Turned Out By A Boss(42)

Denim laid his head on her chest and allowed him to grieve. She held him tight as he cried and his body shook. Seeing him like that was hard for her. Yes, they were together for quite some time but never had she seen him breakdown the way he was doing now. Laying on her chest, he cried his heart out and all she felt she could do was hold him so he knew she was there.

Tears started to stream down her face as she thought about the last time she saw Quasier. He was his usual annoying self-thinking he was everybody's father but he stayed protecting her none the less.

“What you doing here?” Quasier asked coming into the room and laying on the bed beside her.

“Nothing. Just waiting for your brother to get back. I swear he aggravates me. Do you know this mutt had the nerve to come to my school and embarrass me.” she shouted in anger.

Laughing Quasier asked what he did as if he didn't already know. Kuazie had gone up to her school acting a fool after finding out about a boy she was low-key kicking it with. After pulling up to her school once, she got out and catching her with the dude he flipped.

“Kwany,” she whined calling him by his nickname. “It's not funny he punched the boy in the face then made me apologize and call him daddy in front of my whole damn school,” she explained as Quasier laughed.

“You know how my brother is. That nigga straight crazy,” he shrugged as if it was ok.

Hearing the front door slam Denim’s eyes got big in fear. Yeah she loves him and to the outside world they had the cutest relationship but things were always different behind closed doors.

Sensing her fear Quasier sighed. He hated involving himself in anybody's business his brothers included. However, this was his little sister.

“So you running around with niggas in your face and being a little hoe?” Denim’s body went stiff hearing his voice. Scared to turn to the door and look at him she looked toward Quasier with pleasing eyes. “Kwany get out,” Kuazie demanded.

Walking to the door, he stopped. “Yo, don't put your hands on her,” he said stepping to Kuazie.

“Nigga get the f*ck out my room. What I do with my bitch is my business,” he snapped pushing Quasier out the room.

Closing her eyes and opening them again Denim wiped her tears noticing that Kuazie had cried his self to sleep. Looking down at his sleeping face as he laid snuggled into her breast she couldn't believe they were back here. Together. After thinking about how things used to be, she made a silent vow that this time around he would have to keep his hands to himself or she was gone. There wasn't gonna be an “oh it was an accident” or “I’m sorry, it won't happen again,” she was too grown and had been there and done that. Refusing to back track.

Denim

Feeling the vibration of her phone. Denim jumped up. Looking around confused for a while realization of where she was sat in.

“Hello.” She groggily answered.

“You could shake your ass in my club but couldn't call and let me know you were here.”

Sighing, Denim rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“When am I seeing you?”

“When are you seeing your daughter? That can be arranged,” she laughed.

Feeling as if Denim was playing him, he angrily hung up.

Relieved wasn’t the word for how Denim felt. So many times his threats had gotten to her and made her bow down into submission that it actually felt good to disobey him.

Looking down at Kuazie who lay on her chest she kissed his lips. “You wasn't sleep. Huh?” she asked seeing his eyes open instantly.

“Nope. Just wanted to see how that conversation was gonna go,” he responded getting up and kissing her cheek.

Smiling Denim couldn't deny that she was happy with him. “Eww. You have drool all on me,” she laughed.

“You have to trust me, though. If I said I'm through with that and that I'm happy where I am you need to take my word and believe me,” she expressed as he came back in the room.

“Let's go. We going to get my lil mama then going out to eat. In hungry.” Disregarding everything, she had said. He put on his sneakers and headed toward the door.

“You're rude as hell. Do you know that?”

Kissing her cheek, he opened her door. “No sweetheart the question would be; do I care?” he laughed.

Glaring at him she broke into a smile. She looked over at him as he got situated in his seat. Denim wasn't aware if she was falling back in love with him or lust was just taking over in full effect. Whatever it is, she couldn't deny the hold he was having on her.

She watched him drive as he flexed his jaw muscles and licked his lips. The look of concentration plastered on his face. His strong jaw line and flawless smooth light skin stood out as the sun shined on his face.

“Why you staring at me?”

Denim snapped her head in his direction.

“Maybe I like what I see. Damn. Ugly ass. Don't gotta worry about me looking at you no more.” she said rolling her eyes.

Kuazie laughed. “You crazy,” he shook his head.

“No, I'm not,” Denim whined poking her lips out pouting.

Stopping at a red light, Kuazie looked over at her and laughed. Gently grabbing her chin, he pulled her to him and pecked her lips.

“Yes, you are. It's okay, though. I'm crazy too.” he reasoned. Trying to lighten the mood knowing she low-key had an attitude about him saying that.