Bossed Up By A Billionaire Thug Page 3

  “Hey, bae!” I exclaimed, climbing on top of him. His penis was already erect, and I smiled hugely.

  “Umm, happy to see me?” I purred, kissing him. He flipped me over and started kissing me intensely. I held my legs up, wet with anticipation, ready for him to extinguish the fire. He slid inside of me, and I had to take a deep breath.

  “Fuck, T!” He groaned out, and I frowned, but then I shook my head. This was the best he had ever given me. He was stroking me so good. I felt myself about to burst, but he pulled out. His eyes were closed tightly as I stared at him.

  “What the fuck, Aaron?” I asked.

  “Turn yo ass over,” he flipped me into doggy style position. I frowned at him.

  “You like the way I fuck you, baby?” He asked, pulling out of me once again. He spread my ass cheeks and spit. I was starting to sober up. I tried anal with Aaron a few times, but I hated it. He stuck his penis in my asshole, and I tried to move, but he grabbed a handful of my hair, slowly thrusting inside me.

  “Ouch, Aaron. Please stop.” I started, as the tears started flowing. I felt him hardening.

  “Shut the fuck up. You know you like this shit! Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck!” He continued to ram himself inside me. I sat up and tried to move, but he pushed me down and held me there.

  “AARON!” I yelled.

  “Fuck, I’m cumming, Tony, baby. Got damn.” He blurted out, and the room got silent as hell. I was so fucking disgusted, and I started crying.

  “TONY? T?” I screamed, and he instantly had this guilty expression on his face.

  “Au’Brielle.” He started.

  “I was wondering why your eyes were shut so tightly. You were imagining you were fucking Tony?” I screeched.

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I NEVER SAID TONY!” He screamed.

  “Yes, you did! How long have you felt this way about your best friend? Is that why y’all always together?” I fired question after question. The next thought had me throwing up, literally.

  “Are you guys having sex? ARE YOU GAY?” I screamed, and I guess that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Aaron punched me dead in my mouth. I spat out the blood, and it was then that my first fight with a man started. Aaron was fighting me like a straight up female. We went at it for what seemed like forever, before the neighbors came knocking on the door. I grabbed my purse and keys, before pushing past the neighbor. Aaron followed me outside, causing a scene. We fought right up against my car, before the neighbors came out breaking the fight up, saying the police were on their way. I got in my car, shaken, beaten up, before heading to a hotel for the night. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this. What a freaking night.

  I was so distraught the next morning. I was hungover and had a pounding headache. I walked into the bathroom and scoffed at my face beat the hell up. I looked like I had been in a boxing match, no, not a match. I looked like I was the great Ali’s punching bag for the night. I threw my life up in the toilet, before brushing my teeth with the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste. I climbed in the shower, and when I got out, I cried looking at myself in the mirror. For the first time I was admitting I didn’t know who the hell I was. I felt lost, alone, and unloved. A knock at the door brought me out of my pity party. With my towel tied tightly around me, it was my step-mother. She frowned at my face, before pushing passed me, with a suitcase behind her.

  “Here, I brought you some clothes. Could you get dressed and meet me and your father downstairs for brunch?” She walked right back out. She saw my swollen lip, my eye that had a black ring around it, and the scratch on the side of my face. I didn’t even bother covering up anything. I wanted to see if my stepmother would acknowledge it in front of my dad. I got dressed in a maxi dress, pulling my hair to the back into a ponytail that was blowing in the wind, with my hoops and sandals. I sat at the table with my huge sunglasses on across from my parents.

  “Hey, princess.” My father smiled.

  “Hey.” I said, somberly.

  “We know about the disagreement you two had. It’s okay, no need to be sad about it. Couples fight, they argue, but they work through it, and get back together.” My father started.

  “I’m not getting back with him.” I interrupted.

  “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know that.” He snapped. I huffed.

  My father and I bumped heads a lot, because he had a problem with how he addressed women. He talks down at them, and not to them. My stepmother and I weren’t excluded. My real mother was still alive somewhere, but when I was younger, all I know was they said she was an unfit parent and I had to live with my father. I even tried reaching out to her as I got older, but it was like she vanished without a trace. I had been miserable since. I couldn’t stand my parents, especially my father. He wasn’t a father at all, he was a liar, a cheater, and he was very aggressive. I never felt any love from him, aside from his credit card. That was it.

  “Where is all this attitude coming from?” My stepmother scowled.

  “I can’t get back with Aaron. You guys don’t know what happened,” I tried to explain.

  “We do. We talked to Aaron. Matter of fact.” My parents added, and Aaron and his parents came to join us. I was nauseous at the sight of him. I stood up abruptly and headed back to the elevator.

  “Hey! Au’Brielle? Au’Brielle?” My stepmother stopped me, grabbing my hand, and I snatched away from her.

  “You have a lot of nerve. I always told your father you were ungrateful. You have everything a girl could want. We’re paying for you to go to college, your apartment, bills, your car, everything. We literally, give you everything, and you still act like it’s not enough. You’re spoiled.” She snapped. I just stared at her with a frown.

  “That boy is about to propose to you.” She stated. I smacked my lips and shook my head no, immediately.

  “Aht aht. No, listen, and listen, clearly. Now, you can come back to the table, forgive your man, and accept his engagement ring. Or you can go back up to your room and attempt to get in the car we pay for.” She started.

  “I’m going to my room, because I’m not marrying that man.” I told her.

  “You didn’t let me finish.” She spat.

  “Once you walk away from me, you’re choosing to defy your father and I’s wishes. Which means everything will be cut off. We will no longer pay your tuition, your bills, your car note, that credit card you have? Yeah, that’ll be cut off, as well.” She threatened. I took my sunglasses off. She stared me in the face.

  “One little black eye and busted lip, and you’re ready to throw the towel in. See, honey, in life, we have to make decisions. You have good decisions, and bad decisions, but all decisions come with a repercussion. Aaron is a good man, so what he has his flaws. But all in all, he’s a good man, and well on his way to become a millionaire after becoming partner at his father’s company. Secure the bag, Au’Brielle. Geesh, have I taught you nothing?” She scoffed.

  “Or not. Stand here and think about it. You could go ahead and become another section eight project bitch like the rest of these hoes. Or you could get with the money team, like me. You better think fast, we won’t wait too much longer.” She strutted off in her red bottoms. I stood there thinking. This was my way out, this was my time to quit school and pursue my tattooing career. I was young, and I would figure it out, right? Then, there was that dark cloud that had me second guessing myself.

  I walked back to the table with my sunglasses on, sitting back down next to Aaron. He went to put his arm around me and kissed me. He had scratches all across his face like he fought a leopard, but no one acknowledged that. I sat there like I was in the mannequin challenge. Listening to them make plans for the company after Aaron became partner. I sat there in deep thought, while my stepmom winked at me. I had to figure out a way out of this lifestyle. I couldn’t continue like this, it was going to drive me straight to self-destruction.

  Four~ E’ mauri

  “Ayee, they free’d a real nigga. Nigga, we mis
s yo presence out here!” These niggas cheered and rooted me on. I ain’t have shit for them. Only niggas that held me down was my nigga. Shy was a nigga that put me on to selling. I was being a young, reckless nigga, for a while, robbing niggas, but Shy was this big, black, motherfucking hustla. I ain’t know what all he was into, but he put me on to some shit. Nigga was moving pills in the white neighborhoods, making a killing. He put me on and shit, I was making bands. But my crew I was running through houses with was calling me. People had money on nigga’s heads, and for the right price, I would handle it. But I was steering away from that shit. I was trying to get my shit off the ground with Shy. He even told me before I did the shit, that I was gon’ regret it, but I ain’t listen.

  When I got locked up, I ain’t hear from none of them niggas, and they ain’t put shit on my books. Hell, even my own girl up and left me. Swore she was being loyal, only to find out that she was letting any nigga run through her shit. That wasn’t shit though, the thing was, she was doing it while she was pregnant with my seed. Shy was the only motherfucker who looked out for me on the outside, but I never thought I’d run into my nigga, Kenzo again. That was my fucking brother, he and Shy reminded me of each other. He looked out for me on the inside, and told me to get in contact with him when I got out. I was at this dumb ass party where these hoes were shaking they asses on a nigga, but it was this one girl in particular that stuck out like a sore thumb. She was hanging with Vash sexy ass. I ignored these niggas and rolled my blunt. Niggas was swarming around me, about how we was about to be back on our bullshit but little did they know. I wasn’t on that shit no more. I was rolling a wood up before lighting that bitch and smiling. I was too hype smoking my first blunt. Vash walked up to me with her girls and I smirked. She gave me a hug before messing with my hair.

  “Wassup, Vash? I need you to bless a nigga’s head! You know I wasn’t sitting in no nigga’s lap.” I told her. She bust out laughing.

  “I got you.” She laughed.

  “Wassup, Lani? I ain’t seen yo trick ass in a minute.” I joked.

  “Fuck you, Lucci.” She walked off as soon as my nigga Shy walked in. I slapped fives with him.

  “Welcome home, nigga.” He smiled.

  “Man, I’m so motherfucking glad to be out that bitch!” I said, loudly. I noticed Vash homegirl jumped a little bit.

  “Wassup with yo mans? She jumpy and shit.” I nodded toward her, while Vash giggled.

  “That’s my friend, Au’Brielle. Brie, she not from round here.” She laughed.

  “Where her fine ass from?” I asked.

  “The Palm Estates, way out in the suburbs,” she said.

  “What you doing out here, shorty?” I asked. She looked high outta her fucking mind, with these big doe ass eyes. She was beautiful.

  “Y’all been smoking?” I asked. They both bust out laughing.

  “Hell naw, you got a innocent person high, Vash? You going down, and I ain’t trying to be near yo ass.” I joked.

  “Well, this my party, shorty, so drink, smoke, do whatever the fuck you want.” I told her. She smiled and nodded. I stepped off to the side with Shy, to discuss some business shit. We stood outside looking at his truck.

  “This bitch nice.” I nodded.

  “Ain’t it though? This ain’t even me though.” He shook his head.

  “Damn, who shit you pushing? Don’t tell me you out here being a sucka for a female, bruh.” I joked. He tossed the keys to me and I frowned.

  “Come on, bruh.” I told him.

  “This you nigga!” he told me.

  “Stop lying, nigga!” I laughed.

  “It’s you, bruh. You like these big flashy trucks, not me.” He shook his head. I nodded, this all white Lincoln Nav, was just what I needed. I dapped my nigga up and we got in, taking it for a test drive while he told me how business was better now. He wanted me right along side of him, because I was the only motherfucker he trusted. I already told him I was ready. We headed back to the party, and Shy was trying to holler at Vash. I was laughing my ass off. Until this fine ass girl walked through. She had on some tight ass shorts, a crop top and some sandals. Shorty was brown skin with these Asian ass eyes, full lips and smooth bronze skin. She was fucking perfect. A nigga was instantly stuck at the site of her. She walked up to Lani, and said something with an attitude, and they quickly walked out.

  I waited a minute before slowly walking outside to see what they had going on. Shorty was going off on Lani, and Lani was just standing there. I shook my head, confused as to what was going on. Trying to eavesdrop was done for though, cause shorty cut into a nigga when she noticed me. I chuckled as her eyes turned into slits, mugging the hell outta me.

  “Nigga, can we help you?” She spat.

  “Actually, you can, shorty. Wassup? I’m Lucci.” I introduced myself. She scoffed.

  “Boy, bye. Lani, call me later.” She snapped, got in her little hooptie and drove off. I chuckled.

  “Who that, Lani?” I asked.

  “My worrisome ass little sister.” She rolled her eyes.

  “All these years I’ve known yo crazy ass family, I ain’t know you was hiding yo fine ass little sister.”

  “She ain’t been hiding, she just been holding down Shyne’s sorry ass since she was seventeen. That nigga knew what he was doing swooping her young ass up and hiding her.” She scoffed.

  “Well, put in a good word for your mans.” I chuckled. She giggled.

  “I got you, Lucci. As long as you put in one for me with yo mans, Geechi. Introduce me.” She raised her eyebrows. I nodded.

  “Alright, bet, you got that.” We walked right back in the party. I kept my word, and introduced her to my nigga, and they was kicking it. Niatia, hmm. I had some plans for her ass.

  ***

  I was dressed in all black, with a black J’s on as well. I had to drive thirty minutes to finally meet my seed. I had smoked two blunts before finally getting out the car. A nigga was nervous as hell, I had missed the first few years of her life. My baby momma, Tra’nik, was not fucking with me. I tried to call her and everything to see my baby girl when I first got out, but this bitch hung up the phone on me and then blocked me. Luckily, I had connections, and they were able to locate her ass. I knocked on the door and I heard a baby crying. I frowned, hearing a nigga yelling, before hearing the locks switch, and Tra’nik stood before me looking like she saw a ghost.

  “What’s up?” I asked, walking past her hand she tried to put up.

  “Lucci? What? How?” She said.

  There she was, my baby girl, laying on the ground, hair nappy as hell, screaming at the top of her lungs. I was nervous as fuck, because she could really cut up when I picked her up. Or she would recognize me as her pops. I picked her up, holding her closely, damn near tearing up. Not a lot of shit touched me, but this shit right here, this shit was different.

  “Momma, Mommy. Where you taking me?” I asked her, as she dragged me down the street. Cold as hell outside, it was snowing something vicious, and here we were, out here with no coats on, and these cheap ass Shaq’s that I had worn down and grew out of. My toes would be balled up like a fist in these damn shoes.

  “Bring yo ass, boy!” She yelled at me.

  “I’m cold.” I told her. She ignored me and kept dragging me to the dope house. We stood out there waiting on some nigga, to come to the door. He came out there with his fat, sloppy, sick in the head ass.

  “Voo, I need some bad. I ain’t got shit, but you can have my son!” She patted my head like I was a fucking puppy. I’ll never forget the hurt I felt at nine, hearing my mom sell me for drugs. Shit was a pain that was damn near impossible to forget.

  “What the fuck, Nessa? Get that boy up out the cold with his scrawny ass. You crazy ass hell. Take yo ass home!” He yelled at her.

  My momma dragged me back home and was gathering up all the shit she could to try and get some smack. I sat there watching her, she wasn’t paying me no attention, she never did. She gathered all t
hat shit without a second look at me and left. I never saw her again after that day. After a day of waiting on her to return with no luck, I finally headed to the corner store to grab me some food or something. Shit, the roaches and rats were eating better than me. I stole a whole bunch of snacks and shit everyday.

  A week later, I set the apartment on fire trying to make noodles, and that’s when shit hit the fan. They found out I was living alone, and my mother had gotten locked up. I went to stay with my grandma, in her hell hole for a few years. One would’ve never known that, because I stayed in the streets doing dumb shit just for the fun of it. I got kicked out of my grandma’s crib after kicking my uncle in the dick repeatedly, while he was sleep, for trying to touch me while I was sleeping. My grandma said she couldn’t handle my bad ass no more, and sent me to foster care, instead of checking her child molesting ass son.

  All the shit I’ve been through, I was gon’ make sure my baby girl ain’t ever have to worry about a thing. Holding her in my arms and rocking her, she was instantly relaxed. Looking at her, she looked just like me, and I had to smile at the irony.

  “You look just like Daddy, baby girl.” I smiled.

  “Who the fuck was at the door?” A nigga came around the corner asking. I had to chuckle. My boy, a nigga I’d done a lot of dirt with, was laid up with my baby momma. Shit was crazy, it be yo own niggas waiting on yo down fall. Was wondering why this nigga ain’t been around since I got knocked. He was too busy knocking my baby momma down.

  “How did you find out where I lived, Lucci? You can’t just be popping up here unannounced!” She screamed at me.

  “Why is my child looking like this? Y’all looking nice as shit, but my baby sitting in the middle of the floor, hair nappy, with a pamper on? How old is she? Why she still in pampers?” I fired off question after question. Mike stood there in shock, but I wasn’t even gon’ acknowledge that nigga. Shit, the proof was in the pudding.

  “Nigga, you can’t.” Mike started, and I shook my head.

  “You already know, nigga, don’t do that shit. I’m talking to my child’s mother.” I told him.