URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (63 page)

“How do you figure that? You just met the girl and already judging her.” She responded.

“Listen, who’s side are you on?” I had to ask.

“You know I am all down for you. You don’t even have to ask that.”

“Good.” We walked out of the boutique and I decided to take a few pictures, never know when I will need them to sabotage a bitch.

“Her husband is sexy.” Crystal thirsted after Ceena’s man Roderick.

“He sure is. Guess I can make him my MCM next week.” I responded with a smile.

“What am I going to do with you, girl.” Crystal laughed. “Messy, messy, messy.” She shook her head at me.

For the rest of my day, I observed Queenz Boutique and went directly to the blogs to see what was being said about the opening of a new shopping place on Peachtree. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Roderick though, he was damn good looking and being the single woman that I pride myself in being, he was making me want to do some of the nastiest things to his body. I don’t know what he sees in Ceena. I mean she is no match for my slim frame. She wears glasses on her round face, kind of thick in the hip area, but slim everywhere else. She put you in the mind of Tika Sumpter. Okay, you got me, I can’t front, the chick Ceena has it altogether. That’s why I can’t stand New Yorkers; they feel like they can go anywhere and take over. Sorry boo, but that is just not going to work on my watch.

Whew, the past few weeks after the grand opening of Queenz Boutique have been hectic. My girl is a mere perfectionist to the tee. I mean she has slaved in that boutique day and night making it perfect each day for clients. So far everything seems to be working out and money is flowing in. Who knew that making this move to Atlanta would be beneficial for us financially? Too bad I can’t say it has worked wonders on our relationship.

I’m not the type of dude who feels intimidated when his woman is out there making the money and I handle the home front. I mean, I work from home most of the time as an author, in which, lately I have been slacking. Ever since Ceena and I moved down here, it has been all about making her dream a reality. Therefore, I have not had time to write any new material in over a year. Like I said, I’m not complaining, just want to pick up where I left off so no one thinks I need my woman’s support financially. I hold my own.

Times like tonight, where I am sitting alone with dinner ready to go and candles lit, while my girl is at that damn boutique hosting a waist training party. I went right to Instagram to enter in #QueenzBoutique and I saw women of all shapes and sizes either modeling my wife’s clothing or wearing a corset. There was one post I noticed that was not there a few days ago. I clicked it and was surprised that someone actually hated on the place. There were pictures of my wife standing out-front of her place of business sweeping the front area. The caption read something about Queenz Boutique is owned by out-of-towners with no sense of the fashion in the dirty south. It continued on to say that our clothes were not of good quality and cheaply put together. I sat up in my seat as I sipped my wine and clicked the page that had posted the picture. Unfortunately the page was a decoy page and only used to talk trash about boutiques in the area.

I kindly hit up the page with my own and inquired why lies were being told. Surprisingly, I got a response right away. The person basically said they felt that Queenz Boutique was invading on their turf and felt as if the owner thought she was better than the rest because she offered something different.

I replied back just as quickly letting them know that that was not the case. In the end of the discussion, the decoy apologized and offered me a fair chance face to face just to make peace. Giving the side eye to this unknown, I declined politely, letting them know that I do not meet random people through apps.

All of a sudden I got a direct message. Clicking the link, it was a picture of a beautiful woman in a bikini. I looked a little harder and asked if that was her in the picture. She responded with a simple yes. She asked if I remembered her and at first I didn’t until she refreshed my memory. I had met her at the grand opening two months ago. She said her name was Augustina. She owned the boutique across the street.

Okay, now it was all making sense. I do remember her, and I do remember the shade she was throwing my girl’s way the day of the opening. Just to ease up a little pressure between the two, I decided to take Augustina up on her offer, just not right now. I would have to speak to Ceena about it first. That is, whenever we have time to have a decent conversation. Shit, we haven’t even had sex since the opening. A man has needs.

It was going on 10 pm when I decided to phone Ceena to see what time she was coming in. When she picked up the phone, I could hear nothing but laughter in the background.

“Seems like you are enjoying yourself, babe. But my question to you is, when can I expect you home. Daddy is lonely and feeling kind of freaky.” I said to her in a low tone, trying to pass the hint along that I wanted some of that sweet mouth she has.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, but we decided to go out for drinks after we shut down the waist-training party. I’m sorry, I didn’t think I would be long so I didn’t call you but I swear I was just about to call you.” Ceena said still giggling like a high schooler hanging out with friends.

“Well that still does not answer my question, when will you be home?” I asked again.

“Come on, Roderick. This is my first time out and I am enjoying myself. I have been busting my ass all year just to make sure life is great for us in the long-run, so please let me enjoy this one time of fun. I promise to make it up to you this weekend.” She purred into the phone.

I gave in eventually and stopped begging for her to come home to me. Maybe I was being a little pest, but she has to understand that I want to spend time with my woman.

Shortly after hanging up the phone with Ceena, I went back to Instagram and right to Augustina’s real page. I browsed through most of her pictures and had to stop on the one with her in a sexy bondage dress and black heels. Her legs seem to lead right up to a nice plump ass. Damn. I said to myself as I lusted over her body. It seemed like her eyes were looking right up at me. I shook my head and closed my phone, but not before I hit Augustina up and told her to meet me tomorrow night at Cashmere’s, a restaurant not too far from downtown Atlanta.

It was now 12am and still no Ceena. I went up to my bedroom and layed in the bed alone. I started dozing off with thoughts of Augustina and that dress in my head. I took off my boxers and wife beater and began rubbing over my chest and down my nice six pack leading right into a bigger muscle, a ten inch monster that was throbbing for a place to enter. I stroked it slowly and delicately trying to build up the momentum as I imagined myself undressing Augustina.

I imagined her sweet puckered lips wrapped around my entire girth, circling it with her tongue. Deep throating me to the back of her throat, damn this shit felt so real. So real that I actually thought I was feeling the bobbing of her head between my thighs. I sped up the pace and kept my eyes closed as I was about to explode in her mouth.

“You know damn well not to mess up my hair, let me get on top so I can take you to a place that only I can.” I knew the shit was too good to be true. I opened my eyes to see Ceena raising her body on top of mine.

“What the fuck, babe, when did you get home.” I looked over at the clock that now read 2am.

“I been home taking care of this dick for the past half an hour. Who did you think it was.” She asked as she began grinding herself onto my deflating dick.

“I know damn well your ass didn’t beg me to come home to this?” Ceena asked, making me feel insecure for the moment.

“Nah, I’m not in the mood anymore, that’s what happened.” I responded.

“Whatever, I’m about to go shower anyway and call it a night.” Ceena jumped off of me and ran into the shower. Before she even got out, I was back to sleep with thoughts of Augustina on my mind.

“Girl, when I tell you that I have been busy with this shop, I can tell you that I barely have time for birdbaths, I mean I just literally squat over the sink, wash and then I’m back to the drawing board to figure out my next move in this industry.” I laughed with my best friend, Darlene, on the phone.

It has been a long time since we have seen each other, pretty much since I left New York. I miss my girl. When Roderick is not there for me, then Darlene is a good temporary replacement. I lean on her for everything. She has been my best friend since middle school. She was with me through the heartbreak of Byron and also there when Roderick stole my heart away.

“You are too damn much.” She laughed along with me. “So what is Roderick saying about not having enough time to please him in the bedroom? You know he has his needs as a man.”

“He complains but he completely understands that as a business woman in Atlanta, I have to make business my first priority so that we can succeed in the long-run.” As far as I know, everything is good on this end.

“I hear you but I know how men can get when they are not being taken care of at home.” Always like Darlene to let me know her thoughts on my relationship. What kills me is that she doesn’t even have a man and is always the first one to give some kind of relationship advice.

“Well, like I said, we good over here.” I let her know.

“Aight, I hear you, sis. But I have to finish my shift and I will see you in a few weeks.” Darlene rushed me off the phone since her lunch break was ending. I don’t know why she is still working at that damn factory when I have offered her time and time again to go into business with me.

Feeling a little tired, I still decided to go into my study to look for ideas for my next item to sell, well looking for inspiration I should say, I don’t want you guys to get the feeling as if I don’ t do my own work.

Leaving my beautifully decorated living room, I head into the study which is a few steps away from the bedroom. Roderick is not home at the moment, in fact, I don’t know where he is but my mind cannot worry about his whereabouts when there is money to be made. For the past week and a half, Roderick has been coming in after 11 p.m.

Not the least bit worried or stressed because I know I have a good man on my arms, I decide to give him his space. Maybe he takes these nights out because he feels intimidated by Queenz. The first few nights out, he did tell me that he goes into the 24 hour café to motivate his mind to write. I hope he figures it out, whatever it is that he is going through because I don’t have time to cater to a man while trying to build an empire for us.

The clocks now read 1:00 A.M and still no Roderick. After searching Instagram for inspiration, I uploaded a few of my pictures of my boutique and told anyone who found me on Instagram to use a certain code word and I would give them a discount. I closed my laptop and iPhone down for the night. I took a nice hot shower to calm me down and then climbed into bed, alone. I didn’t even get a chance to fall asleep for long because I heard Roderick entering our home. I pulled the covers up to my neck and drifted off. Tomorrow I will ask him what brought him in these doors after hours this time.

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The next morning, I woke up and dressed for work as usual. I looked over at Roderick as he slept. A smile creeped upon my face at seeing my handsome man sleeping shirtless like I love for him to do. I leaned down and kissed him on his lips. He turned over and smiled, but didn’t wake.

Grabbing my purse, I left out of the door at precisely 7am for an early opening sale that I had advertised last week. I know not many boutique owners are doing what I am, but I came here to win, and winning is what I have been doing.

It was a Saturday morning, and usually traffic is down or nonexistent near my boutique this early. As I made my way to my store, I noticed cars were parked and even double parked down the block, causing me to have to park elsewhere and not in front of my location like I normally would.

I walked down the block and noticed that people were standing all in front of my store, and also at the boutique across the street. Unsure of what was going on, I asked one of the people who were standing around what this line was all about. I knew not many were going to be awake this early just for an early bird special at my store.

“Oh, everyone is here for Augustina’s showroom. She is having a giveaway all morning and knowing that Augustina is the hot shot of clothing down this way, everybody showed up for an exclusive.” The young, ratchet chick with a rainbow colored lace-front said.

“An exclusive? Like what?” I inquired more, growing angry by the minute.

“Well, there is this reality star that is supposed to premier her own clothing line through Augustina’s showroom. Everyone is outside waiting for the reality star to show up.”

“Oh, well who is this star?” I asked as I pulled out my keys to unlock the shop.

“Girl, I don’t know. All I heard was that a star was going to be in the area and I came right down. I don’t ask questions when fame or free stuff comes my way.” She said as she walked off in the direction of her friends who were sitting inside of a car smoking.

“This bitch did this shit on purpose.” I mumbled aloud. She pulls a stunt like this on the same day and same time as I am supposed to have an early bird sale. I continued to mumble for the next few minutes until I realized that my mind was so far gone that I was having difficulty with opening my door. Something was wrong with the lock. I kept trying to stick my key in and it was not going in at all. I picked up the lock and noticed that it was tampered with. “What the fuck?” I said to myself.

“Good morning, neighbor.” I heard someone say from behind me.

Pissed off, I turned around to face the voice. “You think you’re funny.” I huffed as I saw it was Augustina.

“What are you talking about?” She asked with a devilish grin on her face. “All I said was good morning. I guess you are not a morning person.”

“Bitch, play slick all you want. What happened to my lock and why the hell are you doing an event at the same time as I am? You knew I was doing an early bird special on this day.” I vented.