Turned Out By A Boss(33)

"Did you give your cousin my address?” Denim asked but put her hand up before Treasure got the chance to lie. “I know you did. His ass is at my house now.”

Treasure laughed not really seeing the problem. In her head, she was doing them both a favor. When they were younger they were inseparable, whenever you saw one the other couldn't have been too far. They were the perfect couple. Well, at least, that's what she believed.

“He asked and I didn't think anything of it. Besides it’s not like I told him you were here. He saw you.” she reasoned as if it made her giving the address out acceptable.

“So because he saw me that gave you the right to tell him where my daughter and I lay our heads. I moved here to avoid the drama not continue it. I understand you was trying to help but please next time don't.”

The two went back and forth a little longer before Denim decided to just get her baby and go. She realized it was no point in arguing trying to get Treasure to understand where she was coming from. While everyone thought she had the perfect relationship, that couldn't be furthest from the truth.

Dealing with Kuazie, Denim faced and dealt with a lot at such a young age. She may have been sad when they ended but it was what was best. Not only was she too dependent on him but he had problems that she couldn't fix. Two of them being him not being faithful and not being able to keep his hands to his self.

Denim went through a lot at a young age when it came to relationships because of Kuazie. While most girls her age was just happy to get a bouquet of flowers or a pair of sneakers. Kuazie was in the streets so his money was on the come up and he had no problem splurging on her but it came with other girls and fist fights in the end.

Where did this boy go? She thought as she opened her house door stepping in.

“Who's the lucky guy?” He questioned.

“What are you talking about?”

“We were supposed to have babies.” Denim jumped at the feeling of his hands on her waist.

“Kuazie stop.”

“Stop what?” he said raising his voice.

Refusing to answer Denim laid Rhia in her crib before walking out. The last thing she was gonna allow Kuazie to do was make her feel guilty. Mostly because he was the cause of a lot of things. His innocence that he now portrayed, she wasn't buying.

“Why are you here?” she asked as they both got comfortable.

“I heard you needed a nigga so I'm here.”

Denim laughed. “I needed you?”

"Yeah. So tell me the real.” With him staring at her the way he was Denim couldn't help but to squeeze her legs tightly.

“But I won't allow you to lie to me,” Kuazie added as he licked his full pink lips.

Sighing Denim told him everything. From when she met Rico up until where they stand now. With this being her first time actually opening up and holding nothing back she felt weights lift off her shoulders. It felt good to tell her truth and not have to hide in order to spare Deena’s feelings and her and Rico’s marriage.

"Want me to be honest?” he asked as she nodded. “When you found out the real on dude you shoulda dipped. Yet, you stayed and allowed him to lower your self-worth.” He looked at her to see if she was following. “You allowed ol’ boy to make you nothing more than a side piece. All in the name of a piece of dick. Now you have the power to say f*ck him and raise your child the right way but instead, you still worried about him.” he continued.

Denim listened as he spoke. Kuazie may not be the sweetest and nicest person but he would never tell her wrong. Mainly because he still had so much love for her in his heart.

“I know your adamant on saying you love him but you don't.”

“How you gon’ tell me who I love.” Denim snapped.

She understood that Kuazie was probably telling her something she needed to hear but she didn't want to. Denim didn't feel like she was wrong for anything that had transpired between her and Rico. To her, Rico committed his self to Deena, not her. All she did was go after what she wanted.

“Because I know. Be real if you loved the nigga like you claiming. Why you ain't put the nigga on front street? Let alone go hard for him If you loved him like that, you wouldn't be down here. You'd be up North tryna get that nigga. Yet you here depressed and shit while he f*cking the soul out his wife.” Kuazie snapped back. You gotta do better Denim.” He pulled her into his arms as the tears fall from her eyes. “You don't love him, baby. You love what the nigga was capable of doing for you and just the thrill of f*cking a married man,” he whispered to her as he held onto her, allowing her to cry.

Kuazie knew Denim better than she knew herself. So it was nothing for him to point out the things she couldn't see. Denim loved that Rico was taking care of her with no questions asked. While he may have been doing it to keep her quiet. She just loved the fact of not having to go out and get it on her own.

“You're right.” Denim agreed.

“What happened to you doing that nail shit?” He wondered.

“Nail technician? I still want to.”

“So do that. Start looking into it. It's time to do things the right way. You gotta little girl now, it's time to grow up.” he said looking down at her.

Denim looked up into his eyes. She stared with her eyes locked on his as he licked those succulent lips of his. Leaning up towards him she placed her lips on his.