Turned Out By A Boss(4)

Sarai was a licensed bartender but from her work ethic, you would think she got hired because of her fat ass and small waist. The girl would rather throw back a drink than make one and that became the cause of her already being fired twice and put on probation more than five times.

“Daddy I got this.” She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Actions speak louder than words so you better be on your shit tonight because I have no time for your f*ck ups.”

“I got this Rico.”

“Yea you better have it because if you don't your ass gon’ be unemployed.” Rico laughed.

Kissing his neck, Sarai wasted no time getting on her knees. “Can I taste him,” She asked looking up at him biting her bottom lip.

In the back of his mind, Rico had that voice telling him to say no, to reject her. It hadn't even been a full two hours since he'd left from seeing Denim but seeing her bite those big juicy pillow soft lips of hers he couldn't deny her.

Sarai had a way of making Rico feel weak and he didn't understand why. It could have been her looks being that she was light skin, greenish hazel eyes and freckles with big pink lips and a fat ass or it could've been she was capable of sucking dick like she went to school for it. The fact still remains Rico was hooked.

Denim

"Hello."

Denim sat up on the bed not even remembering when she fell asleep.

“Hey, are you going to the re-grand opening of The Capitol tonight.” Her sister Sherika asked.

“No,” Denim said attitude laced in her voice.

“Why not? You know everyone's gonna be there. Why miss out on the fun, oh and if you come, please leave that best friend of yours home.”

Rolling her eyes, Denim was ready to end the conversation. “Look I'm not going I'm tired and very pregnant if you may have forgotten. What's your beef with Cree?”

“I just don't like her and what are you tired from?” Sherika asked causing Denim to become annoyed with how nosey she was being.

“My man came over and I just want to stay in my bed. Is that ok with you?” She asked sarcastically.

Sherika paused before answering.

“Mhmm sure. But can I ask a question?”

“Sure, what is it Sherika?”

“Why haven't we met this guy. You spend all your time with him and we still don't know him. I mean what's wrong with him. Is he crazy? Oh my god please tell me he's not some low life drug dealer, Denim mom and dad has raised you better than to be dating trash.”

Denim bit the inside of her cheek. Her and Sherika may be sisters but they've never seen eye to eye. Sherika was more uptight and judgmental whereas Denim just went with the flow of things. Sherika walked around as if she was better than people and that caused many arguments between her and Denim along with others.

“I can assure you he's none of that,” Denim replied annoyed.

“Well, then what's the issue it’s not like he's married.” Sherika laughed and Denim got nervous.

“Of course not." She lied. "Umm…don't you have a re-grand opening to be getting to.” Quick to change topics.

“Yes I do as a matter of fact and you should come.” Denim breathed a sigh of relief when Sherika didn't notice the sudden need she had to change the subject.

“I'm tired.” Denim lied.

Denim refused to go to Rico’s re-grand opening for many reasons a big one being she knew with the way her emotions were set up she couldn't take seeing him coupled up with his wife. Yes, she may have been his side chick, mistress or whatever you wanted to call it but she had feelings and refused to get them hurt knowing she could have prevented it by avoiding the situation. And what better way to do that rather than staying home.

Hanging up, she didn't even leave room for Sherika to try and persuade her into coming out. She'd rather lay in her bed watch some lifetime movies and eat some of her Talenti's vanilla bean ice cream she had in the freezer. She loved Rico and knew this would have been an opportunity to show her support but they both knew it was better if she didn't attend. Besides how ratchet would she look in the club with her big pregnant belly. Certain things you don't do and she knew that was a big no no.

So she settled for a night in with her unborn and a sleepless night of waiting for Rico to finish partying. So that he could return back to her. Hopefully not too drunk, so that he could put her to sleep the right way.

Meanwhile at the club....

Rico stood in his section with a bottle of Patron in his hand as he celebrated the re-grand opening of his club. Tonight was all about him and the success his club was sure to have after tonight's turn out. He looked around at everyone dancing, drinking and just partying and couldn't act like it didn't feel good to have all of that done because of him.

“I'm ready to go,” Deena said as she stood by him.

Rico looked her over and couldn't deny how good she looked in the short red and black lace bandage dress that hugged her curves. Deena was a feisty brown skin with a look of innocence that pulled you in not to mention she was very pretty. Her honey brown eyes pretty smile and hair the color of raspberry only added to her beauty but what really would catch your attention is that even at only one hundred and twenty pounds she had an ass that would stop traffic.

“I can't leave yet if you not feeling the party mode go up to my office. Or better yet just have a seat and be proud of your man.” He said kissing her cheek as he continued to turn up.