Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 2 Page 2
He sighed. “Why was he here? This man obliterated your heart, yet you let him into your home. I need more than that.”
“You broke my heart just yesterday, yet you’re in my foyer,” I countered and then brought my voice down. We had just made up. I didn’t need to get defensive because there was nothing to defend, so I softened my tone. “Listen, baby, he came by here to apologize again for the things he put me through. It’s cold outside, so I allowed him to come in and say whatever he needed to say, and I told him all is good. I told him I was with you and I was happy. I didn’t even mention that you and I were, whatever we were before we just made up. I just talked with him, and truly nothing happened. I walked him out, we hugged, and he kissed me on the head. It was innocent. I’m so over Mario, even if I’d have never met you, he would be the last man on earth that I’d allow back into my life or my bed,” I explained. He stood there and studied my face for a few seconds.
“I believe you, Gabby. You are one of the good ones. Even though we had a hiccup, I know you are my woman. I also know you wouldn’t just run and give my goods to another man. And I trust you,” he said.
I still wanted to know where he got pictures if he wasn’t stalking outside of my door. “Okay, then, who took those pictures?”
“Trina sent them to me,” he said.
“Trina!” I blasted. “How in the fuck? I mean, how does that whore even know where I live?”
“Apparently, she followed us here. That is the only logical reason. You know I’d never tell Trina where you live,” he said.
I was floored. “And tell me why you don’t see this as a problem?”
“Because she is harmless. She ain’t that fucking crazy. I’ve blocked her, and all communication with her will cease. I want to earn your trust again, and I will do whatever it takes to get us back on track,” he said. I also believed him, but that bitch knowing where I lived didn’t sit right with me. That was some old stalker type bullshit, and I didn’t take it mildly like he did.
“Ummm, Gutta, I know you know that woman way better than I do, but her following us or me and now knowing where I live doesn’t make you feel a little bit uneasy? I mean, I’m a bit concerned about that.”
“I’m not worried about Trina’s ass. If she tries anything crazy or to hurt you, I will deal with her like the bitch she is being, so please, don’t worry, baby. Trina is harmless. She doesn’t mean shit to me, and she knows it. Let’s go to bed. I don’t want to talk about Trina, Mario, the club, nothing or nobody. I just want to lay next to you and hold you all night.”
Hell, I wanted the big black dick. “Oh, that’s all you want?”
“You know I’m full of shit. I wanna be all up in that pussy and feel you cream all over my dick.”
“Wait, I’m out of condoms,” I said. I didn’t keep dozens of condoms on hand like he did, and we spent more time at his place than mine.
“I’m safe. I have my STD free card in my wallet,” he said.
“The fuck? You can get a card to flash to your partners?” I was floored.
“Every three months or even less if you choose. Mine isn’t a month old, and I’ve only been with you,” he said, planting kisses on my neck. I had stopped fucking Mario long before my return home. And after the pregnancy news from dumb ass Karen, I was tested, and Gutta had been my only partner since, so I knew I was good.
That night we fucked until the sun came up and didn’t get out of bed until three the next day. Making up is so fucking good.
4
Trina
I thought he’d come for me after getting those pictures of his precious Gabby embracing another nigga, but I was dead fucking wrong. Now I was getting his voicemail, and I knew he had blocked me.
“Son of a bitch!” I blasted, throwing my phone across the room. I knew what the reality of it all was, but that shit just wasn’t making any kind of sense. How on earth could he be with me for so long and then just not want to have shit to do with me? I wanted to literally bang my damn head against the wall because no matter how hard I tried, I could not figure out why he didn’t want me anymore. Six years, eight months, and seventeen days are what we had. I thought back to the night we met.
I actually was checking for Rel, because he was lighter than his friend. He may have been fine as fuck but a little too dark for my taste. Rel’s mocha complexioned ass looked scrumptious. My mission was for him to take me home that night, but before I could get off of my barstool to head his way, he gave the chocolate one dap, and then he headed for the door.
I was so attracted to him, I almost ran out the damn door after him, but that shit wasn’t my style. Men ran after me, not the other way around. I turned to head back to my stool, but my path was blocked by the dark one. After getting a closer look at him, I saw that he and the other stud could have passed for twins. Since he was darker than what I was usually attracted too, I hadn’t even taken a good look at him.
“I’m so sorry, I apologize,” I said in my sultry voice.
“It’s all good, baby.”
Our eyes locked and I was like, ‘fuck.’ This the very first time a chocolate brother has ever turned me on, and my pussy instantly got wet for him. I had never gotten so turned on for a man like that in a matter of seconds. If he would have said, “bitch, drop on all fours and crawl.” I’d have dropped to the floor like I lived in the hood and heard gunshots.
“Enjoy your night,” I said and then he grabbed my left arm.
“Do you want to have a drink with me?” he asked.
His voice didn’t tremble like a nervous bitch ass nigga. He sounded cocky and confident, and that shit turned me on more, so I smiled.
“I’d love that. I’m Trina,” I quickly rattled off my name.
“I’m Gutta,” he replied.
I sat with him, he paid for my drinks, then we went to a hotel, and he fucked me senseless. The next morning, I woke up and he was gone. A bitch like me was so sprung that I went to that club for two months straight until I saw him again. He remembered me, and that night, he fucked me out of my mind again. The next morning he was gone, but that time he left me his number. After I called, we started seeing each other. Yeah, he gave me the speech like all bachelors give about not looking for a wife but fun and yadda, yadda, you ain’t my woman type shit. And I was like nigga I’ll be what-the-fuck-ever you want me to be because I was turned out.
I then started to make myself available to only him. One thing I loved about Gutta back then and still now, he was generous. Six months into the fuck’ship, he was pampering me and paying all of my bills. Two years in, business got better then he got my condo. He had a mortgage at first and then one day, he surprised me and said that the condo was paid in full, but I had never gotten the deed. I thought then that he surely loved me, but I was his street bitch. I fucked him any way he wanted and showed up wherever he wanted me to be, but I never met his parents or even got the girlfriend title.
He’d always introduce me as a good friend, and I’d be thinking last night a good friend like me ate a bitch pussy while you murdered my asshole, but all we are is good friends. I’d swallow my self-values, smile for him and shook whoever’s hand it was and parade around like a fool. I’d tell him, “I love you, Gutta” or “Baby, I love you.” And he’d say, “I got love for you too.” I knew he said those words, but my heart heard, “I love you too.”
I was now sad, fucking lonely, and beyond heartbroken. My world had gone to shit, and it was because of the fifth-grade teacher named Gabrielle Jackson. Yes, I did a check on her fat ass. Yes, I send her a friend request under an alias. And yes, I drive by her place more than once a day. I didn’t want to follow Gutta, but at one point, I had no choice. He had stopped answering my calls and barely replied to my text, so I had to see what was going on.
Yes, I was maybe a tad bit crazy, but I was crazy in love, and weak-ass bitches like Gabby don’t take shit from queen bitches like me. I’ll show them both that they’ve fucked with the wrong bitch.
Chasity (Chas) Woods
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, fuck,” I cried as he banged my pussy. I had lost count of how many times I had cum, and I wondered if he had popped a blue pill. My ex was a good lover, and I had some explosive dick before, but Rel, oh Lord, Rel was king of all dicks. After my ex-husband, I vowed I’d only entertain a man for the excellent dick and Rel’s ass was certifiably the best I’d ever had. When I moaned his name, it was genuine moans of pleasure. No faking and no bullshit. I now knew what the term of reaching for shit that ain’t even there meant because the dick was so good, it had me reaching for the got’damn air. Rel was the first man that I didn’t want to kick out of my bed or jump up and leave after the deed was done. I tried so hard to hold back the feelings that were developing for him. I didn’t want to like Rel, I did not, but it’s like he was just different. He was penetrating my mind, body, and emotions, and everything about that freaky muthafucka turned me on.
At first, I loved the fact that he didn’t blow my damn phone up all day or if I missed his call or text, he didn’t ask a million fucking questions. But now I found myself randomly checking my phone just to see if he had hit me up. I didn’t want a relationship when I first decided to fuck him and never thought I’d like another man after the shit my ex put me through, but Rel was fly as fuck, and I was going to have to shut shit down before I found myself in love again. He was laid back, easy-going, and we could chat about anything. I loved his chilled demeanor, and his swag was on one-hunnit. I hated to admit it, but I was honestly starting to like him. Something that I had no fucking intentions on doing. All I saw that night was a lighter version of Gutta with broad shoulders, lickable lips, and when he held my hips on the dance floor the night of my birthday celebration, I was immediately turned on.
“You thirsty?” he asked once he rolled off of me. We were both panting like wild dogs from the glorious sex we had just had.
“As hell,” I answered. Although his room was cool from the cracked window in his bedroom, our bodies were sweaty as hell. “Is your heat on?” I asked.
“It’s on, but I cracked the window for your sweaty ass,” he teased and then stood.
“Nah man, that’s your sweat all over us,” I returned.
“It’s because I be putting in work, pleasing that pussy,” he said, headed for the door.
“You ain’t never lied,” I mumbled. I finger-combed my wet hair and then fell back onto the pillow. Rel’s place was beautiful and like a palace compared to my place. His master was huge, and sleeping in his king-sized bed was way more comfortable than the full-size bed at my apartment. My place wasn’t a dump, but after my divorce, I had to downsize everything because my ex had done a number on our finances, my heart, and sometimes, my face.
“Are you staying over tonight?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts when he walked back into the room. He handed over a bottle of water before he got back into bed with me.
I opened the lid and lubricated my mouth and throat before I answered. “I thought we agreed on no sleepovers.”
“We did, but it’s later than usual, and I can see it’s snowing. I’m not made of stone, you know?”
“Really?” I teased.
“Ha, ha, and I’m not. Things are just a lil different with you, Chas. I mean, maybe it’s because you’re Gabby’s best friend. I have a lil more concern for you, just a lil,” he said, holding a small space between his fingers to emphasize.
“Well, I’m a big girl, and you don’t have to make any exceptions to your rules for me.”
“My rules, so I can bend or break them, and I say you stay. You don’t need to be out this late by yourself on the roads in the snow,” he said and stood.
“Well, if you insist,” I said and drank more of my water.
“I do,” he said and went into his master bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower, so I put the water bottle on the nightstand and decided to wait until he was done then shower after him. I had to work the next morning, but I remember my first appointment wasn’t until eleven, so I’d have time to get up and make it home to change before going in. I must have dozed off because I woke up when I felt him climb back into bed.
“Oh shit, I didn’t realize I was that sleepy.”
He laughed. “And you snore,” he teased.
“My bad, shit,” I said and sat up on the side of the bed. “May I use your shower?”
“Help yourself. The linen closet is behind the door. I don’t have any extra toothbrushes because I’m not used to sleepovers, but you are welcome to the Listerine,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said and stood. I went into the shower, and there were so many gadgets. I was embarrassed that I didn’t know how to turn the muthafucka on.
“Ummm, Rel!” I called out.
“Yeah!” he answered.
“How in the hell do you turn this damn thing on?”
I heard him laugh. Within seconds, he walked into the bathroom with me. He was still naked, and his body looked so damn delectable, I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his dick again. He reached in, hit a couple of buttons, and the sprayers came on from all different sides.
“The fuck is this, a shower or a damn carwash?” I joked.
“It’s a shower, now enjoy,” he said and then turn to vacate the bathroom.
“You know I’m going to need you to turn this shit off when I’m done, right?” I called behind him, but he kept walking. After I lathered, rinsed and repeated four times, I called him. I took my time because that shower felt amazing. He came back and turned it off, then he gave me some basic instructions.
“So, do you think you can remember that?”
“It depends on how long it may be before I shower in this spaceship again. Hell, this looks like a damn time machine,” I joked and walked out. I grabbed the plush towel that I had gotten from the linen closet as soon as I stepped out.
“Now can I get some damn sleep?” he asked.
“Yes, you may? I think I’m good from here.” He left me to finish up. I used his lotion, his deodorant, and then I gargled. I didn’t want to put back on my dress to sleep, so I eased back into bed naked and was sleeping within minutes.
The next morning, the aroma of food woke me. I got up and went to tinkle. After I gargled again, I washed my face. My relaxed hair was a mess, so I went for my handbag and brushed it into a ponytail. My hair was shoulder-length, and since my relaxer was fresh, a little gel from my purse made me look presentable. I was a make-up chick and loved to look good, but I’d do that at my place when I dress for work. I put on my clothes then went downstairs and found Rel in the kitchen.
“You’re up?” he said when I walked in.
“Yes, and you cook?”
“Yes, how else would I eat?”
“I pictured you to be a carryout man.”
“Have a seat,” he offered first, put a plate on the island, and I took a seat. “I order out sometimes, but not much. I enjoy cooking. Since my mother didn’t give birth to any girls, she had us in the kitchen and always said that a man should know how to cook and clean just as well as a woman. She taught us that marriage involves two people and would always say when your wife gives birth, she’s going to need you to take care of things that she may normally take care of. Cooking and cleaning were on the top of the list.”
“Your mother is a wise woman,” I said, looking down at my plate. French toast, eggs, and sausage. I wasted no time filling up on the delicious food he made.
We talked our usual small talk as we ate because we never got personal. After he declined my help to clean up, I got my things to leave. When I touched the door handle, he pulled me in for a kiss goodbye. That was a first and some shit he needed to not do because it made my insides dance. I got into my car and told my inside voice to stop repeating I like him because as great as he was, I’d never fall in love again.
6
Uriel (Rel) Wilkerson
I walked Chasity to the door, wondering why I wanted to prolon
g her stay. I pulled her in for a final kiss and told her to hit me up later. I truly meant it for the very first time. I wasn’t just saying that shit to be saying it like I’d normally do and ignore whomever. I suggested that shit too. I mean, I loved fucking her because she was a super freak in the sheets, but she was also mad cool. When we first hooked up, we agreed that all we both wanted was a purely physical thing. No dates, no phone calls, no meals, and no sleepovers, but last night, I felt something that I’d never felt with the other women I’ve bedded. I’d never give a fuck how late it was or if the weather was terrible. Hell, I’d get them an Uber or Lyft before I’d let them stay over all night, but something strange was happening with Chas. Last night was confirmation that I liked her, and the shit was crazy.
Those feelings were fucking foreign to me because I’d never wanted to chill with a woman after sex. Yes, I had my regulars that I’d maybe have a few drinks with from time to time, but I wasn’t dating or seeing anyone, and there definitely weren’t any fucking sleepovers, ever. After the deed was done, I’d be out the door or walking whomever she was to the door. There were no exceptions to that rule until the night before. Miss freaky ass Chasity came up in here throwing me off my fucking game. She was the first woman to wake up in my bed, and I was starting to think of her a little more than I wanted to.
Chasity was slender, maybe a size seven without hips, but she had a nice lil plump ass on her. And her tits, she had titties for days. Maybe triple D’s, I don’t know, but I loved when them babies dangled in my face. Her golden skin was super soft, and she had some pretty ass feet. Her toes were always painted bright red, along with her nails. Chasity was a sexy, sophisticated woman with a gorgeous smile and two deep dimples in her cheeks. She wore wigs, and that was something I wasn’t too big on, but hers looked lovely on her.