Page 29 of A Million Boss Kisses

When it went to voicemail again, I gently nudged her waist, guiding her toward the truck without a word. We were the last ones to pull up, so my truck was parked against the curb. I opened the rear passenger door, and Amill’s bright smile greeted us.

“You coming home with us?” Amill chirped.

“Nah, we have to take a ride somewhere real quick. Can you wait here for me?”

“You sure you want to leave me alone with them? I might run off with Quincy if you don’t watch me close enough,” Amill taunted.

My jaw clenched as she slipped her smart ass out the truck.

“You got your hands full with Amill,” Marissa laughed.

I silently helped her into the truck and turned to make sure Amill made it in the house before climbing in behind her.

“Wayne, can you drive up two streets and make a left?” Marissa requested. Wayne pulled away from the curb and followed Marissa’s directions until we pulled up in front of a massive home with three cars in the driveway.

“That’s my car that he’s driving tonight,” Marissa pointed.

Wayne pulled into the driveway behind the car Marissa pointed out.

The moment I opened the door of the truck, loud voices spilled from the house.

I could make out female and male shouting, but the door muffled their words.

Marissa took off toward the house before I could help her out of the truck and I was right behind her.

She banged on the door and waited for someone to answer, but I reached over her and turned the doorknob to let myself in.

All eyes shot to us. “What’s going on?” Marissa inquired.

Lil Q and Jameera were on one side of the hallway, looking dapper as fuck in their matching fits, and an older nigga with a salt and pepper beard stood across from them.

“Man, when I got here the nigga did the whole pull a gun out and scare me from fucking his niece and returning to him by the curfew type shit,” he vented, eyes focused on the man across from him.

“Motha fucka…” Marissa lunged at him, and I scooped her up by her waist.

“Chill out, man,” I whispered in her ear. “You good?” I asked Lil Q.

“I’m straight. I’m more annoyed. I was finna put him on his ass but then Jameera was probably going to break up with me for hurting her uncle.”

“Like I said, lil nigga, try it.”

“Uncle Sam! Please! You’re drunk,” Jameera teared up.

“Relax bae, don’t cry. I’m straight. We good, let’s go to homecoming and enjoy our night as planned.” Lil Q gripped her hand, attempting to soothe her.

“I agree with Lil Q. You look amazing, dry your tears and go enjoy your evenings,” I encouraged, squeezing Marissa’s hand.

She was fuming and I couldn’t blame her.

It was taking everything inside of me not to go upside this nigga’s head.

Jameera’s presence was the invisible arm holding me back.

Like Lil Q said, I ain’t want to do shit to run her away from him when I just stepped foot into the picture.

I didn’t want static with her son over this bullshit.

“Nah, she ain’t going nowhere with this disrespectful lil nigga.”

Before he could emit another breath, I pulled my gun from the back of my waistband and shoved him up against the wall, nudging the cold metal into his cheekbone. The thud echoed through the big ass house that lacked rugs and proper furniture to catch the sound.

Jameera screeched behind us, and the room was still as Sam’s lip quivered.

“The fuck be wrong with you niggas? Pulling guns out to scare jits that’s already cracking y’all daughters. You flashed a gun over curfews and corsages now my shit in your face. That shit feel good to you?” I snarled.

“N… N…”

“Don’t stutter, speak up nigga! Was you stuttering when you was playing the protective uncle role?

Playing with guns when I can smell the liquor on your breath.

They are going to homecoming, and you are going to apologize for raising Marissa’s blood pressure on what is supposed to be a beautiful night. ”

“I’m sorry, Marissa,” he sputtered.

“Shit, you owe them an apology too,” I yanked him off the wall and turned him towards Jameera and Lil Q.

“I apologize for… for fucking up y’all night.”

“You ain’t fuck it up. We still gone have a great night,” Lil Q smirked, straightening his shirt.

“Please don’t hurt him.”

“I won’t,” I smiled, placing my gun back in position. “You good right, Sam?”

“Yeah, we all good,” he nodded his head rapidly.

“Good, and if you ever see my son again, you better walk the other fucking way. Do you understand me?” Marissa badgered.

“I understand. I apologize,” he fretted.

“Lighten up, nigga,” I nudged him. “You pulled your gun. I pulled mine. We all good now, right?”

“Yeah, we good,” he confirmed.

I really didn’t give a fuck if he was good, but I could tell Jameera was concerned about his drunk ass, and I still wanted them to enjoy their night. Sam started some shit I just had to finish.

“Good, now let us get a picture of the both of y’all before you take off,” Marissa requested, walking out the door.

Lil Q had a quick private talk with Jameera, and he must’ve had the gift of gab because she was smiling and taking pictures in no time.

I kept my eyes on Sam at the doorway. His bottom lip was still quivering in fear while they took pictures.

When they were done taking pictures, he almost broke his ankle running back into the house.

Lil Q and his date went on with their night, and we went back to Marissa’s house.

“Thank you.” Her sweet voice cut through the silence as we sat in the driveway, neither of us wanting to move and bring our time to an end. It was clear that we didn’t mind dinner or committing felonies together. Time together would always be time well spent.

“You’re welcome. I always have your back.”

She smiled at me and took a deep breath. “I need to get back in there with my family.”

“I know,” I commented, opening the door.

I stepped out and helped Marissa out behind me. “Make sure you don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I won’t. Amill is probably going to try to convince me to buy her a car after what your son told her.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that. I hope you aren’t one of those dads who tries to scare off her date,” Marissa eyed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and scooped her up in my arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as she cupped my cheeks to initiate a kiss.

I devoured them this time. Swirling my tongue around in her mouth until she finally pulled away.

I felt her kiss the top of my head, leaving the remnants of her gloss behind.

I shook my head from side to side, fast and loose, like one of those rubber ducks kids smack around because that shit sent electricity through me.

Marissa’s jovial chuckles made me smile.

“Do it again,” I encouraged.

Her juicy lips pressed against my scalp again. “I’ll even rub it for good luck,” she bubbled.

“I wanna make you mine, Marissa.”

“I’m already yours,” she confirmed, kissing my lips again.

“Mama Marissa at it again,” Boy Corey’s voice pulled us apart, and Marissa slowly slipped from my hands.

“You heading out already?” She inquired.

“Yeah, my mom FaceTimed me and saw all the food, so she asked me to bring her a plate,” he explained.

“Okay. Make sure you tell her I said hi. Drive safely.”

“I got you,” Boy Corey nodded.

We waved as he pulled off, and I went into the house to grab Amill’s moody ass so we could go home.