URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (30 page)

She knocked on the door.

“Come in.” The middle age man was cleaning his glasses. He was exhausted but the day wasn't even halfway done. “How can I help you?” He gave Giselle a weary smile.

“Someone suggested I speak to my guidance counselor.”

“OK, tell me what's going on?”

“I don't even know where to start.” She sighed.

“How about from the beginning?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I got time.”

So with a deep breath, she started to tell the guidance counselor almost everything. She told him about her parent’s death and the horrible conditions she was living in. She told him about Laura, the other foster children, and Ms. Rita. She told him something that she hadn’t even told Lionel.

“It’s like ever since my parent’s died, I’ve felt lost.”

“That’s normal especially considering how it happened. Giselle, you have the right to go a little crazy or be a little lost after losing your parents the way you did. In fact, if they even died of natural causes, it would still be devastating.”

“I just don’t know what to do. I thought of at first being in business.”

“Business doing what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe college?”

The guidance counselor took a deep breath and shook his head. He stood up and went to the door. He closed it.

“Giselle, I’ve been a guidance counselor for thirteen years. I’ve seen a lot of kids come and go. Mr. Jones has seen them all Giselle. I will say something to you that usually no one wants to hear a guidance counselor say, college is not for everybody. I don’t want to send you to college for you to find yourself and the only thing you find is that you’re deep in debt. If you’re going to go to college, you’re going to at least have a plan that you will stick to. There’s no reason for you to pay for classes that you won’t use and definitely won’t need.”

Giselle smiled. She liked her counselor, Mr. Jones. He reminded her of her father. He was kind and honest. Every time she came across a person that reminded her of her father, she got sad. She realized that she was seeing her father in people a lot more because she missed him so much. Nevertheless, she was glad that he was telling her the truth and not saying what people usually did. He didn’t want her to just go to college.

“Have you ever talked about college and your plans of the future with your parents?” He asked interrupting her thoughts.

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“To be honest, I didn’t realize until now, but I was a bit spoiled. I spent most of my time shopping and getting gifts.”

“You like to shop, huh?” He laughed.

“Oh yes.” Her eyes got bright. “I love it. I especially love clothing stores.”

“What about the stores you love?”

“Just the way they lay the stuff out.” Her eyes got even brighter. “See, my father had his own business and he would sometimes take me to the stores and show me how they get the customers.”

“Get the customers?”

“Like where they placed the items or even the way they marketed the store. He used to break it down to me. I used to want my own store.”

“Your own boutique?”

“Yes, my own clothing boutique, but I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Take some business courses, but you have to make a plan.”

“Okay.”

Giselle and Mr. Jones started talking about a plan. They finally decided that when she received her money, that she should graduate from school, go back to North Carolina, and take some business courses. If she liked it, she would pursue her degree. She was then going to open her boutique. And while she was going to her classes, she would look up vendors, swatches, and other things for her boutique. She was going to actively invest in the idea of her boutique so that when it came up and running, she would be prepared for it.

“I’m so glad that I came here.” She told him as she was finishing up.

“Although you lost both of your parents, you are not in this alone. If you need someone to talk to, I’m right here. It’s sad that I never knew that you needed help, but when you came into the system, all it said was that you were a transfer.”

“I wasn’t meant to come to New York, I made my lawyer do what he could so that I can stay here. I have no family so it felt right to stay where my parents died.”

“I understand, but don’t hesitate to ask for help if you need it. You seem to hold everything in, you can let people in.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to end up like a young girl I just read about. She was a professional dancer but she met a guy and he somehow convinced her to start going to the strip club. After she went to the club, she started coming home bringing a lot of money. He saw all the money and he told her to tell him where the richest guys were. He started to use her to bait these guys and rob them later. Now you know what has happened to that girl? She’s somewhere traumatized because her boyfriend was killed in front of her. If she had stuck to her plan, she would have never been in that mess.”

“Wow. Was she a former student?”

“No.”

“A student for another guidance counselor?”

“No, actually this was something I read in the paper.” He looked through his briefcase. “Let me give you the paper since I’m done with it. You read the article and make sure that’s not your future.”

He handed her the paper and on the front page she saw a familiar face. Her mouth dropped open and she nearly lost her cool.

“What’s going on?” Her guidance counselor saw the look on her face. “Do you know her?”

“No.” She lied as she saw the picture of a crying Janine on the front cover.

As soon as she left the guidance counselor office, Giselle went to a quiet place to read the newspaper. She found an empty classroom and closed the door behind her. She drew the blinds and all the shades. As soon as the bell rang and no one came to the classroom, she knew she wouldn’t be disturbed. She started reading the article.

A 30 year old man was shot dead outside a Brooklyn strip club late Friday night.

The shooting took place in front of the Allure strip club. Witnesses said that they saw an unidentified young man went up to the victim and held a gun to his head. They exchanged words and before people knew it he was pulling the trigger.

“Yeah, it was like he was waiting for him. The guy ran from across the street and automatically went to him. Once I saw him put the gun to his head, I just looked away.” Said one witness who didn’t want to leave their identity. “Then after he pulled the trigger all you could hear was the gunshots and the woman screaming. I’ve never heard screams like that before; it will haunt my dreams.”

The young woman that he’s speaking of is the girlfriend of the victim, Janine. Janine is a worker at Allure. Police said that when they arrived at the scene that instead of telling the police who the shooter was, she began confessing to numerous crimes that she committed with her deceased boyfriend. When asked about the shooter, she just kept repeating that it was all her fault.

“So far she’s confessed to a string of burglaries that have happened throughout New York City. She’s also confessed that she was going to rob the strip club that she worked for. She was trying to find out where the owner kept the safe and tonight was the night.” The police captain told the press.

“All the girls that work here are like family. It’s sad to see Janine in this mess. We all suspected that her boyfriend was abusive and have told her to leave him, I never once thought that she was just looking to rob me later. As sad as I am for what happened to them, I am relieved they didn’t get to go through the plan. Not just for the business, but I wouldn’t want the last thing we saw of Janine was her robbing us. We all love her.” The owner told the press. “It’s all a big tragedy really.”

Janine is currently in police custody with charges pending. The name of the victim has yet to be released.

Giselle couldn’t even read the rest of the article. Janine was all over the paper. There was an article just on her alone, the other was about the burglaries. She couldn’t believe it. Just the other day she was pretending to be a stripper and befriend Janine. She knew that her boyfriend Martin was trouble, but now he was dead and she felt a bit of sadness for him. He may have not been the nicest person in the world, but he didn’t deserve to die the way he did.

Then suddenly Giselle felt all the air escape from her lungs.

“Antwon!” She gasped out loud. Could Antwon have done this? She thought about how weird he acted with Lionel. She had a gut feeling that Antwon was responsible for all of this. She just knew it. Now it was to get Lionel to listen to her.

She took out her phone and began dialing his number. It went straight to voicemail. That was strange because Lionel always kept it on. He would even text her throughout the day. As she looked at the phone, she saw that he didn’t call nor sent her any messages. She figured that he still might be mad at her, but it was weird not seeing her the customary morning text message. She shook her head.

“Where are you Lionel?”

The candles all around the room made the mood even more romantic. Lionel watched as she stepped out of the tub with the black robe wrapped all around her. Tasha was beautiful and even more stunning as he watched her move around. He knew that he should have kept his eyes to himself since he was a guest at her home, but he couldn’t help himself. He was sneaking looks at her, and she finally caught him.

“I thought you said I could trust you in here while I take my shower.” She smiled holding on to her robe. “Now here you are staring at me like a teenage boy.” She giggled. “Do you like what you see?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to answer that question.”

“Why not? Because of your little girlfriend Giselle?” She touched the top of his head. “I know how to keep a secret.”

“But that’s my girl though.”

“I understand.”

“And I love her.”

“I still understand.” She kissed his lips softly. “So if anything were to happen, it would have to be for one night and one night only.”

She kissed him again and he snatched the robe off of her. She was so soft and smelled so sweet. When their lips touched again, he could feel the guilt in him slowly fall away. He grabbed her hips and out of nowhere they were in the bedroom. His clothes flew off of him and he looked at her again. The desire in her eyes matched what he was feeling. He licked the side of her neck and she wriggled underneath him. She reached up pulled him in by his neck for another kiss. He started to slide his hands between her legs.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asked him. Her eyes still filled with lust and he still wanted her. He pressed his erect penis against her. She smiled feeling it on the outside of her lower lips.

“Doesn’t that tell you that I still want this?” He grinned back at her.

“Can I taste it?” Her question and eyes stopped him cold. He flopped on the bed with his member standing straight up for attention. She licked her lips and the candlelight danced in her eyes.

“Are you ready?”

When he nodded his head yes, she rolled her tongue out. She licked from the base all the way to the top of his head. She flicked her tongue at the head and held a tight grip on the shaft. She squeezed her hand as her tongue painted his head. He started to hiss and moan. He looked down at her and they caught each other's eyes. While looking deep into his eyes, she began to take him into her mouth. She locked eyes with him as she took him more and more in her mouth. He couldn’t handle it much longer, but he held on. As she started to speed up, he just watched himself disappear almost completely in her mouth.

She started to go a bit too fast and he just picked her up, and slammed her down right on top of it. Without any waiting, she started to grind her hips. She moved against him skillfully and ready. She was all on him as if they’ve been having sex for years. They moved perfectly together. It was scary how good it was to Lionel. He didn’t want to think about Giselle, but Tasha was more experienced and it showed. He felt it by the way she moved.

“You going to let me do all the work?” She commented as she winded her hips more.

“Are you saying that you’re tired?” He joked and laughed while he put his hands behind his head.

“Not even, but why should I do all the work?” She grinned at him. Next thing she knew she was flat on her back, she was about to open her mouth again, but he began pounding away. He felt her arms around his neck and her fingers dug deep into his back. The pain turned him on.

As he slammed into her repeatedly, she would whisper and moan into his ear. The sweet nothings that she told him, gave him more power to continue.

“Yes, exactly like that.” She told him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She licked the bottom of his earlobe and then bit it. “Don’t stop until I cum.” He nodded his head and buried it in the curve of her neck. He sped up and the bed rocked back and forth. It even started sliding off the mainframe.

“I’m about to fuck up all your furniture.” He boasted as he kept going.

“Then how about we move this to another place?”

They found themselves on her sofa. She was bent over and he was holding on to her hips. He went in and out of her slowly. She moved her hips along and they even moaned in unison. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard. She grew wet and he could feel it against the tip of his member, he pushed himself deeply into her. She shook her lower body in ecstasy. Then she started to throw her body against him. He stopped moving and let her take control. She moved against him and he just watched in awe.

“You still letting me do all the work.” She turned over and winked. She pulled herself out and sat on the couch. She spread her legs and smiled at him. “You’re going to taste me.”

“And if I don’t?” He was already kneeling to meet her lips.

“Then you get none of this sweetness.” She teased. He licked the outside of her lips and she shivered at his touch. He opened her up some more and tasted inside of her. She was so wet and just as sweet as she bragged. She was moaning and groaning loudly. He was still aroused and he couldn’t get enough of her. Just when he thought that she was going to explode, they were on their way back to the bedroom.