Boss Chicks by Shvonne Latrice

Author:Shvonne Latrice [Latrice, Shvonne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-07-31T00:00:00+00:00

Zipping my Prada Boots, I sat up straight to look around for my purse. Once I located it, I stood to grab it off of the chaise and then gave myself a once over in the mirror really quickly. As I fixed a few hairs out of place, Rashawn walked into the bedroom, staring me down and probably hoping that I’d talk to his ass.

At this point, I was done with him after he asked me to play nice with Glockman. I just couldn’t be married to a man that would use me as a chess piece like I was some whore.

“Hey,” Rashawn finally said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I ain’t been in here in a minute.” He chuckled, referring to the bedroom since his ass had been in the guest room ever since he got to talking crazy.

“And you won’t be in here anytime soon.”

“Lyle, come on, baby. I’ve suffered enough.” He pleaded as I put on my jewelry. When I didn’t respond, he asked, “How is the relationship with Glockman going?”

Without looking his way, I tittered. Even after sleeping in the guest room and getting the cold shoulder, the nigga still didn’t give a fuck. He still put the advancement of his career over me.

Deciding to give him what he’d been asking for, I said, “Pretty great. He ate my pussy.”

When Rashawn didn’t reply for a while, I smiled without looking his way, acting as if what I’d just said wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Lyle?” he finally uttered, sounding astonished.

“Just what the fuck I said. I played so nice he gave me head, and I thought, why not return the favor?” I finally focused my attention on Rashawn, whose jaw was in his lap.

“I— and then what?” he inquired.

“Wow! You really don’t give a fuck, huh?” I shouted, unable to continue to be nonchalant. I was furious that Glockman was right about this nigga.

“No, no, I do, baby.” Rashawn got up to come near me. “I do, but what you’re doing benefits the family. You keep this up, and he’ll probably put me on Toddy and Fane’s level. Once that happens, you can stop all this.”

“Yeah, okay, nigga. Well, how about this? I want a divorce.” I folded my arms, looking up into his face. Surprisingly, he looked genuinely shocked and saddened.

“Lyle, nah, baby, that’s not the answer to—”

“Not the answer? Let’s see… My husband basically wants me to fuck another nigga so he can be a faux kingpin. Yeah, divorce sounds about right.” I turned to walk to the door.

“Lyle, no we—”

“Ah! I said I want a divorce, and I don’t wanna discuss it!” I put my hand in his face to stop whatever bullshit he was about to spew. “Now move your shit to the guest room. I will let you stay here until you find an apartment you can afford. If it takes you longer than two weeks, you’re gonna have to call one of your little corner boy friends and see if you can shack up with them.

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