Turned Out By A Boss(32)

Ignoring her, he pushed his way past her. Looking around, he was pleased with the way she was living. He couldn't front like her little set up wasn't cute. It wasn't on the level of what he could do for her but it was cute none the less.

“You done inspecting my house?” she asked. Standing behind him with her arms folded on her chest and a mug on her face.

“For now, I am.”

Denim watched as he sat down getting comfortable taking his shirt off and kicking his feet up. She couldn't believe of all people HE was sitting in her living room right now. A face she was praying to never see again. Kicking his feet off her table, she walked by him heading to her room not before he sent a hard smack to her ass.

“Fix that attitude while you back there.” he yelled out to her.

“Fuck you,” Denim screamed back. Hurriedly she dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt. Grabbing her sneakers, she quickly slipped her feet into them. “You gotta go. I need to go get my baby,” she said even though she really didn't, Treasure’s Aunty Fay was probably happy to have little Rhia’s company.

“Go ahead. I'll be here when you get back.”

Watching him lay back and grab the tv remote she let out a scream before walking to the door. She knew it wasn't gonna be easy to get rid of him. When his mind was set it was no turning back and, by the way, he got so comfortable he'd come for a reason and wasn't leaving until it's known. Slamming the door behind her, she got into her car and drove to get Rhia. Even though she didn't want to leave him in her house, she knew she had nothing to worry about.

Chapter 11

Denim stepped out of her car and slowly walked up the driveway to Aunty Fay’s house. Looking around, she scrunched up her face. She thought her little house was in the ghetto. Aunty Fay was stationed right in the middle of what looked to be nothing of drug deals, fights and shoot outs. Growing up in New York she'd seen her fair share of the grimy streets. Especially hanging in Brooklyn but this right here was sad. Black people move to the South for a better living but this here was ridiculous. Well, at least, coming from New York they did.

Knocking on the door, she was shocked to see Treasure open the door. “What you doing here?” she asked stepping in.

No matter how bad the neighborhood was, you couldn't tell by stepping into the house. Aunty Fay’s was decked out from flat screens to marble floors and statues. Hell, she even had a chandelier.

“I just got here not too long ago. You here to get Rhia already?”

“Yeah. I needed to get out my house. I have an unwanted guest.” she said sighing and a slight eye roll as Treasure laughed.

Making their way further into the house Denim looked around for Rhia. She spotted her propped up on the couch in a sitting up position. Running over to her she quickly picked her up.

“What the hell. Aunty Fay, you do know my baby two months. She can't be up like that by herself.” Denim chastised. In no way did she want to be disrespectful but Aunty Fay was tripping.

“Girl, calm down, that baby already picking her head up by herself.”

“At two months?” Treasure asked shocked. “She moving quick.”

“Mmm Hmmm. Moving quick, alright. Moving right on out the way if you ask me.” Aunty Fay said with an accusing look on her face.

Denim rolled her eyes already knowing what she was getting it. In her mind, that couldn't be the furthest from the truth. She was done having babies. Child birth was something she was not trying to experience again. Especially if she ended up with a played ass nigga like Rico for a baby daddy again.

“You could roll your eyes all you want; I'm just telling you the truth.” said Aunty Fay.

Denim stayed quiet because she knew there wasn't no winning when it came to Aunty Fay. Your word meant nothing once she felt like she was right.

“Aunty Fay, you always think you right. I’ma find you a man so you can stay out grown folk’s business.” joked Treasure as she and Denim laughed.

Aunty Fay wasn't somebody new in Denim’s life, in fact, she'd been there from the jump. When Sheila was too busy treating her like shit, it was Fay who was there being that mother figure. Not to mention she was the mother of Denim’s first love Quasim “Kuazie” Baez.

"Treasure let me holla at you outside really quick,” Denim said wanting to get a little privacy. The last thing she needed was Aunty Fay all in her business.

"Wassup?” Treasure asked as they stepped outside.

“I'm thinking about going back to New York for like a week.”

“Why?”

“He texts me that he wants to see her,” Denim stated with her head down. Honestly just awaiting the cursing out she was sure to get.

Treasure sighed. “I don't know what to tell you. I mean I do…. I really wanna say you being stupid and need to come to your senses but that's still your baby father. I just don't think it's a good idea, Denim.” She offered softly.

Treasure knew what Rico was doing. He was using Rhia as leeway to get at Denim. Rico knew Denim was weak for him so all he had to do was spit game and that was that. She was back with no questions asked.

I refuse to let her go back to his ass. Nah it doesn't work like that; Treasure spoke in her head.

Denim was playing a dangerous game without even realizing it. Rico was and still is married. No matter what bullshit he may feed her. She would NEVER be his one and only. Females don't realize you can't just go from side chick to the main chick overnight. Especially because a baby is involved.