When Bae's a Boss 2 Page 4

  “See if Emma can have lunch with you. I’ll take care of you tonight.” He kissed me on the lips.

  “Yeah, ok.” I rolled my eyes.

  “What did you feed my baby?” he asked, rubbing my belly.

  I pointed at the open container of fruits and the now empty bottle of water that was on his desk.

  “That’s all?” he asked.

  “No, I ate breakfast earlier; that was just a pre-lunch snack,” I replied, praying he didn’t ask me what I had for breakfast.

  “Let me find out you out here eating Burger King and shit,” he snapped, causing me to laugh.

  “Ain’t shit funny,” he snapped.

  “Chill out, Mayhem.”

  “No, you chill the fuck out. Your hard headed ass needs to learn how to listen.”

  “Grilled chicken, mash potatoes, green beans, Caesar salad and rolls is what I’ll have for lunch,” I replied.

  “Don’t fuck with me.”

  “I won’t, Daddy,” I purred, kissing him on the lips.

  “Iight, I’ll be home later on tonight.”

  “Ok, bae.”

  “Here,” he said, handing me some money.

  “Thank you, baby.” I grabbed the money and slipped it into my bag.

  WHAP!

  Mayhem smacked me on the ass as I walked past him and into my car. I sent Emma a text telling her to meet me by the soul food joint that was down the street from her job for lunch. Lately, I’ve been only eating at small black-owned businesses. Places I would overlook were the ones that served food better than the fancy five-star restaurants. With everything that has been going on in our black community, I felt it was important to uplift and support each other, which is why I closed my accounts and opened new ones with a black-owned bank.

  Before heading to the restaurant, I made my way to the bank to deposit the money Mayhem gave me. Since I already had his black card and a few of his debit cards in my wallet, whenever he would give me cash I would just deposit it. Since Mayhem decided it would be best for me to wait until I had the baby before I started working, I decided to move smart. I was allowing Mayhem to take care of me while stacking my money on the side, just in case. Although Mayhem and I discussed being together forever, I wasn’t a fool. Being played by Elias numerous times, only to be left with nothing, taught me a valuable lesson: never put all of your eggs in one basket.

  “Hey, bitch.” I smiled, when I walked into the restaurant and spotted Emma.

  “Hey, big belly,” she replied, sipping her tea.

  “It ain’t big yet. It would have been if I still had the other baby,” I sadly replied.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, Em, you’re good. I’m slowly getting over it, ya know?”

  “Yeah. Have you heard from Elias?”

  “No. I mean it could be because he’s dead, but I don’t know. I don’t want to ask Mayhem about it and have him going crazy and shit.”

  “Yeah, them Godfrey brothers are a special kind of crazy,” Emma laughed.

  “Speaking of brother, how’s Ramsey?” I asked.

  “Getting on my damn nerves. I’m not fooling with that boy like that,” she lied. See, I knew Emma and I knew she was hurt, but she wasn’t done with Ramsey yet; it was written all over her face that she wasn’t.

  “Yeah, ok,” I waved her off.

  “I’m for real.”

  “So you’re done with Ramsey? You want no parts of him, you’re ready to move on, and it’s ok for him to move on?” I asked for clarification.

  “I wish that nigga would. I’d fuck his ass up,” she snapped.

  “I told your ass you wasn’t done,” I giggled.

  “I just don’t want to make it easy for him, ya know? I’m not trying to be one of those women that constantly take their men back after he cheats.” she sighed.

  “Trust me, I know. I was once dumb off a nigga.”

  “What do I do?” she asked.

  “Sleep on it. Think about how life would be without Ramsey and see if you’re ready to live like that. If you take him back, let him know straight up, you ain’t going for that shit anymore,” I replied.

  “I hear you,” she said, just as the food made its way to the table.

  The steam rising from our plates had both of us on mute. The aroma from the food had my mouth watering in anticipation. I wasn’t sure what Emma said because I was too busy fucking my food up.

  Joie

  Dear Maleek,

  MJ is starting to wonder about you. I know you decided to be an absent father and I was ok with that, but the older he gets, the more he wonders about his biological father. He just recently celebrated his sixth birthday, as you know, since you did pay for the party and send a bunch of gifts. At his party, he kept wondering when his dad was going to come home. For now, I told him that you were like one of those army dads that has to work a lot, but I don’t know how much longer I will be able to continue with that lie. It’s not only about me anymore, it’s about our son. I figured I’d be able to do this alone, but emotionally, I can’t. A boy needs his father, so please take that into consideration.

  Stacy.

  Re-reading the letter for the third time, I brushed away the tears that managed to fall. Ripping the letter to shreds, I threw it away. I knew this day was approaching—the day when MJ would wonder about his father and Stacy would start demanding time. Day by day, I felt like this secret was starting to suffocate me, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

  If I came clean with Maleek, our wedding, which was a month away, wouldn’t happen. I figured if I can keep things at bay until we said ‘I do’, then everything would be better. Of course, Maleek would be mad at me, but I would be his wife and I was sure we’d be able to work things out.

  Thinking about Stacy and MJ coming into our lives made me sick to my stomach. Stacy was the one who originally held Maleek’s heart and she would be bringing him the son he was dying to have. I felt like I was fighting a losing battle unless I had his last name, which would solidify my place in his life.

  Fixing my makeup, I walked into Chili’s and picked up our to-go order and headed back to the office.

  “Hey, sis, you ain’t grab me nothing?” Mayhem asked, as we both walked towards the elevator.

  “Crispy asparagus, salmon, Tequila chicken, mash potatoes, and broccoli,” I responded, handing him his signature order.

  “You rock. Tell my brother to come see me before he leaves,” he said, before heading towards his office.

  “Hey, baby, I got lunch.” I walked into Maleek’s office.

  He was on the phone, in what appeared to be an intense conversation, so he held his hands up at me before returning to his phone call.

  Closing the office door, I kicked off my heels and removed the food from the bags. Placing his food in front of him, I sat down to my salad and began eating. With the new gentlemen’s club the guys were opening, me and my team were now swamped with work to do. We had to incorporate the guys’ dirty money into the new business to clean it up.

  “What’s up, sexy?” Maleek smiled, as he hung up the phone.

  Today, he was dressed down in a powder blue dress shirt, tan dress pants with a pair of tan Burberry loafers on his feet. His hair was pulled back, and his facial hair was neatly shaven. Maleek gave off so much sex appeal that I made sure to check these bitches that wanted to flock to him on a daily basis.

  “Nothing, brought us lunch so we could finish up work together,” I replied.

  “Good, cuz a nigga was hungry. I been in this bitch all morning getting shit together. With Ramsey out, I gotta work both jobs,” he said, referring to the illegal half of the Godfrey Brother’s empire.

  “I figured you wouldn’t be home tonight, that’s why I decided to move in here with you for today.”

  “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked lovingly, looking into my eyes.

  At that moment, my heart began to fill with guilt. Maleek was the perfect guy and here I was, keepin
g him from his child. Never in a million years would Maleek turn his back on any of his kids, but here I was, making him look like that type of guy.

  “Joie, you good?” he asked.

  “Yes, baby, I’m fine. I was thinking maybe we should push the wedding up,” I replied, biting my fingernails.

  I had a feeling shit was getting ready to get real soon so I needed to secure my spot before hell froze over.

  “Why the rush? The wedding is in just one month. Are you pregnant?” he asked.

  “No, I just feel like I’m ready to be your wife. I’m ready to start that chapter in our life,” I replied.

  “Joie, regardless of if you’re my wife or not, I will love you the same. Let’s not give our family a heart attack by moving the wedding up. If you’re doing that because you’re being insecure and shit for whatever reason, cut it out. I’m yours, baby,” he assured me.

  “You sure?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “No matter what?” I asked.

  “No matter what, unless you go out and fuck another nigga behind my back, then it’s a done deal.”

  “That’ll never happen; this pussy is yours only.”

  “Show me,” he challenged.

  Standing up, I unzipped my dress and allowed it to fall to the ground. I then removed my bra and thong set before pushing the papers on the floor and climbing on his desk. With my legs spread open, I dipped my fingers in my wetness and used it to massage my clit.

  “Mm, it’s all yours, Daddy,” I purred.

  Maleek licked his full lips and made his way over to me with his dick in his hands. Plunging his dick deep inside of me, I screamed out in pleasure as he rocked my world. The more he hit me with these death strokes, the more I came to an agreement that I would have to slit Stacy’s throat before I’d ever let her take what’s mine.

  Ramsey

  Since Emma’s ass still wasn’t talking to me, I decided to pop up on her ass. The moment I let her ass go, she disappeared and never came back. She would call my ol’girl to check on me and that was about it. I was sick and tired of playing these bullshit ass games with her, so I decided to pull up on her ass.

  I waited until my mom’s crazy ass went to sleep and snuck out the house. Here I was, a grown ass man, and I had to sneak out the damn house like I was back in middle school or some shit. Even though the doctor cleared me to go back to work, my mom still wanted to have my ass laid up in the damn bed so she could baby me. I made a mental note to have a talk with my brothers about bringing the kids around more. I could tell she was doing all of this because she was lonely.

  Hopping in my car, I sped off to Emma’s house before I got caught. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up and was greeted by two cars in the driveway. I knew none of those cars belong to Tiny because my brother wouldn’t allow her ass to be out this late. Reaching under my seat, I searched for my emergency gun and placed it in the small of my back.

  With my burglary tools in my hand, I made my way to the front door and picked the locks like I usually did. When Emma allowed me to come back home, I was going to change the locks because this cheap ass shit she had installed wasn’t protecting her ass from nothing. The moment I stepped foot into the house, I was greeted by loud moaning.

  “I know this bitch ain’t got no nigga in here,” I said to myself, as I pulled out my gun and made sure I had one in the chamber. On God, I was prepared to kill both their asses on sight. This bitch had some nerves having my ass losing sleep behind her hoe ass, only to find out she’d been hugged up with the next nigga. I could feel my temper spiral out of control as I followed the moans.

  The moans got louder as I made my way to the bedroom. Kicking the door down, I burst into the room, ready to let my bullets fly.

  “What the fuck?” a naked Emma said as she jumped up from the bed.

  “What the fuck you in here doing?” I asked, looking from her to the TV.

  Emma was watching our old sex tapes while she used one of her bullets to bring herself to a climax. I wasn’t going to lie; this scene in front of me was sexy as fuck. I watched as Emma grab the remote, attempting to turn it off.

  “Nah, leave it here, this my favorite part. I love the face you made when you started nutting on my dick,” I smirked.

  “How the fuck did you get in my damn house?” she asked, turning the TV off, hurling the remote at me.

  “Keep your damn hands to yourself,” I replied, rubbing the side of my head where I got hit.

  Removing my shoes, I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed.

  “Uh Uh, nigga, get the fuck out my house before I have your ass arrested for breaking and entering!” she yelled.

  “I’m about to give you some dick since you’re so pressed,” I chuckled.

  “Look at me, nigga, do I look pressed? I can leave the house right now and get dick. Matter fact, I think that’s what I’m going to do,” she said, making her way to the closet.

  My anger went from 0 to 100 real quick as I watched her fish through the closet for something to wear. Jumping out of the bed, I ran towards the walk-in closet and yoked her ass up.

  “You think I’mma sit back and watch you fuck with another nigga?” I asked, holding her by her neck.

  Pushing her up against the wall, I grabbed my dick and buried it deep in her. I removed my hand from her neck so I could place both of her legs in the crook of my arms, giving me better access.

  “Ahhh, SHIT!” I yelled out as Emma bit me hard on the shoulder, but I had a trick for her ass.

  Pushing her back against the wall, I used it to hold her up so I could spread her legs further apart. I pulled my dick out, leaving only the tip in, and rammed it all the way into her, causing her to scream out. I did the same thing four more times until her ass was soaking wet and begging for mercy.

  “Ohhhh, Ramsey, stop!” she called out as I found her spot and started pounding at it.

  “This what your crazy ass needed, huh?” I asked in between pumps. “You needed some dick so your ass could get some act right? Is that what it is?” I bit her ass back on the shoulder, causing her body to shake.

  “You like this rough shit, huh?” I asked, ramming my dick in and out of her.

  “Oh, daddy, yasssssssss!!!” she squealed in delight.

  “Crazy ass bitch. Take this dick. Take this shit!” I groaned, feeling my knees get weak.

  The aching feeling in my stomach started to get worse, but I ignored that shit. I wasn’t one hundred percent yet, but there was nothing wrong with my dick. If I had to fuck Emma’s ass all night in this same position in order to get some act right out of her, that was exactly what I was going to do.

  “I’m cummmmmmmmmmming!” she cried out.

  “Cum on daddy’s dick. Make that shit messy,” I replied.

  “Ahhh, fuck!” I moaned, feeling my dick twitch.

  “I FUCKING LOVE YOU, RAMSEY GODFREY!!!!” Emma cried out, as her body began to shiver and shake like an earthquake.

  “Uh huh, act tough now,” I smirked, as I continued hitting her spot, causing her to squirt everywhere.

  “Damn!” I grunted as I spilled my seeds in her.

  Carrying her body to the bed, I laid her down and fell on top of her.

  “Get your heavy ass off of me,” Emma said, as she tried to wiggle from underneath me.

  “You want me to leave?” I asked, looking down at her.

  “I didn’t say all that,” she replied, causing me to smile.

  “I see this dick done gave you a bit of act right,” I smirked.

  “Shut up.” She sucked her teeth.

  “Who the fuck does that car outside belong to?” I asked.

  “Oh, the bank ain’t tell you?”

  “Tell me what?”

  “I got a car using that card, baby!!” She smiled. “That was the least you could do.”

  “Oh, it’s like that?” I asked, not giving a fuck that she used my money to get her a car. Hell, the purpose of having her on one of my acc
ounts was for her to have access to my money without the bank asking questions.

  “YUP!!”

  “Iight,” I said, getting off her and lying flat on my back.

  “What you doing?” she quizzed.

  “I’m getting ready for you to come suck this dick. I hope you ain’t think you was getting that BMW outta me for free,” I joked.