A Boss Purchased My Love 3

Chase Sidora

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 21 mars 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543371
• Langue: English

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Previously in A Boss Purchased My Love 2…


1. Sevyn

2. Xavier

3. Sevyn

4. Xavier

5. Sevyn

6. Xavier

7. Xavier

8. Sevyn

9. Xavier

10. Sevyn

11. Xavier

12. Sevyn

13. Xavier

14. Sevyn


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A BOSS PURCHASED MY LOVE 3 Copyright © 2019 by CHASE SIDORA. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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FICTION:
LIES WE TELL, SECRETS WE KEEP 1-3
GAME CHANGER 1-3
THE MAN I MARRIED, THE STRANGER I LOVED
NEVER THOUGHT I’D LOVE A DOPE BOY 1-3
TROPHY SIDE WIVES 1-2
ACE & BLEU: A DOPE BOY LOVE STORY 1-4
FALLING FOR THE CONNECT’S DAUGHTER
SAVED BY A KINGPIN 1-3
RISE OF A KINGPIN 1-2
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR 1-2


A BOSS PURCHASED MY LOVE 1-2


NON-FICTION :
LETTERS TO MY YOUNGER SELF
DON’T BE BITTER. ALWAYS BE BETTER
HIEROGLYPHICS OF A BEATING HEART
HONOR THE CRAFT: Basic Writing Essentials Every Author Should Know
10 TO 50: THE CHEAT CODE

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Acknowledgments

First and foremost, all glory and honor goes to God. Thank you for giving me the gift of writing and thank you for giving me the guts to trust you and just go for it. Thank you to my family for always being supportive of me no matter what and really believing in me and everything that I am and want to be. Y’all make it real easy for me to do what I do knowing that you’re rooting for me. I appreciate that. And thank you to every single person who takes time out of their lives to read my work. I sincerely hope you enjoy.
Previously in A Boss Purchased My Love 2…

“What up, my nigga?” Jericho greeted me once he opened the door to his condo to let me in and walked away. “What brings you out this way so fuckin’ late? Surprised you and ya wifey ain’t laid up on a yacht somewhere or sum’n.”
I let out a minuscule fake laugh while closing the door behind me. “Here you go. Come on now. You know I ain’t on that type of time,” I lied. For all he knew, his plan had worked, and Sevyn and I were a wrap. So, for now, I wanted to keep it that way. “Nigga was just out tryna get some air and shit. What you got goin’ on?”
“I just got in. Was ’bout to play a few rounds of pool. You tryna lose some money right quick?”
It took every fiber of my being not to let his sarcasm push me over the edge and punch the nigga in his smug ass face. How fuckin’ dare he have the audacity to even bring her up after what he did. Not only had he tried to destroy her when she was younger, but he went after her again when trying to make it look like she was just a smut trying to get around.
But because of the promise I made to Sevyn, I kept my cool.
“Yeah, we can do that.” I scratched the back of my head. “’Cept you gon’ be the one coming off that cash.”
Arrogant as ever, Jericho released a hearty laugh. “Nigga, you know yo’ ass can’t beat me in no gaddamn pool. Stop cappin’.”
Following him through the condo, I squeezed my fists together tightly at my waist. I’d been to Jericho’s condo a million times, but now everything looked different. From the crib to the nigga living in it.
Once we got to the game room, I watched him walk over to the wall and pick up a stick. Checking the weight for a moment, he made sure it was suitable for our game before tossing it over to me. “That good for you, or you want something different?”
Snatching the pool stick out the air before it hit the ground, I did my own weight check to make sure that it was something I could work with. It was just right for the uses I had in mind. “Nah, this here is straight.”
“Aight.”
“Rack ’em up, my nigga,” I recommended as I slid the triangle across the felt table in his direction.
Jericho shook his head in refusal. “Nah, my nigga. This my shit. You rack, I break.”
This lil bitch ass nigga, Xavier thought, shaking his head from side to side. “You a funny ass nigga, man. You really are.”
Jericho instantly picked up the slight and sent one of his own. “Be that as it may, I meant what I said.” He firmly stood his ground and plucked two striped balls from the corner pocket nearest to him. He put a little extra fervor on it when he rolled the balls toward me. “Now, rack ’em up, nigga.”
“Aight.”
Doing as told, I paid close attention to the vibes that were coming off Jericho as he waited impatiently for me to finish. Arrogance, disdain, and pride swarmed in the air around us, creating a Molotov cocktail of emotions waiting to explode. But I kept my thoughts to myself and didn’t say a word until we were already a few shots into our game.
“How much we puttin’ on this game?” I started, hitting my solid yellow ball into the pocket.
“We can keep it light for now and put ten stacks on it,” Jericho suggested. “After I bust yo ass, we can go double or nuthin.”
“Overconfidence won’t negate the fact that I’ma whoop yo ass.”
Jericho laughed to himself and pointed out his next shot. “Alright, my nigga. All that flappin’ ya gums is cute, but we gon’ see what it really is.”
We continued to play, each of us missing a few shots and making a fair share as well. Though each of us remained cordial, the tension was thick enough to be cut with a butcher knife. Each second I had to force myself to be nice to him, I was taking time away from Sevyn, and a nigga wanted to get back shorty sooner rather than later.
“So lemme ask you sum’n,” I started on my next turn, stalking around the table slowly in search of the best approach to both the game of pool and addressing Jericho.
“Aight?”
I decided to ease into the conversation, testing the waters before I dived head first into the deep end. “What made you stop using your real name?”
“What?” he inquired, his head jerking back in disbelief. “You really askin’ me why I don’t let people call me Ezekiel? For real?”
“Yeah, for real.”
Standing his pool stick on the floor, he folded his hands atop the stick’s tip. I could feel the energy shift when Jericho rested his chin on top of his hands and stared suspiciously at me. Tension was high, and shit was coming to a head in a hurry. “Nigga, ’cause I don’t like it,” he snapped. “But you already knew that. So, what’s the real question you want to ask?”
“What was life like in Reno before yo’ people moved out this way?” I shot back, ignoring his question.
“You tryna move out there?”
“Nah. Hell nah,” I insisted. “Just asking what you did while you was still living out there.”
“Nigga, regular shit muhfuckas did back then.” He casually shrugged it off. “Let me get green in the corner pocket.”
“Regular shit like what? You know regular is relative. What might be regular to me might be crazy as fuck to you, and vice versa.”
“Regular shit is regular shit, regardless of who experiences it.” Jericho walked slowly around the pool table before calling his next shot. “Now, I got a question for you,” he shot back.
“Ask away.”
“Why in the fuck you standing here asking me about some shit from over a decade ago?”
Boulder sized knots dropped on my shoulders as the clash of the titans was on. “Why you can’t just answer the question?”
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he beamed like a light bulb had just come on in his mind. “Ohhhhh, I know what this is.” He bobbed his head up and down. “I know why you askin’ me all these stupid ass questions that you already know the answer to.”
“Jericho, I—”
He cut across my words and kept talking. “You always did think a nigga was dumb. She must have told you about our first time together, and now you here to defend her honor.” Jericho flat out laughed. “What? You mad ’cause I tore that pussy up so good that she started bleeding?”
I gripped the handle so tight that my knuckles started turning purple as he continued to gloat about their past interaction.
“Yeah, she told you. I can see it in yo eyes,” he gleamed. “So, lemme ask you sum’n, bro, man to man since we havin’ this conversation. That pussy still gets gushy like it used to? Since y’all done and shit, maybe I’ll double back and find out for myself.”
Fury swept through me, and I could no longer hold off the rage that had started to brew inside of me. Flipping the pool stick in my hand to ensure that the heavier end was upright, I cracked that nigga in the face with it like an All-Star MLB hitter at bat. I’d put enough force behind the swing that the pool stick broke in two across his flesh.
Jericho’s head almost swirled off his neck, and I felt like a million fuckin’ dollars when he slowly returned his gaze to me, revealed a deep cut to th