Caught Up Loving A Boss

Tiara Gatling

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 13 mars 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648547171
• Langue: English

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Caught Up Loving A Boss


Tiara Gatling
© 2019
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.
© 2019
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.
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Prologue: The Beginning

Amaria


1. Adrianna

2. Amaria

3. Fame

4. Adrianna

5. Fame

6. Amaria

7. Fame

8. Adrianna

9. Fame

10. Adrianna

11. Fame

12. Amaria

13. Adrianna

14. Jason

15. Fame

16. Alyssa

17. Fame

18. Nikko

19. Adrianna

20. Fame


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Prologue: The Beginning

September 21, 2013
18 th Birthday
Adrianna


“Ask for what you want and be prepared to get it” – Maya Angelou
Today was Amaria’s and my eighteenth birthday. We were currently getting dressed for our birthday dinner that my mother was hosting at our house. She did this lame ass shit every year. No worries, though, me and Amaria were definitely going to the club tonight and turning up. Whenever you saw me, you were bound to see her. She was my identical twin, and most times, people got us mixed up, and that included my father. Don’t even let me get started on his no-good ass.
We were thick as thieves, and everybody hated us together. The only person who could hang with us was Jessie. She’s been my best friend since I could remember, but we’re going to talk about her later.
I had finished getting dressed and putting my go to lip gloss on, and I still wasn’t ready to head downstairs to fake smile and pretend like I wanted all these unknown ass people there. All they did was constantly tell my sister and I how beautiful we were and stare at us. Shit was annoying, and these dinner parties were depressing ass fuck. But whatever my mother’s heart desired is what she got. My father spoiled her rotten. The way they were with each other made me happy. I couldn’t wait to find the man I’d spend forever with. But that would be never.
My parents always kept us away from boys. Last year, my sister and I graduated from an all-girls private school. I didn’t know why we couldn’t just go to a damn public school, but I never thought to check my parents about it. It really wasn’t that bad. The popular girls at school would always invite us to parties. We’d go, and boys would be there. I guess those were the boys who attended the all-boys schools as well. It all just worked out. During our senior year, our mother wanted us to dress a certain way and have our hair always straight down our back. She’d always tell us that we were going to be the head of the business very soon, and we needed to learn how to dress the proper way.
I didn’t know what they hell she meant by that, but I was always intrigued. I wanted to be just like my mother. My mother was the spitting image of Taraji P. Henson. She always rocked her hair in a layered bob. Her deep dimples would show every time she opened her mouth to speak. My sister and I inherited her hazel eyes, which I was happy about. She was so beautiful and was a workaholic just like my father was. But my mother was thick like a Snicker. She was shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle. Waist was snatched, and her butt was very plump.
My father, Big Mal, was maybe the prettiest black man I’ve ever seen. My dad was a heavyweight, but he owned that shit. He didn’t care what anyone had to say about him. He was the second richest lawyer in the A, and everyone wanted him to take their case. He was always in court or either doing a fucking interview. I loved my father, but I just wished he was with us more. Like today, he wasn’t there. He was across the country doing God knows what.
“Adrianna, Mommy says we need to be down in the next five minutes,” my sister, Amaria, said when she walked through our Jack and Jill bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, she plopped her ass on my bed. She was wearing the same exact dress as me just in purple. I was wearing gray. We both were rocking our red bottoms that Daddy had mailed to the house the other day. How generous of him, right?
“I don’t care what Mommy says. I’ll make it down there when I’m good and ready,” I told then took a picture and sent it to Jessie.
My mother was never fond of Jessie. She thought she was too grown and hated that we hung out with her. We stayed getting in some mess, though. Every time we’d go to the mall, some girls would come up to Jessie and start some shit. I wasn’t going to let someone just jump my best friend, and my sister wasn’t going to just stand there and watch me fight. Sometimes I felt like we didn’t need to be fighting because of who my father was, but I wasn’t finna let my best friend go out like that. Every time we fought, we beat each and every one of their asses. They started calling us the Unfuckwitable Twins. We weren’t to be fucked with, and that was on me.
And then there was my little brother, Jason. He was sixteen and was always to himself. My parents let him do whatever the hell he wanted. They let him attend private schools and all that. He was the baby and was spoiled to the max. I felt like my daddy loved him more than he loved me and my sister. As hard as I tried to always get his attention, it was like I was trying too damn hard. I started to stop speaking to him and spoke only when he spoke to me. My sister was the same way. I mean, Amaria barely spoke to anyone besides me. She honestly didn’t even care to speak with my mother.
“I can’t wait to move out of this damn house. Mommy always making us do some extra shit that doesn’t even make sense,” Amaria blabbed to me. I was touching up my hair a little bit with my flat iron.
“You always saying that bullshit, knowing damn well they not letting us leave this house anytime soon. Be grateful they not telling us to go out and get a job,” I told her and put my flat iron back on my vanity and turned around to look at her.
“I wanted to go away to college, Ade. I wanted to get the experience that every other teenager gets. But your parents have other plans for us, and I’m flabbergasted. You want to know why? Because what in the hell can they possibly have in fucking store for us? Tell me!” she yelled and jumped off the bed then got in my face.
I ignored the hell out of her. She was getting too emotional over this bullshit. Our parents weren’t great parents, but they were in our lives. They fed us and made sure we never needed anything. They gave us everything we ever asked for and then some. Maybe we didn’t get to go to certain places and do certain things we wanted to do, but we were one of the richest families in Atlanta.
“Mom said get y’all asses downstairs right now,” Jason said as he came into my room and plucked Amaria on the head.
“I swear to God if you touch me again, I’m beating your ass, Jason! I have on fucking make up!” Maria screamed after my brother.
I already knew his ass was long gone.
Grabbing my phone and my lip gloss, I looked in my floor length mirror one more time to make sure I was good. I was that bitch, and everyone downstairs was going to know that. Snapping my fingers, I laughed at myself in the mirror.
“Come on, Adrianna, you look fine. Trust me. Now let’s get downstairs before momma comes looking for us,” Amaria said and pushed me from in front of the mirror and out of my room.
I closed my door, and we walked downstairs together.
When I say the people there weren’t the people I was expecting to see, they weren’t. I was looking at girls who I’d never seen before a day in my life. They were dressed like they were about to hit the club and had braids in their heads. My mother never let us wear braids.
“Finally! Come here. I want to introduce you to everyone,” my mother said to us.
“Mom, who are these people? I thought this was just a regular dinner party like we did every year,” Amaria whispered to our mother.
“Shut up. Tasha, you know the girls. This is A