Free Boss Bitch Swag by Cynthia White

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