URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (33 page)

“What are you doing?” He asked her as she cuddled underneath the covers.

“I’m old school. I can’t go to bed with my outside clothes on, at least not my jeans.” She got comfortable. “Why? Is that a problem?” She giggled.

“No, it’s not.”

“Does this,” She snatched the covers off of her, “make you uncomfortable?”

“It makes it a little hard to concentrate.”

“I bet something is hard.”

He pulled off his shirt and got out of his jeans. He kneeled on the bed.

“You playing games?” He asked her pulling her body by her legs.

“And what game would that be?” She flirted with him.

“You think you’re grown.”

“Technically I almost am an adult. I think I can enjoy adult things.” She pulled his body on top of hers. “I missed you.” She confessed.

“I missed you too.”

They started kissing and making out like they did when they first got with each other. The spark between them was still intense. There was just this great amount of chemistry that neither of them could deny. How could two total opposites get along like they did? All the crazy circumstances that caused them to meet and everything that stood in their way, seemed almost impossible. As he kissed her skin and ventured between her legs, he thought of the coincidences that led her to live right next door.

“Keep your legs open.” He instructed her as she squirmed. The more times he tasted her, the more she got used to him, but she could never get used to the tingling sensation it sent through her body. It made her shimmy and shake as his tongue invaded her folds. He kissed her clit and she jumped up. As his rhythm got faster, her hips moved as well. It didn’t take long before she grabbed on his shoulders and rode the waves of passion that he was giving on to her. Her body moved like a snake and just when she thought she could hold out for more, his tongue pulsed on her button, she caved in.

She was catching her breath when he came on top of her again. She wrapped her legs around him. The fact that she could see how much he wanted her, only turned her on even more. She felt like something was taking over her.

“Let me get on top.” She told him. He complied and let her climb on top of him. He tried to help her, but his hands were slapped away. She didn’t want any help. She slowly let him enter her. Although she was very moist, it was still tight to put him in. She finally got him all the way in. She slowly moved her hips back and forth. She held on to his chest so that she could have more strength.

Lionel watched her close her eyes. She was enjoying herself. As she got used to it some more, she moved her hips faster. Then she started popping her butt up and down on him.

“Oh shit.” He cursed. He wasn’t expecting that from her. He looked up and she pulled out her long hair from the ponytail. She looked like a model on top of him. He reached up and touched her face. He grabbed her in for a deep kiss. As she got into it, he started to move his hips up and down.

With their foreheads touching each other, they panted in each other’s faces. She was holding on to his shoulders, but still moving along with him. She sighed as she couldn't take anymore and fell against him. He didn’t stop at all. He went faster and it took her from painting to screaming in his ear.

“Am I going too rough?” He asked her slowing down.

“Don’t stop.” She panted.

“You like it like that?” He pulled out and flipped her on her stomach. He went inside her and fast. “Then you’ll love it like this.” He slammed against her and she just moaned into the bed. She grabbed the pillow to muffle her sounds. She took in a deep breath and then let out a loud moan as she climaxed.

Hearing her enjoy herself made him love it even more. He propped her on all fours and kept going until he felt that he was going to climax himself. He held on and tried to enjoy some more. Just how tight and wet she was, wasn’t making it easy for him to hold on. He hated to admit it, but she was making him weak in many different ways. He climaxed and fell against the bed.

“That better be the first and last quickie we ever have. I plan to always take my time with you.” He boasted.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself to make yourself feel better, you go ahead and do it.”

They started to watch TV. Giselle was just about to nod off when she suddenly remembered Ms. Rita.

“I forgot to tell you about that crazy crackhead.” She chirped up. “She said something crazy.”

“Well she would being a crazy crackhead that she is. What did she say?”

“She said that I was supposed to die.”

“What?” Lionel sat up. “Did that bitch threaten you?”

“I don’t think so. I just think she was talking out of her ass.”

“Nah, I can’t put nothing past that bitch ever since she tried to set me up and Antwon took the fall for me. If it wasn’t for her, Antwon would have never got shot and he would have never had to kill that nigga. Fucking bitch.” He felt himself get angry again, but when he saw Giselle’s face, he started to calm down. “What did she say exactly?”

“Well this was right before the cops. She looked at me and said that I got her locked up so that me and my drug dealer boyfriend can run the streets. Then she said that they were supposed to kill me. Whatever. We both know that she is crazy.”

Lionel nodded his head but then he stopped. He was going crazy trying to figure it out. Sure Ms. Rita was crazy but she seemed to always be tangled up in some nonsense. Finally, Lionel got it.

“Oh shit. She wasn’t setting me up.” He turned and looked at Giselle. “It was about you. She set up you.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“You remember that time she tried to fight you and I threw the drugs at her?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see where you’re going with this.”

“She knew that I had drugs and when she saw you crashing at my house, she knew that we were messing around. She always hated you. I’m guessing when she tried to set me up, she must have added you too.”

“But why didn’t Janine-”

“What? What are you trying to say? Why didn’t she recognize you? You didn’t look like yourself and on top of that, I doubt that nigga really told her what she was doing. The way he was bossing her around, she just knew things last minute.”

“So, Ms. Rita tried to get me killed?” She asked but she already knew the answer. She felt herself tear up but she told herself that she was done. “I’m not even gonna shed a fucking tear.” She said out loud. “That’s so fucked up.”

“What you going to do?” He asked her.

Giselle thought about it. A part of her wanted revenge. She wanted to go find her guns blazing in the same style of Antwon, but she knew that wasn't smart. Look at Antwon now, he was on the run and no one knew where he was. She didn’t want that life, especially not over Ms. Rita. She wasn’t going to ruin her plans and definitely she wasn’t going to lose her life over it.

“So, what you going to do?” He asked her again.

“I’m getting the fuck out of New York.”

Lionel swept the wide living room. This house was ten times the size of the apartment that he lived in. He couldn’t believe how much had changed in six months, but then he thought about how his life changed so much in the last two years. He was a different man. He went from struggling to find a job, to drug dealing, and to now being in this house. He knew when he saw this house online that he had to have it. Even though he got it at an auction, he was proud of it. It took some money to repair it, but since he had the money from Antwon, it didn’t hurt his pockets any.

“Wow.” Tasha said as she walked around. “This place looks really nice.” Her heels clicked. “I can’t believe how much it has improved.” She smiled. “It looks like it belongs in some sort of magazine.”

“Damn you know how to make a guy feel good.” He joked grabbing his chest. “Dead ass, I could feel my heart about to leap out.”

“Shut up.” She playfully hit his arm. “But seriously, you did a good job with this.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t help me.”

“I did but damn, it still looks nice.” She took a twirl around. “And speaking of my help, here you are.” She handed him a folder. “With these documents, you can say that you were working at the car rental place with me. So in case they ask you where you got the money…” She left the sentence hanging but he understood what she meant.

“I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate it.” He hugged her. “You always come through for me. I’m so grateful.”

“I know.” She smiled. “Well, I got to go.”

“Hot date?” He asked.

“You know it.” She winked. She walked to the door and as she opened it, Giselle was on the other side.

Giselle looked at the both of them. She immediately hugged Tasha. “Hey! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She smiled. They both started chatting and laughing like old friends. Lionel rolled his eyes.

“There you guys go, cackling like crazy. I thought you had a hot date Tasha, or is it now you want a threesome with the both of us?” He smiled and then opened his jacket. “Because I’m ready baby.”

“Good, Giselle get undressed and you can watch.” She winked again. She then laughed and kissed Giselle on the cheek. “Bye girl.”

Giselle waved goodbye to her friend and then went to playfully hit Lionel, but he moved away at the last second.

“Did you just offer that woman a threesome with us?” She tapped his shoulder.

“What?”

“That will never happen Leo, only in your dreams.” He laughed. “Wow, this house looks great. She said looking at everything. “I hope that everything is perfect.”

“It is.” He reassured her.

“It has to be.”

“I know.”

“And I just can’t wait until-”

Then there was a knock at the door. A very nervous Giselle went to the door. She sighed and then slowly opened it. When she saw Yvette’s smiling face, she calmed down.

“Hey!” She greeted Lionel’s mother with a kiss on the cheek. She let her in and hung up her coat on the hook.

“Thank you.” She greeted Giselle. “I still can’t get over how great this house looks.”

“You know I’m starting to think that you guys thought I would mess this house up.” Lionel said in the background.

“It’s not that at all son, I just can’t believe it all. If it wasn’t for your job at the car rental agency, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Giselle and Lionel exchanged looks. It killed him to lie to his mom, but the less people knew about his past, the better. He thought back to Antwon not telling him any details that he didn’t want used against him. He thought of Antwon a lot from time to time.

“Yeah, I was only lucky for so long.” He began the story.

“What do you mean?”

“I got let go. A whole bunch of people did. I guess they didn’t have enough money like that for everyone.”

“What? But you were their best guy, how could they let you go?”

“To be honest, it was between me and some guy with kids. I basically told them to choose me.” He gave a half smile to cover up the lie. He hated to do it, but he hoped it would be the last one.

“I’m sorry.” She rubbed her son’s back.

“It’s okay. It did what it needed to do. It helped me to get this place.”

“Well, let’s hope that it all goes well.” Giselle added in. “Because if it doesn’t go okay, this will be for nothing.”

An hour passed by and finally there was a knock on the door. Giselle ran to the door and saw Laura with the rest of the foster kids.

“Come in!” She screamed and let them in. All of their faces were shocked as they looked around. The high ceilings, the wide spaces, the clean and brand new belongings; it all seemed like a dream.

“Is this it?” One of the kids asked. “Is this our house?”

“I hope so.” Yvette kneeled and hugged the children. “I pulled some strings with my friend who is a social worker. If all goes well, I can be your new foster mother. Right now this is where you will be sleeping.”

They all hugged her. Laura watched and smiled. She started tearing up and turned to the side. She thought at first that she would be the one raising the kids, but as she watched Lionel’s mom interact with them, she was glad she wasn’t. The kids were in a better place. She had a scholarship and a college to go to. Now she knew that when she got there, she could at least be at ease.

Dinner was started and everyone sat at the big table. They were eating, fussing, laughing, and joking. Giselle took a deep breath in, she finally felt that she had a family again. She looked over at Lionel and saw that he was smiling at her. They both were about to start a new chapter in their lives and it felt right.

After dinner, Lionel and Giselle called out to Yvette.

“What is it?” She asked.

“It’s time for us to go.” He told her. He saw her eyes get sad.

“I was hoping that you two would have changed your mind.” She pouted. “Everything is so good now. We have this six bedroom house, so there is plenty of space. We live in Long Island now, so we’re not in the hood of Brooklyn. We are practically gone from all of the drama, why would you leave?” She asked them.

“Because I need to get back to North Carolina. I keep distracting myself here, but I need to go down there to start our life.”

“You just turned eighteen a couple of months ago, but you’re still a child. Don’t you want to stay here any longer?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s time for me to go.”

“Aw.” She pouted again. “I can’t convince you to stay?” They both shook their head. “But what about my grandbaby? You’re just going to give birth and not tell me?”

Giselle was only a month along, but the way Yvette went about it you would think that she was eight months pregnant.

“The baby won’t be here for a while. Once we get settled in, you can come visit us or we will come here after the baby is born.”

“Why not just have the baby here?” She was being pushy but Giselle just smiled.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” She hugged Giselle and felt like she was hugging her daughter. “You take good care of yourself, my son, but especially my grandbaby.”

“Yes I will.”

“And you.” She pointed to her son. “You take care of these ladies.”

“Ladies? We don’t even know what we’re having yet.” Lionel scoffed.