Free Boss Bitch Swag by Cynthia White Page B

see you again. I don’t want anybody I know to see you again. And i f I find out you’ve done somethin’ stupid like callin’ the cops , I’ll find you - and I'll kill you , ” I promised him, meaning every single word I spoke. “If I hear that you so much as waved to Jayla , I’ll kill you, yo wife Nancy, yo daughters Kelly and Blair , and yo ugly ass li ’ l dog Pepper.” I laid it all out and let him know that I ’ d done my homework. “You’re outta yo league , boy. Now get the fuck outta my face.”
     
    He ran out of there like his life depended on it. Why weak niggas try to be hard baffled the shit out of me. Kevin Ark wasn’t an intimidating man. I would estimate his height at around five - foot - nine and his weight at barely one hundred and thirty pounds ; I knew chicks bigger than that. I wasn ’ t impressed , an> nor was I the least bit frightened.
     
    I left the hotel and headed straight towards Kitty’s bar. When I got there , she was in the back going over some paperwork that would still be there the next day. She was about to get real busy real fast - m e and my dick were going to make sure of that.
     
    A s soon as I walked through the door , s he put her pen down – and o ur eyes locked. There wasn’t a doubt about it : I wanted her , and she wanted me. I stood there and watched her as she began to unbutton her blouse , going from button to button until there were no more left. Her breasts were magnificent. I couldn’t hold back any longer ; I rushed to her and lifted her body out of the chair and on to the desk. The journey inside of her was thrilling. She made me feel like a new man. It was better than any drug. I would have done anything to make that feeling last for life, but it wasn’t meant to be ; s ome people only come into your life for a season – and t hey’re usually the ones who make the biggest impact.
     
     

Chapter 16
     
     
    We spent that entire night in Kitty’s office. The next morning , she told me the real reason she ’d pulled away from me : s he was sick. For the last four and a half years , she ’ d been battling b reast c ancer. It didn’t look good. I understood then why she didn’t tell me. Before I knew the truth , all I wanted to do was have sex with her ; o nce I found out , I felt like I couldn’t even touch her. It wasn’t that I didn’t find her attractive anymore ; s he would always be the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on. I just couldn’t bring myself to cause her any more discomfort. She took one look at me and sensed the change – and j ust like that , it was over. Kitty wanted nothing else to do with me.
     
    Nine months later , she was dead.
     
    Kitty’s funeral was like a glass of ice water in the face : i t woke me up. I reminded myself how short life could be. Not even a year before , I was drinking Cristal with the beautiful woman now lying completely still in a casket. I felt like a punk for walking away from her. Somebody should have been with her. Somebody should have been holding her hand. I sat in that church and thought long and hard about my life. I wasn’t the man I wanted to be ; I was nowhere close.
     
    I was fucked up for a long ass time. Days came and went without me talking to another human being ; I didn’t feel like frontin’. Life had dealt me a fucked up hand, but I never once felt sorry for myself ; instead, I dealt with blow after blow like the ghetto trained niggas to d o . I didn’t cry. I didn’t even fall to my knees and ask G od why. I just acceptedn>.ust acc the shit and kept going. All the people I lost along the way became nightmares that I pretended not to remember in the morning.
     
    But Kitty’s death was different. She wasn’t a drug dealer or a prostitute ; s he was a good person whose only bad habit was having a few too many glasses of champagne. That was her big bad sin. She was perfect in every other way. If life didn’t play fair with a woman like her , then who the hell was I to