Authors: Cynthia White
For the first time since I’d know
n
her
,
I saw the real Katrina.
‘
Kitty
’
was her front
; s
he took her out and used her when somebody tried to get too close. It was the same exact way I used
‘
Boss.
’
He and Kitty were a perfect match
; t
hey were both coss.were bold and withdrawn. Katrina and Malcolm were different
, though
. They wanted more. I knew if I wanted something like I
’
d never had
before,
I was going to have to do something I
’
d never done. It wouldn’t be easy
, though,
to convince her that I was the nigga for her
- n
ot the way Christoff had her spoiled.
“We got married when I was nineteen
,
”
s
he continued. “Two years later
,
he was gone.”
“How?”
“A brain tumor.”
W
hen I felt she needed comforting
,
I took her hand in mine. The moment was perfect
, and
I could have made my move
-
but something stopped me. It was respect. I didn’t want to take advantage of her
; s
he deserved better than that. If somebody was going to decide to take things a step further
,
I thought it should be her
- and
I was shocked when she actually did.
Kitty ran her hand up the back of my neck
,
then behind my head
, then she
slowly pulled me closer to her. Her lips felt like butter melting into mine
; s
he had the softest mouth I
’
d ever had the pleasure of kissing. I leaned back and braced my body weight on the arm of the couch
,
pulling her back with me. She
then
climbed on and straddled my body. My dick was rock hard
; h
er kiss was hypnotizing
, and i
t didn’t take her long to pull me in. She was so passionate and emotional, two things that make a woman an incredible lover. There was so much heat between the two of us
,
I thought we were going to explode.
“Uhmmmmmm
...
”
s
he moaned like a virgin when I finally pushed my dick inside her
,
“
...g
o slow.” Her moans
e
ncased her request like two heavy
,
supportive bookends.
I was prepared to fuck her any
way she wanted me to
; i
f she liked it slow
,
then Boss was going to give it to her nice and slow
-
but as soon as she wanted more
,
I was going to give it to her like a Boss Bitch. She could handle it
; s
he was already doing a damn good job.
Kitty began to roll her hips quicker and more deliberate
ly
. Soon
,
she was bouncing up and down on my dick like a professional porn star. I had never been fucked so good in my life. Girls were okay
,
but this grown woman pussy was
the shit
. If I
’
d known
this
all along
,
I would have been fucking older wom
e
n way back in the day.
The dick was just as good to her
;
I could tell by the look of ecstasy on her face. We were both good on our own
-
but together we were like firewo ec like frks
: w
e lit up the entire sky.
That morning
,
Kitty and I drank two entire bottles of Cristal. When that was gone
,
we moved on to something greener
; s
he even made smoking weed look sexy. I had to fuck her again. That time
,
we took the party upstairs and went at it in my big comfortable
-
ass bed. She put me to sleep like a baby. When I woke up later on that morning
,
she was gone. For a moment
,
I thought I was trippin’ and had just imagined the entire thing
; i
t seemed too damn good to be true. Women like that didn’t fall for niggas like me
; i
t just didn’t happen.
But t
hen I saw them
:
l
ying on top of my snow white satin sheets
,
I found her sexy little red lace panties
-
and knew I wasn’t trippin’. She was really there.
A nigga was grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter 14
For the next three months
,
I pursued Kitty hard
– but s
he had one excuse after another. Her life was complicated
,
and I understood that, but she could have squeezed a nigga in somewhere. I knew she had a business to run that swallowed up most of her time. What I didn’t realize
, though,
was that she also had a full life outside of the bar. She went to the gym faithfully every single morning of the week
,
come rain or shine. The bar closed at
2
a
.
m.
, and s
he usually didn’t get out until somewhere around three.
Regardless, h
er gym schedule was
always the same:
in by
5
a
.
m
.,
out by
7
. Once she showered and made her way back to her condo
,
she only had time to fit in three hours of sleep, four if she was lucky. After that
,
she was in her home-office
,
running the small publishing business Christoff started before he died. The only day she really had to herself was Sunday
,
and she shared that day with the
L
ord
: s
he went to church, read her bible
,
then spent an hour or two meditating at home. I could want her with everything I had inside of me, but if she didn’t have time for a nigga
,
then all I could do was let her be.
Friday night rolled around
,
and I needed something or someone to take
my
mind off Kitty. I was used to doing my own thing anyway. Life goes on
,
and if nobody else was there for me
,
my cousin Pee-Wee was. He called and let
me
know about a new spot that had just opened up in our old hood
; t
hat was all I needed to hear. Somebody told me a long time ago that the best way to get over one broad is to get under another one
, and i
t was time to put that theory to the test.
The Two One was a small lputas a smounge on the corner of 21
st
Street where people from the neighborhood went to unwind on the weekends. The vibe was laid back at first
-
but once me and my nigga Pee-Wee showed up
,
every gold digger in the place had their antennas up. They were wasting their time
, though;
Pee-Wee lived by the same rules I did
: w
e didn’t pay for water
,
and we didn’t pay for pussy. We were just there to peep out the new place and see what was up with the old hood. I still had a few workers posted up around the way, but I rarely came through myself.
“Hey
,
Boss.” Jayla seemed to appear out of nowhere. “How you been?”
“I’m good.” I opened my arms and welcomed her inside. “How you been?”
I could tell instantly that something was wrong. When she hugged me
,
she clung to my chest for a while. It was times like that when I missed Marco the most. My cousin had his flaws, but he took care of his girl. She never walked around looking that lost when he was here.
“Boss, can I talk to you for a minute?” She looked up at me with desperation in her big light brown eyes. “It’s kinda private.”
I threw Pee-Wee a nod towards the door
; t
hat was his signal to follow me outside. I led Jayla out to my ESV
, and s
he didn’t hesitate to climb in. I walked around to the driver’s side while my lieutenant stood outside and watch
ed
my back.
“What’s up?” I gave Jayla my undivided attention. “What’s got you actin’ so
‘
noid?”
“I had an accident.”
“What kind of accident?” I picked up the already rolled blunt I
’d
left in my ashtray earlier, knowing that I
’
d need to be high to get through this conversation.
“I ran into this white dude
’
s Mercedes
,
and I ain’t got no insurance. He say if I don’t pay him fifty grand by next Friday
,
he’s goin’ to the police.” She cracked the tinted window a bit to let in some fresh air. “You know I got a record
;
I can’t go to jail
,” s
he whined. “Boss, I’ll do anything.” She reached over and put her hand on my dick.
“Come on now.” I quickly pushed her hand away. “What you doin’?”
“You do somethin’ for me
,
and I’ll do somethin’ for you.”
Before I knew it
,
she had my dick out and was deep throating it the same way she used to do my cousin’s. I felt a little guilty at first
,
but the weed helped ease my consc
ience
. If the shoe was on the other foot
,
Marco would have done the same thing
– but t
hat nigga was dead
, and t
here was no sense in wasting some head that good.
After Jayla took me where I needed to go
,
I agreed to take care of her little problem for her
;
I would have done it anyway, but she
did
give me an extra incentive. The next morning
,
I called the white dude
-
whose name was Kevin Ark
-
and scheduled a meeting with him for later that day. First I had a few runs to make
, though
. The bank's parking lot was busier than it usually was that time of day
, and
I was about to say
“F
uck it
”
and back out of my parking space
– but then
I spotted her.
“Long time no see
,
” I shouted in Kitty’s direction as I got out of my truck and began to walk towards her Aston Martin.
“Hi.” She smiled and almost made me forg
e
t how upset I was with her
sexy
little ass. “How are you?”
“How am I? That’s all the fuck you gotta say to me?" I was pissed
- but
I was also trying hard to cover up how happy I was to see her
; s
he looked good
,
r
eal
fucking good.
She reached inside her coupe and got her jacket. The wind was whipping the shit out of her hair, but she didn’t seem to mind
; s
he just moved it from one side to the other while put
ting on
the brick
-
colored leather jacket over her beige sleeveless blouse. Her body looked amazing in the matching brick
-
colored leather skirt.
“A nigga can’t win for losin’
,
” I
said, throwing
my hands up in the air in a metaphoric surrender. “You fuck a broad and don’t call her
,
you a dog
; y
ou call her
,
and this how you get treated.”
“Boss, you’re young, handsome
,
and could probably have any woman you want
.
”
“Obviously not
-
or I’d have you
,
” I told her
,
softening my demeanor just a little. “You judgin’ me and ain’t even givin’ me a chance to show you what I'm really about
.”
“Alright.” She gave in quicker than I thought she would. “Pick me up at the bar in an hour.”