Turned Out By A Boss(3)

Denim and Rico had what some would call a very complicated relationship. It was as if she knew she would never be his main priority, however as long as she had him when she needed him and when she wanted him she didn't care about the sacrifices and madness she had to go through in order to be with him. Rico loved Denim and has explained that to her on many occasions. It's just that his love for his wife Deena was much stronger.

“Babe I said I'll be here, so I'll be here.” Kissing her lips, he lightly tapped her on the butt before leaving out the door with not so much as an I love you or second thought.

“I love you.” Denim said as she held the door open watching as he jumped in his all black Range Rover and sped off.

A single tear slid down her face as she thought about what her life could be or better yet who she could be with. At the tender age of twenty Denim had dudes breaking their neck just to get a hi from her. A brown skin beauty was what she was. With her cocoa colored smooth skin, brown eyes, and angelic smile Denim was gorgeous. At 5'4 and 150 pounds Denim was what you called thick. Having a firm D cup and wearing a 12 in jeans her body was stacked just right.

With looks came attention and in Denim's case that wasn't a good thing. Denim was what you called young and na?ve. For example, here she was playing side chick to a married man who claimed he loves her but every time his wife called he went running. While she was willing to give him her all and satisfy his every need, he was focused on doing the same thing just with his wife.

Rico was someone Denim felt like she needed because at the time that he’d come into her life she was facing many demons and didn't have an escape. With no one to turn to or to confide in Rico became her escape. What started as simple conversation quickly turned into many secret nights of meeting up in different hotel rooms, but then again as the saying goes a shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on.

“Get it together girl you knew what it was from jump,” She told herself as more tears began to fall.

Rico

I'ma pull up, eat on that * and dip

I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt

Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk

And keep her on my side like a f*ckin' hip

She gon' make sure I survive, she gon' do it well

Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt

She just want me to keep them lies all to myself

Word, she gon' help me like she's Santa's elves

She gon' look over these bitches like terms and conditions

I'ma move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley

I'ma f*ck her then hold on to her like she was missin'

I'ma pull on that wavy hair cause it's Indian Remy

I grab the key, she wanna ride with me

She tied the knot so she can die with me

She say she can do the same thing as 5 bitches

(So what you do?) So I went and fired them 5 bitches

She the B-E-S-T, best

She ride me, 200 on that * like a T-Rex

I won't stop lovin' her, no way, no way, I'ma invest

In her

(What you tell em Thugger?)

Rico listened to Rich Gang’s Tell Em singing along as he rode down Hillside boulevard going towards one of the many businesses he owned which so happened to be a popular night club called The Capitol.

Feeling the vibration of his phone he looked down towards the cup holder where it sat vibrating and lighting up and contemplated answering. Weighing his options to either ignore the call and deal with the drama that was to be followed or to get it over with now by just answering and seeing what was so important. Choosing to answer he picked up his black iPhone 6s checking the screen again for the caller’s name all the while in his head hoping it had changed.

“Hello,” He spoke turning down his volume on the radio.

“When are you coming home?” His wife Deena asked.

Blowing a frustrated breath out Rico rolled his eyes. “Look I'm busy right now, what you want because I know that's not what you called me for.”

Rico pulled into his parking spot at his nightclub The Capitol waving at a few people in passing. With his phone still to his ear, he entered the club seeing his workers on the job earning their pay as he liked to put it.

“Hey, Rico.”

Looking behind him he smiled at one of his bartenders Sarai as she passed him.

“Hey, baby girl. Come to my office in ten minutes. We need to talk.” He spoke not once stopping.

“Rico! You're not even listening, see this is the problem. You know what stay wherever you are with whatever bitch you're with. I'm done.” Deena screamed in his ear before hanging up.

Rico was used to Deena and her tantrums so her screaming she was done did nothing to him. He knew no matter what he did and how many nights he stayed out Deena’s na?ve ass was gonna be at home waiting for him with dinner done.

“Knock. Knock.”

Looking up Rico smiled seeing Sarai standing in the doorway of his office. Staring at her body that was clad in a baby tee and small Jean shorts that did nothing to hide her sexy shape Rico felt himself becoming aroused. Refocusing his attention, he started to fumble through the paperwork on top of his desk.

“So what you wanted to talk about boss?” She asked coming around the desk sitting in his lap.

“Chill. I called you in here cause tonight the clubs having a re-grand opening, I need you on point.”