Turned Out By A Boss(2)

Without asking any more questions, Denim got in the car and put on her seatbelt. She knew something wasn't right. There was never a time Kuazie’s attitude just flipped like that when she was around not to mention the distant look he had in his eyes. As much as she wanted to know what happened she knew now wasn’t the time. She watched as he clenched his jaw the entire time he drove. Rubbing the back of his neck and his shoulder she tried to calm him.

“Whatever it was its fine. Don't let it work you up,” she offered to him.

Kuazie looked at her and just like that his eyes softened. Grabbing her hand, he kissed the back of it before placing both of their hands down with their fingers still interlocked.

“I gotta go but I'm gonna text you tonight, okay?” Denim nodded.

“Go in the house. I love you.”

“I love you too,” She replied throwing her arms around his neck hugging him. “Can I have a kiss?” She asked smiling and he laughed nodding his head.

Placing her lips on his, she smiled as he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. The kiss turned heated as they both fought for dominance before Denim pulled away. “Don't forget to text me,” She said waving her finger in his face.

“I won't. I promise.”

Denim stared at him for a while before pecking his lips and getting out of the car. Kuazie watched as she went in the house before pulling off.

He knew his decisions were going to catch up with him sooner than later and he refused to get Denim involved. The lifestyle he chose for himself was something that he refused to let her be apart of. She was a good girl, educated and had ambition. Too much ambition to be stuck dealing with the drama and pain his life was sure to bring. The last thing he wanted was for harm to be brought to her in anyway so he knew what needed to be done. Pulling out his phone, he went to his messages and went to her name.

Denim,

I don't want you to think for one second that I don't love you because I do. Too much actually. I tell you all the time how no other girl will ever have my heart and I meant that. When it comes to me, no one can compete with you, baby. That's how deep my love for you runs.

The last thing I want is to ever see you in pain or heart broken because it'll eat me alive. That's why I know we can't be together. You deserve better. You got way too much going for you and I refuse to suck you into my life and hold you back from becoming something great. I don't want you to think for one second that this isn't hard for me because it is but we need to go our separate ways. You need to be with somebody where you never have to worry about your life being in danger and you can walk freely. With me you can't do that, I got a lot of shit going on right now and I couldn't handle it if something was to happen to you on my behalf. Please, don't hold this against me because I'm doing this for you, for us.

I love you, ma.

Turned out

Denim

"Damn babe." Rico huffed as he laid back on the bed to catch his breath.

Kissing down his chest, Denim wasted no time putting Rico's dick in her mouth swallowing him whole. "You must've really missed a nigga," he hissed.

"Mhmm." she hummed as she concentrated on the task at hand, making him cum.

Rico watched as she sucked him off slowly taking her time coating his love muscle with her saliva and tasting her sweet nectar that was left on him from their f*ck session.

Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed her down further loving the fact that she didn't gag as he answered his ringing phone.

"Hello." He barely got out as he felt her deep throating him. “I’m on my way, I'll be there in thirty." he said hanging up as he came in Denim's mouth and she gladly swallowed his kids.

Getting up, she watched as he went into the bathroom connected to her room and washed up at the sink. She couldn't believe this was the man she was willing to lay her life down for, yet she couldn't even get him for a whole day without any interruptions.

“So let me guess, you're leaving. Just like that, our time gets cut short because your phone rings,” she said attitude evident in her voice.

“Don't start. I have to go.” Rico said walking around the room getting dress.

Now standing in front of the full length mirror Denim watched as Rico looked at his outfit and couldn't help but to admire his looks. Rico stood at 6’0, light skin complexion with hazel green eyes with a curly fade, you could tell he worked out by his medium build. Rocking a pair of faded blue G-Star jeans that sagged a little off his waist with a crisp white Tee and white Air Force One's Denim knew his looks played a major part in what kept her with him. Staring at him he'd put you in the mind frame of Love &Hip Hop Hollywood's star Fizz but a much sexier version.

"I'm out. Walk me to the door," he said pulling her up gently.

Slowly trailing behind him Denim’s emotions started to surface. Not knowing if she was disappointed or just plain angry. Rico pulled her in for a hug as they stood by the door. “Fix your face. Look how about I come back here tonight after I leave the club?” he reasoned.

“You better be here Rico. I don't have time for your lies because at this point you really treading on thin ice with me,” she said pointing her finger at his face.

“What you mean I'm treading on thin ice? Denim stop playing with me you know like I know your little sexy ass ain't going nowhere.”