Nobody Has To Know

Chapter Twenty Two

*Masani POV*

Every now and then I think about Chris and how much I miss him but he is tripping. I tried to call his phone and text him but he don’t answer me back. I guess that bitch got him on a short leash or something. I know he miss me too shoot but he’s just distracted right now with that bitch named Kachay, I hate her ugly ass. What she have that I don’t? Nothing, exactly I could get any man I wanted but I want Chris. Nobody treats me the way he does and he act like he doesn’t even want me. I am gonna get him back someway, someway.

I tried to get my mind off Chris by doing work for the Boss and fucking the Boss. I know your like how you going to fuck him but I’m still stuck on Chris. But shit a girl has needs too and if I can’t have Chris give me the wood then I got other man ready and willing. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that it’s Chris fucking me instead of Boss. One day I came close to calling out his name but I caught myself. I don’t feel bad either because I know Boss ain’t just doing me and I know that for a fact.

I was at my house when Boss texted me and told me that he wanted to see me at the trap at 2 o’clock. So I arrive at 2:30 and walked in and saw my buddy Wale, “Nigga where have you been?” I yelled and ran over to him. I gave him a big hug, me and this nigga go way back like diaper days.

“Shit you know he had me traveling everywhere making drops. I ain’t complaining because I got 90gz”

“90gz? Damn niggaaaa, you got paid like a muhfuckaaaa!”

“Hell yeah!”

“Why you here then shouldn’t you be on vacation after that shit”

“You know damn well that he ain’t going to give me no fucking vacation a nigga is hurt and you know this Masani”

“Right” I said looking around and all these unknown niggas were around. None of them I have seen before. “Where boss at?”

“Upstairs talking to some nigga. He must be important because he brought a army of niggas in here plus he won’t let nobody else in the room but look Masani I got to go do another job but it was nice talking to you”

“Dang leaving me all ready.” I said giving him a hug “Be safe”

When he left out I went into sit on the couch and beside me was this fine ass man. He was light skin with plump ass pink lips. Tats everywhere and the nigga could dress, on his wrist was a watch that looked like it could pay my rent. I scooted closer to him and I “accidently” slid to close to him making look to the side at me. He started smirkin and licking his lips, he must liked what he saw because he scooted even closer to me on the couch.

“What’s your name ma?” he said and you could tell he was from around here he had that New York accent.

“Masani” I said smiling up at him.

“Devon? Did this bitch just say Dasani? Yo momma? Amani?” said some random boy rappin it and laughing behind us and he touched the dude beside me.

“Nigga no! You listening to damn hard!” he shouted and he looked back at me “Don’t pay him no mind. I like your name it’s different. But I have a question”

“And that is?” I said adjusting the skirt I had on.

“What you doing a in a place like this? Your man work here or sumtin”

“Is that your way of asking do I have man?”

“Shit it doesn’t matter if you or don’t shorty”

“No I don’t have a man Devon. Is that right? Thats your name right” I said and started rubbing his leg moving closer to his dick.

“Ummm yeah” he said

“Devon I think your kinda of cute” I said starting to whisper in his ear and kiss on his neck a little bit. This was going on for awhile and then I heard something break, I turned my head in a fast motion. There I saw Boss and some other man beside him, it looked like he threw a bottle or something.

“Masani what the fuck are you doing?” said Boss in like a whisper but he spoke it so hard you could hear it across the room. I adjusted my skirt once again and walked over to where he was and started rubbing on his face but he grabbed both of my wrist. “You think this shit a game? You think it’s okay to act like a fucking ho at the place where I work and embarrass me” he whispered in my ear and gripped my wrist even harder.

“Your hurting me babe” I said and tried to move away from him. The next thing you know he let go of me but he stepped forward and slapped me. I fell to the ground and he dragged me across the room and stairs by my arms. I would try to shake him off by kick my legs and I would scream in hope that he would let me go but he just got more and more aggravated. He stopped midway the stairs and slapped me again.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THAT SCREAMING!” he yelled and continued to drag me up the stairs. When we were finally in his office he slammed his door shut and I got up from the ground slowly because my back was hurting from all them stairs. Boss grabbed me up again and slammed me into the wall.

“Don’t you EVER in your FUCKING LIFE EMBARRASS ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!” he said slamming me repeatedly into the wall.

“BABY PLEASE DON’T HURT ME. PLEASE I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT NO MORE. PLEASE JUST STOP” I yelled in between tears and slams. He finally let go of me and I slid down the wall. I just started to break down on the wall and I touched my face and winced at the pain. I walked over to the bathroom in the office and spat all the blood in my mouth, then looked in the mirror. My face which was covered in make-up and flawless was now bloody and bruised.

“Masani I ain’t done with you get your ass back in here!” he yelled with so much force. I ran back in there and he was behind his desk “Go lock that door real quick” he pointed to it and I did what he said and just stood there. “Now come here, don’t act scared now you a bad bitch, right” I walked over and he just stared at me for a minute, then he touched my arm but I jerked it back. He just started laughing “Bitch what you are going to do is make up for what you done”

“What you mean?” rubbing arms.

“You embarrassed my ass, now you gotta do something to repay me back” he said hitting his chest. I just looked around the room trying to think of something “Look I don’t got all fucking day” he said grabbing my thighs. I looked up at him reached down and unbuckled his pants. I got on my knees and went to work. “Shit that’s more like it” he said as he gripped my hair and threw his head. What have my life came to?