URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga

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In Love With A Boss Nigga

Shantel Johnson

© 2015 Sensual Ink Publishing

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

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Tiffany, Sienna and Derrick just stood there in the lobby of the building staring at each other. Tiffany and Sienna with tears in their eyes and Derrick standing there drenched with an I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude. Tiffany could not speak. When she tried, she just blew puffs of air with no words or sounds. Sienna breaks the awkward silence and says, “I guess we need a new motto. “If you like fucking Sienna, then you will love fucking Tiffany.” Sienna shook her head, turned and walked away, drowning out the sound of Derrick’s voice as he was shouting out something behind her back.

***

Tiffany and Sienna have been best friends ever since they met on the first day of school in second grade at Harper’s Elementary School, a local elementary school in the suburbs of Baltimore. Their friendship survived all of the adolescent drama of middle school, the ups and downs of high school and the building of lifelong friendships in college. Their motto was “If you didn’t like Tiff, then you didn’t like Sin.” They were always together and often mistaken for sisters. Their lives paralleled each other. They graduated college together. They got engaged around the same time. They got married around the same time and they even got divorced around the same time. They were each other’s support system through all of the ups and downs of their lives. Their bond was tight, unbreakable, even though they were opposites in so many ways.

Nothing could break up their friendship. There were times when they got mad at each other and did not speak for days. Eventually they would make up as if nothing ever happened and usually neither one of them could remember why they were upset with the other one. Every year they would vacation together. They took their annual trip to The Essence Festival in New Orleans. The day after Thanksgiving they would kick off the shopping season by going to New York for the weekend for Black Friday shopping and a little club hopping.

Tiffany grew up with her parents and her older sister and older brother in an affluent neighborhood in Columbia, a suburb of Baltimore. Tiffany was aggressive, outspoken, and sarcastic. She always stayed dressed in the latest trends by the hottest designers. She always spoke her mind and didn’t really care about whose feelings would get hurt. This attitude usually got her in trouble in her personal life but professionally it helped lead to her success in the corporate world. At the height of her career, president of a major marketing firm, she has decided that she wants to focus on her career. She was not looking for a relationship and she was not looking to get married. She already tried that and luckily escaped without getting pregnant. She loves her independence and has only a few uses for men in her life.

Sienna, on the other hand, was the opposite. She was raised by a single overprotective mother in a typical middle class neighborhood. Sienna’s mother worked hard as a teacher to make sure that Sienna had everything that she needed to keep up with the rest of the kids in the suburbs. She tried to teach Sienna to be independent and take care of herself. As a teenager, Sienna’s mother kept her from negative influences, as she called them, by not allowing her to go anywhere. She was only allowed to go out with Tiffany and Tiffany’s family.

When she was away from home, she had to constantly check in with her mother to reassure her mother that she was not getting into trouble and to let her mother know that she was where she said she would be. Sienna is subtle, soft spoken and an overall people pleaser. Unlike Tiffany, she rarely spoke her mind. Sometimes her soft-spoken personality would be taken for a sign of weakness. She would allow things to build up inside and once she had enough, she would explode. That was when she was most like Tiffany. She was also successful in her career as a guidance counselor at a local middle school. After her failed marriage, Sienna was heartbroken and would like nothing more than to be married again and have children this time. She wants to be that loving supportive wife that is waiting at home for her husband.

***

After an all-day meeting in downtown Baltimore, Tiffany and few of her co-workers decide to head down to a bar in Fells Point for Happy Hour. While there enjoying her second or third Blue Goose, her favorite drink, a concoction composed of pineapple juice, Grey Goose and Hypnotic, she notices a man staring at her. She rolls her eyes, looks away and continues to laugh and joke with her co-workers about memorable moments of the meeting that they could not discuss during the actual business meeting. The staring gentleman clearly wasn’t her type. Yes, he was attractive. He was tall, but most men were compared to Tiffany when she didn’t have on her six inch Michael Kors pumps. He had a nice body. He wasn’t too thin and he was muscular with a muscular jaw. He had a deep brown smooth complexion, her weakness, and he was dressed nicely in his fresh ivory colored linen outfit and his expensive tan colored Italian shoes. Tiffany peeped all of that while chatting and drinking with her co-workers. But the people he was with were the reason that Tiffany took notice of him. They were wearing baseball caps adorned with the authenticity labels on the lapel and non-designer oversized clothes with expensive sneakers. ‘Thugs!’ she thought to herself. ‘He must be the ringleader; in fact, he must be the head drug dealer and those are his corner people.’ She laughed at the scenario that she had made up for the group of young men that were clearly celebrating something. She thought, they couldn’t be half bad. After all, they did choose this upscale bar.

Jonathan, her executive assistant, had just came back from the men’s room. Jonathan, while African American and from the hood, which was a fact that he was very proud of, was very professional. He was twenty-five, a year younger than Tiffany and about a foot taller than her. He stood in front of Tiffany, grabbed both of her hands, looked into her eyes and said with his best hood accent, “Hey Tiff! That gentleman over there, the one who has been staring at you since we arrived, wants to know “Wassup witcha’ home girl over dere?” Jonathan burst out into an uncontrollable laughter. Tiffany, not amused, snatches her hands away from Jonathan while he is balled over laughing. Tiffany looks over and the gentleman is staring straight at her as if he is waiting for his answer. At that moment, Tiffany decides to just walk over there and get rid of this man for herself because she was never one to hold her tongue. She looked at Jonathan and said, “Watch this.”

With Blue Goose confidence, Tiffany sauntered over towards the gentleman keeping her eyes only on him. When she got to his group of friends who were standing in a little circle around him, she pushed through them and stood in front of her admirer.

In her best hood accent, she said to him, “So wassup’ wit chu?”

She could hear her co-workers snickering at the bar and she could hear his friends complaining that this chick had just pushed them to get to their boy.

Her admirer smiled, laughed and said, “I know you saw me watching you all evening. My name is Capone. Yo you are just my type. Can I get your number so I can call you?”

Tiffany smugly smiled and in her most professional sarcastic voice said, “Well thank you Mr. Capone. My name is Tiffany but I’m not sure you are my type. I mean you are cute and everything but honestly I’m not sure if you are ready for a woman like me.”

Capone and his friends laugh, “Now Miss Tiffany,” he said, “you don’t know anything about me. If you give me an opportunity to get to know you, you can get to find out whether or not I am your type. Honestly Miss Tiffany you may not be ready for a man like me.”

Tiffany is impressed and intrigued. He was attractive and he came back at her with a taste of her own medicine. She thought, ‘What harm would it do to give him my number. Plus it would give me and Sienna something to laugh about.’ She reaches into the pocket of her dress and pulls out one of her business cards and puts it in his hand.

“Call me some time and perhaps we can do business.” She reaches out her hand to shake his. “It was nice to meet you Mr. Capone.”

Capone sticks his hand out to shake her hand but he then pulls her into him. He whispers in her ear, “It was very nice to meet you too Miss Tiffany. You are going to be mine. I’ll call you tomorrow. Look forward to my call.”

His lips touching Tiffany’s ear brought chills through her body. As she walked back to her co-workers, never looking back, she thought, ‘Damn I can’t wait until tomorrow.’

***

The next day was a Saturday. Tiffany woke up that morning, changed into some workout clothes and went into her at home gym to go for a run on her treadmill. The night before she came home and went directly to bed. She was tired. She had a long day and about four drinks. She knew it was early but she looked at her phone several times during her workout to see if she had any missed calls from numbers that she did not know, but there was nothing. So she called Sienna to tell her all about her evening.

Sienna said, “Tiff, I don’t know why you even bothered to give him your number. You said he was with a group of thuggish looking people. You must have been drunk. You know thugs dress nice too. Capone? Girl, you KNOW his momma did not name him that.”

Tiffany said, “I’m telling Sin. There is something about him that has me curious. I’m just trying to have fun right now. Let me go slumming. I bet the sex might be good. He had beautiful chocolate brown skin and nice full lips. Let me explore my options. It’s not like I’m going to marry him. He probably has like 20 kids.”

For the next hour, they talked and laughed about him, their ex-husbands and other men and boys that they had encountered over the years. They always talked for hours over the phone and they usually made a point to talk everyday whether it was in person or over the phone. They ended the conversation finalizing the plans for their trip to New Orleans and discussing their plans for the rest of the day and night. The plan was that later that night they would meet at Tiffany’s house and go out to a club in D.C. with a group of their friends. Throughout her busy day, Tiffany continued to wait for her anticipated call that did not come. ‘Just like the rest of them.’ She thought and she went on to get ready for her night out with her friends.

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