Turned Out By A Boss(16)

“You cannot blame me for that. I didn't ask for him to be diagnosed with stomach cancer. So stop blaming me.” Rico yelled with tears streaming down his face.

“But you could've spent his last days with him like he begged you to.” She cried.

Rico

Not being able to handle the guilt he was feeling from hurting not only Daena but doing Deena so wrong throughout their marriage. Rico decided to just get away for a few days. He laid cooped up at the Ramada Inn on 8th ave in Manhattan.

“What's on your mind?” Sarai asked as she came out the bathroom water still dripping from her body.

"Just thinking about some shit,” Rico answered watching as she dropped the towel standing in front of him.

“Well let me help to ease your mind.”

“Nah I'm cool. Look I'm out.” He said leaving Sarai annoyed and horny as he exited the hotel room he'd been occupying.

Going home Rico was shocked to see Deena already there and cooking. He sat on the counter and watched as she bent over to check what she had in the oven.

“Oh shit. You scared me, make noise next time,” she said holding her chest walking over to him and greeting him with a kiss on the lips.

Rico laughed. “I'm just shocked you cooking.” He shrugged. “Let me find out you showing out for your sister.” He teased.

“Actually, Daena left. She said something about needing alone time to herself.” Deena shrugged.

Rico shook his head. “So she just left?”

“Yeah, apparently she ran into an old ex. I don't understand that though because she didn't grow up here and she barely comes to New York, you know North Carolina is where her life is but she said she needs to get herself together.” Deena explained as Rico ignored her.

"So what got you cooking?"

"Boy. Stop acting like I don't cook. You know you eat lovely over here." she boasted.

Rico smiled. "Yeah I do. You make sure daddy fed."

"Daddy? I don't know about all that now."

"Yeah, daddy. I remember when you use to love calling me that. In and out the bedroom. Hell, you use to cook naked too. What happened to all that?" Rico asked grabbing her waist pulling her close.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she bit her lip as if she was thinking about her answer. "You stopped being a daddy when you stopped coming home as much. I called you daddy when you were handling your shit. As far as cooking naked that stopped when you stopped making it home for dinner."

"What if I tell you I’m ready to stop f*cking up."

She sighed removing her arms. "It takes action, Ricardo."

Rico watched as she checked the food before grabbing plates out of the cabinet. He knew a lot of things pertaining to his marriage was messed up because of him and his decisions. There was a time when Deena would be waiting for him naked as the day she was born with dinner on the table and a warm bath ready. Not to mention, ready to please him at all cost. He sat watching her with determination. They were gonna get back to that point if it was the last thing he did.

Denim

Denim’s due date was approaching in a few days and she still had some last minute things to do regarding her hospital stay like getting her hair done. She was so set on not looking a busted up mess as she brought her baby into the world. She refused to be anything less than fabulous as she pushed out her soon to be pride and joy out. So doing what she felt was right, she headed to the hair salon.

“Hi, welcome to hair magic. How may we assist you today?” Greeted the receptionist causing Denim to smile at her upbeat personality.

"Hi, I have an appointment with Jayla.” she said watching the receptionist walk off.

As much as Denim hated coming to hair magic she knew no other salon could get her right. Hair magic was a business venture of none other than Rico himself and if that wasn't enough it was placed directly in the hood. Something was always bound to pop off in there so Denim mainly stayed away buy right now she needed this. She was determined to have her hair slayed during this delivery and knew Jayla was the only one for the job.

“Come on, Jayla’s ready for you.” said the overly excited receptionist.

Jayla was a little thing at probably no more than 5 feet and 110 pounds but that didn't stop her from being sassy. Even being so little with not really much of a shape she never had a problem getting anybody because of how pretty she was. Jayla had this thing about her where as she knew she was the shit and according to Denim when it came to doing hair she was the best.

“Oh, so now you come see me. I shouldn't even do your hair.”

"Don't blame me, blame this baby.” Jayla side eyed Denim causing her to laugh.

Like most hair stylist and clients, the two formed not only a friendship but a bond. After covering Denim with a smock, Jayla wasted no time laying her talented hands to Denim’s head.

“So wassup with the overly hyperactive receptionist?” Asked Denim.

“Girl, I don't know.” Jayla sighed dramatically. “She gets on my damn nerves. Little girl be way to excited for me. Just too much energy.” she expressed as she got started on Denim’s head.

They continued their girl talk until the door chimed alerting everyone that someone had entered. Denim couldn't tell who it was because of the way she was faced but she didn’t miss the eye roll from Jayla as she watched her through the mirror. Sensing the change in Jayla’s mood and how rough she began to get Denim spoke.