Can't Stop the Love of A Boss

Toy

Sujets

• Urban Books

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 30 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781648542947
• Langue: English

Extrait

© 2018
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



From Toy


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25
From Toy

I don’t do these often but, I just want to share a few thoughts and thank yous to everyone who has helped me get this far. Although this all started with a dream and a passion, I didn’t get here alone.
First and foremost, I would like to thank the man above because without him none of this would be possible. I may not be in the church pew every Sunday or know every book of the Bible but, there is no doubt in my mind of how powerful you are in my life.
I want to thank my family especially my husband/manager/drill sergeant. Although you can pluck my last nerve you never let me slack off or even think about quitting out loud. We’re not perfect but we damn sure fit together perfectly.
To Ebony Smith aka the heffa lol. We’ve been rocking the long way for a long ass time now. We fuss, argue, and cuss each other out about these characters daily. I’ve learned a lot about the business and myself as an author because of you. Even though I hate to hear you say “Give me more Toy. Why you half assing it?” Lol I do appreciate it. When I come back to Miami you owe me some food just saying.
To my circle that is so small it should be called a line. Ebony Diamonds, Kelly Marie, Nett Williams, KB Cole I want to thank you ladies for always reading whatever I send to your inboxes and giving me a true honest opinion. Y’all have no idea how many times y’all have encouraged me to keep going when times were hard. It’s going on three years since I started this seriously. My longevity is partly owed to you all for laying me out when I doubt myself.
To Nejay Drake Dixon you effin rock. I’m still waiting on you to branch out and do ya thang for real.
To Bebe Mone, Lawrynn Laws and Simone Williams you ladies have helped me tremendously with this book. Your feedback is priceless.
To Sweets Gray I love ya like your one of my daddy’s outside babies lol. Your energy is still priceless even though your fighting right now. Just know you’re in my prayers everyday.
To my publisher Leo Sullivan and Tina Nance y’all rock but, mostly Tina lol. Thank you both for working with me and giving me the opportunity to share my gift.
To my readers y’all amaze me with every book I release. There have been so many times I have tears in my eyes reading the inboxes, statuses, comments, and text messages. My ultimate goal as an author is to make my next book better than my last.
1

M urder had an attitude as he walked in the club. He would have preferred to be at home chilling after just touching down from the beautiful island of Jamaica. The island was one of his favorites to visit. He especially loved to look at the beautiful, thick women of the island. This time, the trip wasn’t for pleasure; it was strictly business. He had to meet with his Uncle Jimmy to discuss a few new transportation opportunities.
His Uncle Jimmy had stepped in as Murder’s father figure when his father was murdered. He loved his uncle as if he were his father just for him stepping in when he did. Murder would definitely be in jail or dead if his Uncle had never bothered to take an interest in him.
“How did the shit go, bro?” Pain asked his friend as he entered their designated section.
“We’re about to shut the whole city down, nigga. There ain’t shit that’ll be sold in these streets if it’s not our shit. I hope you ready to step up as my right hand,” Murder said as they sat down on one of the couches.
“If you’re rocking, then I’m rolling. No bullshit,” Pain said, smiling at the excitement of what the future would bring. “Nigga, since you been gone dipping in that island ass, my black ass done found a good girl,” Pain told his lifelong friend.
“Your hoe ass don’t know what to do with a good girl,” Murder told his boy and laughed.
Pain wasn’t exactly the relationship type of guy. They had known each other most of their lives. Neither of them were looking to be locked down, so hearing him say he found a good girl threw Murder for a loop.
“How are you fellas doing tonight?” the bottle girl said as she came over to the two friends sitting on the couch.
They both looked up at her. She was a cute one. Her body was nice, but it could’ve been better was the thought that came to Murder’s mind. Pain, on the other hand, was thinking of how she would look better if she was face down ass up in front of him right now.
“Damn, beautiful, my night would be hella better if you tell me what time you go on break,” Pain flirted.
Murder just shook his head because just that quick, this nigga had forgotten all about his so-called good girl. Murder watched as the bottle girl giggled and soaked up all the lies Pain was telling her.
“I can go on break if I sell all these bottles,” she said and pointed to the five bottles she had on the tray.
Pain dug in his pocket and pulled out a stack of hundreds. Standing up, he took the hundreds and slid them between her average sized breasts. He was sure to squeeze one of them just to see how she would react. Seeing her smile and bite her bottom lip let him know she was damn sure down for whatever. He watched her ass while she walked away.
“Nigga, didn’t you just tell me you met a good girl? I know damn well that wasn’t who you were talking about,” Murder said laughing.
“Nah, that ain’t her. She said she was coming, but she don’t do clubs and shit like that,” Pain said.
Murder looked at his friend like he was crazy. He felt bad for whoever this chick was that Pain was talking about. His boy was his brother, no doubt, but right now Murder thanked the lord he didn’t have a sister.
“How you know she’s not here already? She could be. What you gonna do if she comes when you out there fucking the bottle hoe?” Murder asked just to see if this fool had any kind of plan.
“Shit, she’ll be alright until I get back. She knows better than to entertain any other nigga,” Pain said.
“So, she’s ya girl or something?” Murder asked.
“Hell yeah, that’s all me. She knows I’ll fuck her up for doing some shit like entertaining another nigga. As far as she knows, I’m a loyal nigga,” Pain said.
Murder wasn’t gonna try to figure out the logic in what Pain had just said, so he left it alone. Knowing that he had a trail of women he could call on at any time himself didn’t exactly make him one to preach to his friend. The difference was that Murder would never let one of his hoes think that they were any kind of couple. He let it be known that they were a couple of people looking for a good nut. There was no reason for him to lie to any of them. He had seen firsthand how it was when a woman got too attached. Murder didn’t need that in his life right now.
The bottle girl came back over, grabbed Pain’s hand, and led him out of their section.
“I’ll be back,” Pain said and gave Murder a pound.
“Do you, nigga,” Murder said.
Murder stood in their section looking down at the dance floor. No doubt there were beautiful women out tonight. He could’ve easily just snatched up some chick and took her ass to the parking lot to fuck the dog shit out of her. For some reason, right now, he wasn’t feeling the ‘just a fuck’ thing tonight. That’s when he saw her. He had never seen her before. Yes, he had been out of town for four months, but damn.
Who the fuck is she? Murder thought. She was swaying to the music in her yellow dress that was cut at an angle at the bottom. Her right long, sexy leg was out for everyone to see.
On a mission, Murder tossed the rest of his drink back before he made his way to her. He walked fast but not too fast. Once he got to the floor, it felt like the crowd on the dance floor parted, giving him a direct path. He didn’t hear anything or see anything but her.
Her back was to him, so she had no idea that she was about to be wrapped up. Murder got to her and wrapped his arms around her. Not paying the tempo of the music any mind, they swayed from left to right. She was shorter than him, but not by a lot. In his mind she fit just perfectly.
The feeling of strong hands holding her tight along with the drinks and weed she had consumed all night had her floating. She could feel the stranger caressing her right leg as he ground his hard dick into the top of her ass. Instead of fighting the feelings or concentrating on the disappointment of being stood up tonight, she went with the flow. She laid her head back, closing her eyes and relaxing in a stranger’s arms. She could feel his nose caressing her exposed neck.
“You smell fucking delicious, shawty,” the stranger told her before kissing and licking on her neck.
She could only moan in response to what he said. Her damn panties were wet, but she wrote it off as a side effect