Boss Bitch Swag (12 page)

“Come get this pussy, Boss
,
” Kim
said,
teas
ing
me with her goodies. “This yo pussy, daddy.” She lied
; t
hat pussy belonged to the nigga that put that gold band on her finger
-
I was just samplin
g
that ass.

I turned around just in time to watch her untie the belt on her long black trench coat. Seduction was her weapon
; s
he slid the coat open
ever
so smoothly and revealed her surprise
: s
he was completely naked underneath.
As m
y hungry eyes scanned
the
entire banquet of
her
body
, a
sly smile spread across my face
; t
hat bitch knew she had me then. My urge to fuck her was much stronger than my anger. She motioned with her finger for me to come to her. I hadn’t fucked in the backseat of a car since I was a li
’
l nigga
; i
t was like takin
g
a trip back in time. The shit was crazy excitin
g
. I came up out of my bulky leather jacket with
a
quickness
; t
he heat was already gettin
g
to me. When I started the truck
,
Pac’s
“Me and My Girlfriend” bumped as I forced myself inside Kim. She felt so good
; s
he always did. That was part of the problem
: w
hen a bitch made you feel that damn good
,
it was hard to leave her alone. Me and Kim were bad for each other. We both drank more when the other was around
, and w
e also fucked raw
-
like she wasn’t even married. I don’t know
how
she planned on explaining a li
’
l dark
-
skinned baby to her yellow ass husband, but at the time I didn’t care about her
or
her husband
...
I didn’t even care about myself.

“I love you, Boss
,
”
s
he professed in a drunken sexual haze. “Oooooh
...
this dick feels so good
...
I love you
...
I love you, Boss.”

I had to kiss he
; t
hat wasn’t what we were all about. She didn’t love me anymore than I loved her
- s
he was just tryin
g
to come up. My house was nicer than the two
-
bedroom apartment she and her kids lived in with her husband. Ol
’
boy did his best, but sometimes that
’s not
enough
- and f
or a woman like Kim
,
it never would be.

Outside
,
people walked all around the truck
-
not noticing a thing
; t
he dark tinted windows on my EXT shielded our indiscretion. Inside
,
my dick was gliding smoothly in and out of her with ease. We were both so out of control
, and t
here was nothin
g
anybody could say to get through to either one of us. We lived to fuck and get drunk
- n
othin
g
else matter
ed
.

I
f
ucked with Kim for almost a year
, then i
t was time to end it when she started talkin
g
about leavin
g
her husband for me
;
I never wanted that. After my whirlwind with her
,
I needed a break. I honestly thought I was through with women
– but t
hen I met Meesha.

Chapter 19

Meesha

It was pouring down raining the day I met
B
oss. I should have heeded nature’s warning
, but
I was too young to know the path he was about to take me down
- and honestly,
I was too naïve to
care. I was only fifteen when he set his sights on me.
To
be fair
,
I looked more like I was twenty. There weren’t even any boys in my past. In no way was I ready for a man
-
especially not the hood legend known as Boss.

That summer was some of the best and most carefree days of my young life. Boss started helping my family out instantly
; m
y mother was even able to quit one of her two jobs and devote more time to me, my four little brothers
,
and my baby sister. At first
,
she was a little apprehensive about the age difference between me and Boss
, but s
he soon grew to respect him when she saw the way he treated me. I got everything I wanted and so much more. I was just a girl from the hood
;
I didn’t know anything about Gucci or Fendi
- but
Boss put me up on game. He was my first love
,
and
he
soon became my entire world.

I came from a single parent household where I had no supervision and dozens of responsibilities. As the oldest child
,
I had to keep the house in order when my mother wasn’t there
- which
ended
up
being the majority of the time. She worked two full-time jobs to pay all the bills and keep food on the table
, so m
y little brothers and-tibrother my little sister looked to me for guidance and support. Anthony was thirteen, William was twelve, Omar was ten, Jared had just turned eight
,
and Angie was only five. She sometimes got confused and called
me
“M
ama.
”
I got her up in the morning, made her breakfast
,
then walked her to school. In the afternoon
,
I walked seventeen blocks from my high school to Angie's elementary school to pick her up. Once we made it home
,
I helped her with her homework, got her something to eat, gave her a bath
,
and put her to bed at night. The boys were older and more independent
,
but they still looked to me to feed them and occasionally help them with their homework. It was a lot
-
but just like my mother, I did what I had to do.

Somehow in the middle of all that madness
,
I still managed to get perfect attendance and make the honor roll with a 4.0 GPA. I was proud of myself. I just didn’t know how my mother was going to manage once I went off to college. She was only thirty-two years-old, but most days she felt more like she was sixty-five. She started having babies when she was still a baby herself
, and n
one of our fathers stuck
around long enough to help her carry the burden. She knew that she leaned on me a lot, but working hard was her only option.

Boss changed all that the day he pulled up beside me in his Cadillac Escalade in the pouring rain.

Damn, he fine...
I thought to myself as I began to wonder who he was and what he wanted with me.
He had smooth dark chocolate skin with cocoa eyes and beautiful full lips. His long braids were fresh and tight
,
and his facial hair was perfectly trim
med
and lined up. I was instantly infatuated.

“You need a ride,
M
a?” he asked with an anxious smile and sexy
-
ass voice.

I paused for a moment
; w
hat I knew I was supposed to do and what I wanted to do were two different things. I was freezing cold
,
and my throat was starting to get sore
-
but I knew better than to accept a ride from a stranger.

“Where you live at?”

“21
^st
and Breman
,
” I answered him without even thinking. “But first I gotta go pick my li
’
l sister up from school.” For some reason
,
I couldn’t stop myself from telling him things
; i
n five minutes
,
he knew more about me than most of the kids I went to school with every
day.

“Get in
,
”
h
e
said as he
reached over and opened the passenger door so that I could climb inside. “I’ll give you a ride.”

My book bag was so heavy
,
I didn’t
need
much convincing.
Besides, i
f he tried to pull something
,
there was always the blade I kept in my, iI kept front jeans pocket. Against my better judgment and everything my mother had drilled in my head ever since I was a little girl
,
I got in his truck.

“What’s yo name?”

“Meesha.”

“I’m -”

“Boss
,
” I finished his sentence. “I know who you are. You used to live on 21
^st
.”

“A long time ago.
”
He took his eyes off the road just long enough to glance my way for a second. “How old are you?”

“Sixteen
,
” I lied. “Almost sixteen.”

“You look a lot older.” He glanced back over at me again. “A
whole
lot older.”

He was closer to my mother’s age than to mine, but I didn’t care
;
I knew instantly that there was going to be something between us
, and
I wanted it
too
bad to just let it go. It wasn’t about his truck, his money, or
the
diamond jewelry on his ears, neck
,
and wrists
...t
here was something special about him
...s
omething my little young heart had never experienced before.

“What school you go to?”

“Gateway Institute of Technology.” I gave him the long version just to try and impress him. “I’ll be a junior next year.”

“Goin’ to Gateway
,
you must be smart, huh?”

“I guess so.” I smiled, feeling like I
’
d finally made an impression on him. I wanted him to remember me when I got out of that truck. I wanted him to remember me every day for as many days as it took.

We got to Angie’s school ten times quicker than I usually got there on foot. I went inside to get her by myself, but I made sure to leave my book bag behind
; h
e wasn’t about to leave before I found out more about him. That may have been it
, and
I might not have gotten another chance.

“Boss, this is my li
’
l sister Angie
,
” I introduced him to one of the most important people in my life. “Angie
,
say hi to Boss.”

“Hi
,
Mr. Boss
,
” Angie greeted him in her sweet little five
-
year-old voice. “Thank
you for pickin’ me up in the rain.” She delivered her line perfectly
,
just as we
’
d rehearsed it on the way
to the truck
.

“You’re welcome, li
’
l mama.” Boss warmed up to Angie instantly
, then
turned his attention back to me. “Make sure and put her seatbelt on.”

“I will
,
” I assured him. “I always take good care of my li
’
l sister.”

He simply nodded his head in approval
- and
I took that approval and ran with it. What I told him was true
:
I
did
always take good care of Angie, but I made sure to be extra patient with her in his presence. I helped her up into his truck
,
then fastened the seatbelt around her tiny little body. Once I was satisfied that she was safe and secure
,
I got back in front and fastened my own seatbelt. Sitting next to him in his truck made me feel something I
’
d never felt in my entire life
:
important
; n
ot just to my mom or my little brothers and Angie, but important to somebody that didn’t even know me. That feeling was worth more to me than all the money in the world
- t
oo bad it wouldn’t last much longer
; t
here was nowhere left for him to take us but home.

“Meesha, I’m hu
n
gry
,
” Angie whined from behind me. “We ain’t got no food at home but some bologna. What we gonna eat?”

I could have died from embarrassment. I didn’t want Boss to know that the only food we had in our house was a pound of bologna and a few packs of Ramen noodles. Suddenly
,
I didn’t feel so important next to him
;
I just felt insignificant.

“What you want to eat
,
li
’
l mama?”
Boss
turned around in his seat and gave Angie his undivided attention.

“I want a Happy Meal
,
” Angie damn near chanted. “Chicken nuggets.”

I couldn’t blame her. I was tired of bologna myself
, and s
ome hot salty fries from Mickey D
’
s did sound good.
Hell, a
Big Mac sounded even better. I was glad that Boss’ stereo was loud enough that he couldn’t hear my stomach growl. Other than the Pop Tart my boy Derrick shared with me earlier that morning at school, I hadn’t eaten a thing all day.

“That cool with you?” Boss turned to me and asked. “I could go for some chicken nuggets myself.” He smiled at me once again.

I didn’t know how he was feeling, but for me it was pretty much love at first sight. I wanted to be his girl so bad
- and
I was willing to do just about anything to make it happen.

“Let’s go.” I just sat back and smiled.

Boss drove us downtown towards the nearest McDonald
’
s. It was only a five
-
minute drive, but I enjoyed every second of it. As long as I was sitting beside him
,
I was good. I couldn’t figure out what to think of Boss. Did he feel sorry for me? Was I just his latest charity case? A man like him couldn't be interested in a girl like me, could he? I didn’t have anything of any value to him. I was smart enough to know that he could have any chick he wanted
, but
I was also brave enough to hope that the chick he wanted was me.

We stayed at McDonald
’
s for over an hour
,
just eating and talking. I couldn’t even finish my Big Mac
;
I was too busy trying to figure him out. Akine him ongie had a
H
appy
M
eal, an apple pie
,
and an ice cream sundae. She was good and full. As soon as we got back in the truck
,
she fell fast asleep.

“Thank
you.” I leaned in and showed my gratitude with a kiss. “Wow.” The word fell effortlessly out of my mouth. To my surprise
, h
e kissed me back. My head was high up in the clouds. I was kissing Boss
,
and he was kissing me back. My first kiss was with my best friend Jason when were only ten years old
– but t
hat was back before he told me he was gay. This kiss was different
; i
t made me feel brand new.