gun.

  He grabbed me by the throat and then pushed me hard against the wall.

  “What the fuck is wrong with your ass?!” he yelled, applying pressure to my throat. “Damn you lucky you pregnant or I’d fuck your ass up!” he snapped letting me go.

  Holding on to his shoulder that was now gushing out blood, he bent down, picked up the gun and unloaded it. I was so mad my chest heaved up and down with every breath I took. All that kept replaying in my mind was all the hurt that James put me through and how Stacks was supposed to be my superman. He was supposed to rescue my heart and take good care of it, but instead he crushed it like it was a fucking empty soda can.

  “I hope your ass bleed out and fucking die!” I yelled trying to hurt him as much as I was hurting.

  “You lucky you carrying my seed right now,” he said, using his tie to apply pressure to his bullet wound.

  “Fuck you! I’m not keeping this fucking baby!!” I harshly spat.

  Stacks lunged at me, smacking me into last week. Holding on to my now burning cheek, I mugged his ass. If looks could kill that nigga would be laying in his casket right now.

  “Don’t ever say no shit like that. The fuck wrong with you!” he yelled, his voice laced with anger.

  “Fuck you bitch. I should have killed you and that bitch, along with that bastard ass baby she’s carrying.”

  “I know you mad right now so I’m not gonna take this shit to heart. I’mma count to ten before I fuck yo ass up!!”

  “You the one that fucked up my wedding and you wan
t to fuck me up?!”

  “Yes, ‘cause the shit that’s coming out of your mouth is reckless!!”

  Unable to hold it in anymore, I broke down crying. I didn’t care if I looked weak. I didn’t care if I looked like a fucking fool. At this point, all I could think about is the possibility of Stacks fathering someone else’s baby.

  “Baby, don’t cry,” he said laying me on the ground. “I’m sorry.”

  He laid on top of me and started kissing me. I allowed him to untie my robe as his fingers found his way down to my pussy. Rubbing his fingers along my slit, he slid two fingers inside of me causing a slight moan to escape my lips. Using that as an invitation to invade my body, he slipped one of my breasts in his mouth and started to suck on it.

  “I’m sorry for hurting you… let daddy fix it,” he said as he trailed kisses down to my pussy.

  He licked my waxed pussy then began planting kisses on my second set of lips. Using his fingers to spread my lips open, he latched on to my pearl, and sucked on it as if it was a popsicle. He flipped me over placing my pussy directly on his mouth. Using the tip of his tongue, he poked at my clit then started sucking on it.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned as he made me feel things I wasn’t supposed to be feeling.

  This nigga was damn near bleeding to death, but here he was eating my pussy like he had something to prove. That was the problem; whenever these niggas fucked up, they thought they could just eat and fuck their way out of it. James did it all the time and here was Stacks following the same pattern.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he said with lust dripping from his voice.

  Obeying, I followed his command. God, why did I have to be so weak for this man? My body jumped when I felt his tongue lick me from my ass to my clit, then from my clit back to my ass. Spreading my cheeks, I felt the warmth of his tongue enter my ass. He ate my ass out with so much passion, that I started cumming all over the place.

  Embarrassed, I tried to scoot away from him but he firmly grabbed me by my waist and roughly thrust his dick inside of me.

  “Sssssssssss,” I moaned feeling him deep in my gut.

  He reached over and pinched my clit, then started to rub it in a circular motion.

  “I’m sorry, Lala,” he said in between thrusts.

  “Sorry is not enough,” I moaned.

  “You shot me, we’re even.”

  “Noooooooooo…. OH SHIT Stacks, right there,” I panted.

  “Right where? Here?” he asked knocking at my G Spot.

  “There, oooooooooooooo FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!!” I yelled out as I had the biggest orgasm my body has ever experienced.

  Turning me over, he placed my legs on his shoulder. I purposely kicked him in the shoulder causing him to groan in pain. He then spread my legs back as far as they would go before he re-entered me.

  “You want to play?” he said roughly, pounding in and out of me as he applied pressure to my clit.

  “Why you kicked me in the shoulder?” he asked thrusting harder.

  I couldn’t respond; I was in a daze. My nut was so close that I could taste it. I feared saying anything that would make him stop feeding me this good dick my pussy was eating up. It felt as if I were trapped in a desert for years and Stacks dick was the water that I desperately needed to quench my thirst.

  “Fuck, damn, oh shit, you so wet,” he hissed. “You have to forgive me, bae. Say you’ll forgive me?” he babbled as his strokes slowed down.

  Looking in his eyes, I so badly wanted to forgive him but I couldn’t. It was time I learned how to love me first. I spent so many years trapped by loving a nigga that I forgot how to love Lala. I couldn’t continue putting myself through this. If I forgave him now then it would open up the door for more lies and deceit.

  My legs began to shake as my pussy did jumping jacks. I let out a soft moan and enjoyed the waves of my orgasm. This would be the last time I surrendered to lust. Tears fell from my eyes as he filled me up with his seeds. This was our goodbye sex and it broke my heart that it had to end this way.

  “Can you let me up?” I hoarsely asked.

  “You straight?” he asked getting up, then lifting me off the ground.

  “Yes,” I replied trying to mask the pain. “Can you let yourself out?”

  “But Lala, I…”

  “I’m done Stacks.”

  “Let me at least shower and change first,” he debated.

  “Your things are in the backyard. Take what’s left of them and go.”

  “What you mean what’s left of them?” he asked getting up to look out the window. “Lala, what the fuck did you do?”

  “I burned your shit! Now get the fuck out now before I kill you,” I said pointing the gun that I grabbed from the table drawer and pointing at him.

  He lifted his hands up surrendering. The glossy look in his eyes broke my heart in a million pieces, but I had to stand my ground. Looking at me one more time, he quickly turned his face and walked out of the room. I heard him call Ralph and explain everything that happened. He then asked Ralph to pick him up so that he could seek medical attention for his aching shoulder. They said their goodbyes as I heard the front door open and then slam close.

  Walking up the stairs to my room, I watched him on the monitor as he walked towards the backyard to examine the damage I had done to his things. I watched him with tears in my eyes, until Ralph came and they left.

  My phone began to ring. Ignoring Lisa’s phone call, I decided to text her to let her know that I was okay. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV to the R&B channel then cried myself to sleep, listening to Mary J Blige stressing how she wasn’t going to cry anymore.

  Chapter 2

  Stacks

  “Man, she got your ass good,” Ralph said as he examined my wound.

  “I know. Damn, she almost rocked my ass,” I laughed, thinking of how gangster my bitch was.

  “So what you gonna do?” Ralph asked as he passed me the Kush filled blunt. I took a long pull of the blunt, held it in, blew it out then took another pull before responding.

  “Man, I don’t know. I fucked up,” I somberly said before taking another pull of the blunt. I needed the drug to numb the burning sensation that was in my shoulder.

  “Where the fuck is this doctor?” I snapped wondering where the fuck Dr. Chang was.

  “His pork fried rice ass probably somewhere giving a bitch a pedicure,” Ralph laughed.

  Just as I was about to pull out my phone and call his ass, the warehouse door beeped letting me know that someone swiped their badge. Looking at the door, I watched as Dr. Chang walking inside with his medical bag.

  “I sorry I take so long,” he said with his heavy accent.

  “Ahhhh shit!” I roared as he began to slice into my shoulder in the attempt to take the bullet out.

  “Lay back on bed,” he said as he began my IV.

  Lying back on the hospital bed, I looked around the room as he felt for my vein and poked me. I had the back room of my warehouse set up like a mini hospital for reasons like this. I was not going to go to the hospital so that I could have some bitch ass doctor all in my business. Every time a black man came into the ER with a bullet wound, their asses always wanted to contact the law. I ain’t have time to deal with no pigs so to avoid all that shit, I created my own hospital: BNGH, Boss Nigga General Hospital.

  “All done,” he said putting the last piece of surgical tape on the bandage he wrapped around my shoulder.” Make sure you get some rest, and take pain pills for pain.

  “Good looking out, and next time I call your ass you be here. Your ass supposed to be sitting in here until the next shift anyways! You tryna lose your job?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

  What I was paying him was way more than what he was getting at the hospital. Lately, motherfuckers that worked for me have been slipping and I wasn’t having it. If you wanted to stay employed with me you had to be on your job at all times.

/>   “Okay, it won’t happen again,” he said as he began to remove the IV from my arm.

  “Stay your ass here until Dr. Harper comes in or you ain’t gonna be getting that direct deposit,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.

  The pain medicine mixed with the weed that I just smoked, had a nigga skating on cloud nine. I couldn’t believe Lala’s ass was bold enough to shoot a nigga. I could have fucked her ass up for that shit but I didn’t for two reasons: one, I deserved that shit and two, she was carrying my seed.

  “You need to change out of that bloody ass suit,” Ralph said as we walked back to his car.

  “I ain’t got shit!” I said.

  “Damn, she did burn all yo’ shit,” he said laughing.

  “That’s funny nigga?”

  “Hell yeah!” he continued to laugh. “You riding to the mall?”

  “I ain’t got no choice,” I replied as I got in the car.

  We made our way to Aventura Mall and I ripped through the stores purchasing enough stuff to get me through, until I could get up with my stylist. Walking inside of Jared’s, an iced out charm bracelet caught my attention, so I decided to purchase it for Lala. I purchased charms of a car, a coffee cup in remembrance of how we met, and charms of babies for our kids. I also had them add an iced out heart and key to signify that she was the only woman that held the key to my heart.

  “Nigga kissing heavy ass tryna get out of the dog house,” Ralph laughed as I handed the sales clerk my black card.

  “Hell yeah, I’ll walk on water if she asked me to. I ain’t tryna have her leave me.”

  “Damn. So what you gonna do chick?” He asked again, looking at some diamond earrings.

  “If jit is mine I’m gonna be there. I ain’t no busta. I’mma always do right by my seeds,” I said.

  If that kid was in fact mine, I was going to be there. There was no way in hell I was going to live my life knowing that I had a kid somewhere out there, living life without me in it. I love Lala with all my heart, but she was just going to have to accept if I fathered a child that wasn’t with her.

  “Do you think jit is yours?”

  “Possibly. I ain’t gon lie, I did slip, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one hitting that so we’ll see.”