Santa, I Want A Boss by Eriee

Author:Eriee [Eriee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Zen

Iwas in Los Angeles checking on the luxury apartment complexes I owned. I was making plenty of money off those investments and I was glad I did it. Since I was done, I was Christmas shopping before I caught my flight back to Memphis. I found my momma some gifts from Chanel and the Gucci store and planned to give her some money since she liked that above everything.

I found Nurah some stuff too. I bought her and Novah matching Chanel bags. They were light pink, and Novah’s was the same style, just smaller. I went into a few more stores to get her some clothes, shoes, and a few more bags I thought she would’ve liked. I didn’t tell her I was buying them gifts. I was just gon’ pop up like Santa. Plus, after she was stealing out the store to give her daughter a good Christmas, I knew I was going all out for that little girl as if she was my own.

My momma wanted them to spend Christmas at her mansion in Atlanta. My family was messy as hell, and I didn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation. She wasn’t shit like my past bitches who ran out the house crying when my family met them in passing. Nurah was the type to slap the fuck out of my auntie if she felt compelled to do it. She was dangerous and bringing her to the Christmas dinner could’ve easily turned into an all-out brawl. If she wanted to go, I’d still take her though.

I was in Victoria’s Secret picking out body sprays and lotions for her. She hadn’t called me, and I didn’t call neither. I didn’t want her to think it was just about pussy, so I put my pride to the side and called her first. She answered quick like she was waiting by the phone for my call.

“Hey,” her voice made me start getting hard in the store. “Wassup?” I played it cool. “Nothing, at Wet Willie’s with Jaysha on our break. Your brother is an asshole, and he don’t have too many more times to crack jokes about me being a baby momma or how I had to bring Novah. That shit is rubbing me wrong because all day, he’s been making remarks that make me wanna slap his uptight ass,” she went off on me.

“Let me call you back, baby.”

I called Zion as soon as I hung up on her. “Yeah?” he answered dryly. “Aye mothafucka, fall the fuck back with all that shit about Nurah having a baby or how she had to bring her to work with her. Respect mine and I’ll respect yours. Ain’t no fuckin’ lines finna be crossed, nigga,” I told him straight like it was.

“Bruh, she came in here with a toddler in a wagon,” he tried to justify it. “Ask me if I give a fuck. I don’t care if she came in that bitch with a poodle wearing a skirt in a stroller.

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