Turned Out By A Boss(7)

"You should have been let her know, I refuse for my child to be a secret Rico."

"Look I love you but like I said before Deena can't find out I fathered your child," Rico replied nonchalantly.

"If you're not gonna do right by me and my baby please just leave me alone," she cried. "I've followed the rules of not calling you at all times, being kept a secret, and you only having time for me when it didn't involve Deena but I refuse for my child to come second."

"Look stop acting like you don't know my situation. You knew I was married already Denim, hell you and Deena are friends." Rico yelled.

He couldn't understand why Denim thought now that she was bringing a baby into this situation he was supposed to stop his life and commit fully to her as if he didn't have a woman at home. In his mind, Denim was supposed to go to the nearest clinic when she first found out but instead she came crying to him about how abortion was something she didn't believe in.

"New flash that bitch was never my friend. We just so happen to run in the same circle. You know just like everyone else that I can't stand her uppity ass."

“Watch your mouth, that's still my wife.”

Denim chuckled, “And I'm the mother of your child." she quickly came back. ".... But it's cool take all the time you need.” Denim was to the point of giving up. She was starting to realize that she expected way too much from Rico. It was time she stopped living in fairytale land and came back to reality. Her and Rico would never be a family.

"Anyway, I respect you for not pushing me all this time but just give me a little more time and everything will come out and then we could be together. I promise." Rico lied.

"Nah I want out Rico," she said. She was tired of holding on to empty promises. She knew this man wasn't leaving his wife so it was no point in her getting her hopes up and believing that foolishness.

"I'm sorry Denim but that's not an option, I love my wife but I love you too and I'm not willing to give you up yet." kissing her forehead he walked out of the room.

Denim laid in bed crying her eyes out because no matter what anyone may say about her, she loved that man beyond comprehension. Denim knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't help the fact that Rico was the man she’d falling in love with.

Rico

Rico got in his car and headed to the only person he felt understood him because they too had been where he is way too many times to count. That being his best friend, Daryl. Daryl and Rico had been boys since they were freshmen in high school. As he drove, he thought about how the visit he made when he was fourteen that gained him a friend for life.

“Daryl’s in the basement,” Sherika said opening the door and walking away not even giving him a chance to come all the way in.

Rico just shook his head paying her no mind. To him, Sherika was one of those bitches who talked so much about the next person downfall and demise that she couldn't see her life wasn't as sweet as she portrayed it to be. See to an outsider looking in you would think she had her shit together. At the age of twenty-five, Sherika was a boutique owner with a successful lawyer for a husband, using this as clout, she acted as if she was better than people.

“Well, hello there, Sherika. It's nice to see you today.” Rico said just to get under her skin.

Seeing the frowned up facial expression she held Rico laughed. Unbeknownst to her, she had giving him the satisfaction he was aiming for.

Going straight down the steps of the basement he looked around and shook his head. Only his best friend would turn his basement into a man cave. As much as Rico thought it was cliché to have a man cave he couldn't deny it was decked out. A midnight blue color painted the walls while an 80-inch plasma sat hanging on the wall with the surround sound to match and the olive green sectional that sat against the wall. He even took it up another notch with the added bar and pool table.

"Rico, my nigga, what up?"

Daryl said sitting at the bar in his basement sipping on his liquor of choice which would always be Hennessy.

"Shit. Coming from Denim's house.” He said sitting down throwing his arms across the top of the couch and getting comfortable.

"My nigga you still f*cking lil sis." Daryl shook his head in disbelief as Rico laughed.

“You know what it is between us that's my baby. I got love for that girl but this pregnancy shit is bothering me. I'm not ready for all that. Especially with her.” He admitted.

Rico felt as though with him only being twenty-nine and a well-established business man he was still in his prime. Even though he was married and had been for some time now, he couldn't deny his attraction to females. He was a man and in his mind, he did what every man did. Cheat.

"They run in the same circle. How much longer you think you gon' be able to keep this up? You knew what it was when you started f*cking Denim, but no, you had to go the extra mile and act as if she was your number one. Now look at you stuck in a f*cked up position." Daryl said getting up and answering his ringing phone.

Getting up Rico poured himself a shot of Hennessy before throwing it back and refilling his glass. He watched as Daryl went back and forth with someone on the phone and just shook his head. A lot of what Daryl had said was true and he couldn't deny that.

“You should know it's no coming back once feelings get involved.”