URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (9 page)

“I was his friend for years Ma. I think I know him well enough.” I argued.

“He could’ve changed while he was in there! You don’t know for sure.”

“That’s why I got to see what he’s about. It’s as simple as that. I wish you would just support me and let me do things on my own.”

That earned me a smack to the head with the comb. “I Do support you. I’ve supported your ass since the day you were born. I just want to make sure you making the right decision.”

“I’m gonna make mistakes on my own and figure it all out. I’m already stressed out about this and you ain’t helpin’. I just want to get my hair done and talk to you and maybe have you give me some damn advice but you keep on being salty. I love you but I’m tired of you always puttin’ me down.”

I could tell she was trying her best not to beat the shit out of me but she had to realize that I was a grown woman now. I was prepared to make a bunch of mistakes and learn from them. I already knew that I was getting into trouble by still wanting to be with Markus or at least figure out what he was about now that he was out of jail. Momma didn’t say anything for a bit. She just kept working on my hair. But after a while I heard her say “You’re right.” Before she walked away to get god knows what. She probably didn’t really want to stay there and hear me talk back to her. Maybe she just wanted to say that and leave, letting me know that she wanted to drop the conversation entirely. I knew she was trying to do what was best for me but she kept driving me up the damn wall.

This whole thing with Markus was straining the relationship I had with her and I wasn’t sure if it was worth it all.

***

I had just settled into my couch after a long night at work. Working in some uptown bourgeois restaurant was a pain in the ass, especially when people got rude as hell and you couldn’t really do anything about it but the tips were at least decent. I ordered some Chinese food and put my feet up on my coffee table ready to watch my shows when I heard a knock on my door. Who the hell could be at my door at this hour? I was not about havin’ nobody come out and hang out and if it was some fool about to rob me they picked the wrong day to do it. I put the tv on mute and tiptoed to the door before I looked through the peephole.

“What the hell?” I opened the door and saw Markus there lookin’ like a damn lost little puppy. “What is you doin’ here?! Do you know what time it is?!”

“You ain’t get any of my texts? I’ve been texting you and tryin’ to call you since like 8.” he propped his arm up in my doorway, determined not to leave.

“My phone died when I was at work. I just put it to charge now in my room. What do you want? I ain’t in no mood for no games.”

“Good, I ain’t here to play no games. why you all salty and shit? what happened at work? Someone tried to mess with you?” Markus asked as he stepped into my apartment and made his way to the couch.

“Excuse you,” I rolled my eyes and shut the door after him. I wanted his ass out so I could relax and sleep. “And nothing happened at work. I’m just tired from being on my feet all day. It’s hard work tryin’ not to beat the shit out of people, be nice, fake a smile, and stand up all day and night.”

“C’mere then. I’ll massage your feet.” Markus patted the space beside him on the couch where I had been sitting a few minutes before.

“Wait, you fo’ real? You’d rub my feet?” I sat next to him and put my sore feet on his lap. instantly his hands got to work massaging up the soles and my heel. I was glad Amani and i had gotten mani/pedi’s earlier today. my feet were looking cute as fuck. It made me smile and feel damn good.

“So I decided Imma try and get my GED, you know since I couldn’t finish high school and shit. I was hoping you would help me study and stuff. You were always the smart one and now you in college so you extra smart.”

“I wouldn’t say all that but I guess I could help. It shouldn’t be that hard. I know they got books that you can practice stuff, like the SAT’s.” I told him.

“SAT’s? What’s that? Is that another test I gotta take?”

“If you wanna go to college it is. It might be harder than the GED, at least I would think it is. I never had to take the GED so I wouldn’t know. But they got practice books and classes for that too.”

“Ok, but I can’t do shit until i get the damn GED. I can barely get a job because everything requires a diploma and I ain’t got one. I need a job to get all this stuff done first. It’s a pain man.” He leaned back against the couch and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. I felt bad for him. he wanted to do a lot and at least
try
and make his life better but there was just so much holding him back.

I took his hand in mine and looked into his deep brown eyes. “You ain’t gonna start sellin’ or nothing are you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be pullin’ that shit on me. You know I ain’t never done it before and I ain’t about to start. That was all Pops. Imma do shit my way. I just need to figure out what that way is first.”

I couldn’t help but hug him tight. he was still the same Markus I knew five years ago. I felt his hand rub my lower back as he kissed the top of my head. “Your hair looks good. I ain’t used to you havin’ short hair but it look good.”

“Thank you, Markus.” I looked up at him and smiled. His eyes shifted down to my lips but only for a second. We were already so close but we were moving towards each other, closing the small gap between us. Our lips met again but we stayed connected much longer than the little peck he had given me the day before. Slowly our mouths moved together, our lips caressing each other and only small moans escaping both of us. I parted my lips and let his tongue slide in. He dominated my mouth and made me so weak I could barely take it. I gripped his bicep and pulled him close letting him cover my body with his. I laid back on the couch and let my legs fall open. Markus took his place between them and continued to kiss me. The heat around us rose and I felt like I just needed to take off all my clothes right then and there. Markus took his kisses down to my neck, adding a few bites wherever he wanted. I couldn’t help but let out even more moans and groans. I had no idea what this boy was doing to me but I loved every single minute of it.

Suddenly I heard my phone ringing from my bedroom. “Oh shit…who could that be?”

“ignore it. This is more important, T!”

“It could be my mom. And you know if I don’t pick up the first time she gonna keep callin’ over and over again. Just give me like a minute. It’s cool, don’t worry.” I pushed Markus off gently and he sucked his teeth at me.

“Man, you ridiculous. That call ain’t that important.”

I rolled my eyes as I headed towards my bedroom. “Calm down and stop being such a thirsty bitch.” I went to my bedside table and picked up my phone. I saw Dante’s name flash across the screen. “Oh shit…”

“Who’s Dante? You messin’ with someone else?”

I jumped up and turned around. I wasn’t expecting to see Markus standing behind me. I didn’t even hear him follow me. “I…it was just a one night stand..”
For now.

“If it was a one night stand then why he callin’ you? You don’t normally keep in contact with one night stands.”

“It ain’t nothin’ to worry about. I handle my own business, ok? We were barely together for one day so that doesn’t automatically make me yours. I don’t need you being jealous or anything.”

“No one said I was jealous!” Markus yelled which scared me a little. I Stepped back putting some space between us. “I just don’t got time to deal with some other dude tryin’ to be all over you. I thought you were gonna be with me, hang with me, help me.”

“And I am! But I never said that I was just going to be with you right away. We’re not just gonna pick up where we left off. We’re different people now. Who knows if we even mesh together anymore. We gotta take it one step at a time!” I tried to explain but it looked like he wasn’t having it. Markus turned away from me and headed towards the door, slamming it behind him when he left. I was getting used to seeing his ass go now. It seemed to be a bad habit he was developing. I didn’t like how he just decided that I was his all over again. That wasn’t how I rolled with anybody. I was my own woman and if he was gonna keep actin’ like a fool, then I would treat him like one. I looked back at my phone and redialed Dante’s number.

“hello?”

***

I looked out the windshield at the rain that was gushing down in huge waterfalls. It was already past midnight and my body was tired from working and being with Dante all night. He was in the city again for some business and wanted to meet up with me again. I eagerly said yes. I was all about havin’ someone a bit more stable in my life who didn’t care to deal with drama. Maybe a relationship wasn’t what I needed after all. Maybe I just needed someone to have fun with. Dante seemed to be that guy. He took me to a fancy ass restaurant, then we walked around the city and even a park for a long time, just talking and chillin’ with each other. It was a good night up until we got back into the car and the rain came crashing down on us. Dante was already having a hard time seeing the road ahead of us. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked over at him.

"How you holding up?" I asked.

"I can't see a damn thing in this rain!" He squinted at the windshield turning the wipers up to the highest speed. But it still wasn't enough. Suddenly the car slowed to a stop. We both looked at each other, confused.

"What happened?!"

"I don’t got a clue. It just stopped! Fuck! This is the last thing we need!" Dante slammed his hand against the steering wheel in frustration.

"It’s cool. Just calm down. We’ll figure something out. You got like AAA or something right?" I asked.

"Yeah but there’s one problem. I haven’t had signal for awhile. the rain must be messing with the towers or something. What about you?"

I checked my phone and saw that it was at 1%. "I drained my battery but i've got like 1%. See if you can call them real quick It might let you." I handed the phone over to Dante and he punched in the number. Just as I heard Dante say “hello,” his expression changed and he stared at the phone. The screen on my phone was black, battery completely dead. "Fuck!"

"Maybe I can check what's wrong under the hood. It can't be too hard." He said.

"Do you know anything at all about cars? Plus It's pouring outside and we haven't seen another car for miles. You gon’ get all wet for nothing!"

"I'll be fine. I could maybe figure something out. Just stay in here." Before I could say anything else Dante got out of the car, instantly getting soaked to the bone. He lifted up the hood and watched as a cloud of smoke rose from the engine.

"Damn!" He coughed and waved the smoke away. The mix of wires and shit looked like it had him confused and I didn't want to make the situation worse. We would be stuck here even longer and might have to walk back in all this rain. And I was not about to do that. Especially not after I had gotten my hair done.

"Dante! Get back in here! You gonna catch a cold!"

He slammed the hood down and returned to the car. "You were right. I don’t have a damn clue what's up with the car. When I opened the hood some smoke came out. I thought it overheated but i didn't think so with all this rain."

"I know I was right!" I looked in the backseat. "Do you have any extra clothes in here? You shouldn’t stay in those wet clothes.” Even if he did look good with his dress pants sticking to his perfect bubble ass and his button down clinging to his big biceps for dear life.

"I should have my gym bag in the back seat. I usually go after work and leave it in here." he shivered.

Reaching back behind me I grabbed his duffel bag and unzipped it. The smell was pretty stank but I'd rather have Dante smelly then sick. "Here," I tossed the small towel at him. "Take off those clothes."

Dante dried his face and head as best he could as I tossed him the shorts in the bag. He pulled off his soaked shirt and tossed it behind him. "That’s a little better. Still cold though" He turned on the heater in the car hoping that it wouldn’t make anything explode or something.

“Maybe we can just keep it on until you get warmed up.”
Though I could help you get warmed up
, I wanted to say.

He looked over at me as he slid his pants off as best he could in the small space of the driver’s seat. "That’s true. Nothing else could go wrong."

“Don’t say that! You never know! That’ll make shit worse then we gon’ be stuck in here and I ain’t havin’ that. You have a nice car it shouldn’t be all busted!”

“It ain’t busted! There could be a bunch of different things wrong with it. It don’t matter how good your car is, anything could go wrong. We’ll get out of here I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you."

I looked over at his lap and realized that his boxers were soaked too. “You gonna take those off too?”

Dante smirked and licked those full lips of his. He tossed his pants off and chucked his boxers in my lap. "Is this what you wanted? The real reason you let me go out in the pouring rain?"

“Uh, no. Goin’ out there was all your stupid idea but I am benefitting from it.” I openly stared at his dick that looked like it really needed some warming up. Even though the rain was making the windows frosty it seemed to be getting hotter in the car. I stared down at his discarded underwear and played with the waistband.

Dante laughed and grabbed my hand. “Well come on closer and you can help me get warmed up. C'mere girl."

"Oh hell naw. We is stuck in the middle of the city at night with rain pouring down on this car and it is cold as hell! I'm not—"

"And I’m gonna warm you up now with body heat!" He grabbed my arms and forced me into his lap, pinning me with his big strong arms.

"Dante, someone might see us!" I yelled.

"There ain’t been no cars that have passed us since we stopped. There's not even a cop car around! We'll be here until the rain stops. Let's just keep each other warm."

I couldn't resist his sweet temptation or the kisses he trailed across my neck and shoulder. He hesitated a bit, his teeth barely scratching against my skin but I bet he wanted to bite me full on. I didn’t want him marking me up in places that people could see. I didn’t need Markus or Momma bothering me about them later on.