Can't Stop the Love of A Boss

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Murder had an attitude as he walked in the club. He would have preferred to be at home chilling after just touching down from the beautiful island of Jamaica. The island was one of his favorites to visit. He especially loved to look at the beautiful, thick women of the island. This time, the trip wasn’t for pleasure; it was strictly business. He had to meet with his Uncle Jimmy to discuss a few new transportation opportunities.

His Uncle Jimmy had stepped in as Murder’s father figure when his father was murdered. He loved his uncle as if he were his father just for him stepping in when he did. Murder would definitely be in jail or dead if his Uncle had never bothered to take an interest in him.

How did the shit go, bro? Pain asked his friend as he entered their designated section.

We’re about to shut the whole city down, nigga. There ain’t shit that’ll be sold in these streets if it’s not our shit. I hope you ready to step up as my right hand, Murder said as they sat down on one of the couches.

If you’re rocking, then I’m rolling. No bullshit, Pain said, smiling at the excitement of what the future would bring. Nigga, since you been gone dipping in that island ass, my black ass done found a good girl, Pain told his lifelong friend.

Your hoe ass don’t know what to do with a good girl, Murder told his boy and laughed.

Pain wasn’t exactly the relationship type of guy. They had known each other most of their lives. Neither of them were looking to be locked down, so hearing him say he found a good girl threw Murder for a loop.

How are you fellas doing tonight? the bottle girl said as she came over to the two friends sitting on the couch.

They both looked up at her. She was a cute one. Her body was nice, but it could’ve been better was the thought that came to Murder’s mind. Pain, on the other hand, was thinking of how she would look better if she was face down ass up in front of him right now.

Damn, beautiful, my night would be hella better if you tell me what time you go on break, Pain flirted.

Murder just shook his head because just that quick, this nigga had forgotten all about his so-called good girl. Murder watched as the bottle girl giggled and soaked up all the lies Pain was telling her.

I can go on break if I sell all these bottles, she said and pointed to the five bottles she had on the tray.

Pain dug in his pocket and pulled out a stack of hundreds. Standing up, he took the hundreds and slid them between her average sized breasts. He was sure to squeeze one of them just to see how she would react. Seeing her smile and bite her bottom lip let him know she was damn sure down for whatever. He watched her ass while she walked away.

Nigga, didn’t you just tell me you met a good girl? I know damn well that wasn’t who you were talking about, Murder said laughing.

Nah, that ain’t her. She said she was coming, but she don’t do clubs and shit like that, Pain said.

Murder looked at his friend like he was crazy. He felt bad for whoever this chick was that Pain was talking about. His boy was his brother, no doubt, but right now Murder thanked the lord he didn’t have a sister.

How you know she’s not here already? She could be. What you gonna do if she comes when you out there fucking the bottle hoe? Murder asked just to see if this fool had any kind of plan.

Shit, she’ll be alright until I get back. She knows better than to entertain any other nigga, Pain said.

So, she’s ya girl or something? Murder asked.

Hell yeah, that’s all me. She knows I’ll fuck her up for doing some shit like entertaining another nigga. As far as she knows, I’m a loyal nigga, Pain said.

Murder wasn’t gonna try to figure out the logic in what Pain had just said, so he left it alone. Knowing that he had a trail of women he could call on at any time himself didn’t exactly make him one to preach to his friend. The difference was that Murder would never let one of his hoes think that they were any kind of couple. He let it be known that they were a couple of people looking for a good nut. There was no reason for him to lie to any of them. He had seen firsthand how it was when a woman got too attached. Murder didn’t need that in his life right now.

The bottle girl came back over, grabbed Pain’s hand, and led him out of their section.

I’ll be back, Pain said and gave Murder a pound.

Do you, nigga, Murder said.

Murder stood in their section looking down at the dance floor. No doubt there were beautiful women out tonight. He could’ve easily just snatched up some chick and took her ass to the parking lot to fuck the dog shit out of her. For some reason, right now, he wasn’t feeling the ‘just a fuck’ thing tonight. That’s when he saw her. He had never seen her before. Yes, he had been out of town for four months, but damn.

Who the fuck is she? Murder thought. She was swaying to the music in her yellow dress that was cut at an angle at the bottom. Her right long, sexy leg was out for everyone to see.

On a mission, Murder tossed the rest of his drink back before he made his way to her. He walked fast but not too fast. Once he got to the floor, it felt like the crowd on the dance floor parted, giving him a direct path. He didn’t hear anything or see anything but her.

Her back was to him, so she had no idea that she was about to be wrapped up. Murder got to her and wrapped his arms around her. Not paying the tempo of the music any mind, they swayed from left to right. She was shorter than him, but not by a lot. In his mind she fit just perfectly.

The feeling of strong hands holding her tight along with the drinks and weed she had consumed all night had her floating. She could feel the stranger caressing her right leg as he ground his hard dick into the top of her ass. Instead of fighting the feelings or concentrating on the disappointment of being stood up tonight, she went with the flow. She laid her head back, closing her eyes and relaxing in a stranger’s arms. She could feel his nose caressing her exposed neck.

You smell fucking delicious, shawty, the stranger told her before kissing and licking on her neck.

She could only moan in response to what he said. Her damn panties were wet, but she wrote it off as a side effect of the drinks and weed. There was no way she came to a club to meet up with her fresh new boyfriend, and here she was being a hoe on the dance floor for a nigga she hadn’t even seen yet. Her mind fought with her and had finally won the battle. She removed his hands from her waist just to rush off to the bathroom like she was in dire need of using it.

What the fuck are you trying to do? Who the fuck was that? she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. Lord, please don’t let me be a big old hoe tonight, she prayed.

When Lawrynn came out tonight, she intended to chill with her boyfriend and meet his best friend for the first time. Pain was the apple of Lawrynn’s eye. They met at the laundry mat when her dryer had gone out. He helped her with her clothes, sweet talking the whole time she was there. They exchanged phone numbers, and things were off to a good start. Agreeing to come to the club was her way of trying to compromise and do new things at the same time.

It has to be this damn dress, she mumbled to herself.

She knew she shouldn’t have taken her cousin’s word when she told her the dress was just right for her to wear to the club. Now, here she was hiding in the bathroom from a stranger. Deciding it was best for her to just go home, she gathered herself and opened the door with hopes of escaping the club and the stranger she never saw. She was almost to the door when she heard her name called.

Yo, Lawrynn. How long you been here? she heard her boyfriend, Pain, ask as she turned around.

I’ve been here. You’re the one just getting here, she said with an attitude.

My bad, baby. I got caught up in some shit. Damn, you look good as fuck. You can’t wear that shit again, though. I can’t have niggas out here trying to snatch you away from me when we just got shit rolling good with us. Come up to our section so you can meet my brother from another, he told her and grabbed her hand without waiting for her to respond.

Pain lead her to the section above the dance floor. There was definitely more room up there, Lawrynn noticed.

Babygirl, this is my brother from another, Murder. Murder, this is my good girl, Lawrynn, Pain introduced them.

Hi, nice to meet you, Lawrynn said.

What the fuck? Oh, hell nah is the first thing that came to Murder’s mind. How the hell did he almost fuck his homie’s girl on the dance floor? He nodded, understanding that her relationship with Pain was the reason she took off for the bathroom so damn fast. He also understood that she was his man’s woman even if the nigga didn’t deserve her.

Nice to meet you, shawty. I’m out, man, Murder said then dapped up Pain before leaving the club.

I guess he doesn’t like me, she told Pain.

Nah, it ain’t nothing like that. He’s just a complicated nigga, that’s all, Pain told her.

Lawrynn took a seat on the couch. All of a sudden, the way that Murder guy said the word shawty played in her head over and over. He sounded familiar, but she knew she had never met him before. She brushed it off and decided she needed to stop drinking for the night.

2

Lawrynn sat on the trunk of the car waiting for Pain to bring his ass so they could go to her mother’s cookout. They had been together for almost two years now. Things were lovely as far as she could tell. There weren’t any signs of him creeping or entertaining other women, which was both surprising and refreshing to Lawrynn.

Her last boyfriend had left a bad taste in her mouth with having women call or approach her to tell her what they had been doing with her man. When that relationship ended, she told herself she would never subject herself to that kind of torture ever again. She tried to stay on her p’s and q’s to spot anything before she could be blindsided like she was before.

About a year later, she met Patrick Pain Gordon. Pain was the right hand to the man around town. He was more so the calm one of the two. She had been seeing him around town for as long as she could remember, but it wasn’t until the day her dryer went out while she was washing clothes that she met Pain. She was struggling to get the heavy-ass, wet clothes into the laundry mat that was next to the barbershop where Pain got his hair cut. He came out and saw her struggling.

After offering help, he stuck around and chopped it up with her while her clothes dried. He was sure to get her phone number before she pulled off that day. Since then, they had been stuck together like a stripper’s ass to a pole.

You riding on the trunk, or are you getting ya ass in the car? Pain asked, bringing her out of her trip down memory lane.

The whole being an asshole when talking to her was something new that she was trying hard to deal with.

All you had to say was that you were ready. Keep all that extra shit to ya self, she said as she got