Page 30 of A Million Boss Kisses

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Marissa Bentley

Y aseer left my house about an hour ago, and I already missed him.

My house was full of people yapping, and having a good time, but I wanted to be up under Yaseer.

Instead of fighting the feelings, I was ready to succumb, and for the first time since we met, I texted him first. The feeling was foreign after being in a marriage with Quinten for all of these years and being alone for the last year.

Me: I miss you.

Yaseer: I miss you too. But I already told you we can link. As soon as we got home Amill went in her room to sit on the phone with her friends and I been in the office going through emails.

I opened the thread to reply, but there was a knock at the door.

“I got it!” Girl Quori called out.

Me: I need to get rid of these kids so I can let you taste this lip gloss again. Everybody is still here.

Yaseer: I’m trying to taste both sets of lips. It’s almost been a week. A nigga is feigning.

Me: Me too. I’m about to get rid of them. Then you can come back over here since Lil Q isn’t coming home tonight.

Yaseer: I’m on my way to you as soon as you say the word.

“Dad?” Girl Quori’s befuddled tone instantly wiped the smile off my face. Every head in the living room turned towards the hallway to see if Quinten was really here. I climbed to my feet, ready to send his ass far away from my house, but I was too late because he was barging past Girl Quori.

“What y’all having a party over here? What’s the special occasion?” Quinten’s smug smile made my skin crawl.

His head swiveled around the room, and I caught a glimpse of the back of his bald head.

Somehow, he carved enough time into his schedule to tattoo the back of his peanut ass head.

This man was a walking midlife crisis if I’d ever seen one.

It seemed like he had time for a little bit of everything besides his kids.

“Well, if you gave a damn about your kids, you would’ve known that Lil Q’s homecoming is today, and Quincy had a Fall Ball game earlier. He’s been gone for about an hour. You missed him now, please leave.”

“I’m here to see my sons,” he replied.

“So just your sons?” Girl Quori huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You know what. Maybe you should stay, and I can leave,” I cut in. “Three out of your five kids are right here under one roof. This is exactly where you need to be.”

“Before you leave, we need to talk.”

“I’m not interested. Take your gangsta globe head ass over there and talk to your kids,” I fumed, snatching my purse off the table.

“You always got a bald joke these days. Ain’t the nigga you fucking bald?” Quinten snapped, grabbing my arm before I could walk past him.

“See, there is a difference. He’s bald by choice, not because of a receding hairline and a botched hair transplant. My nigga looks good with a bald head…”

“Yo nigga?” Quinten cut me off, but I was fired up.

He should’ve been here while Lil Q got ready today. He should’ve been the one to handle the situation with Jameera’s uncle earlier. He shouldn’t have missed Quincy’s Fall Ball game earlier.

“You heard what the fuck I said. My nigga looks good with a bald head, meanwhile you look a fucking mess with your oblong head. A bitch couldn’t even touch your bald head because you still trying to do shit to fix it.

I rub my niggas head for good luck every day before he leaves,” I ranted, then lowered my voice so only he could hear my next statement.

“Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to lick my nigga scalp while his dick in me. ”

In an instant, his eyes went dark, and Quinten’s hands were around my throat as he slammed me into the wall sending the picture frame tumbling to the ground.

My arms swung wildly, hitting him everywhere my fists could land.

The sound of furniture scraping my hardwood floors filled the room as everyone scrambled, knocking things over while trying to get to us.

Quinten couldn’t keep up with me because blood started seeping through his cream shirt.

It took nothing for Tech to toss his ass into a wall.

“Alright, you need to leave!” He barked, pointing to the wall.

Girl Quori and Jury pulled me back down the hallway, asking if I was okay, but I was just fine. The evil smile on my face symbolized how Quinten fucked up, and the look on his face told me he knew it.

“Marissa…”

“Nigga, I said you need to go,” Tech roared, standing toe to toe with his father.

“Aye, I let you get away with a lot of shit but not when it comes to my wife!” Quinten argued.

“Well shit, treat her like she your wife!” Tech retorted.

“I know you got a lot of stress on your chest about me, but you’re a part of me. Whether you like it or not you my son. You a reflection of me.”

“No the fuck I’m not,” Tech laughed in his face.

“I’m nothing like you. I handle my responsibilities no matter how hard the road may be.

Unlike you, I’m not scared of the nigga that gave me life.

You scared of your daddy. You know most of your men don’t dislike you, but they don’t like your bitch ass dad, and you too pussy to stand up to him. ”

“You speaking real confidently about a bunch of shit you don’t know about,” Quinten gritted.

“Oh, I know a lot. Did you forget I got close enough with two of your men that they left your organization and relocated to work for me? I know enough.”

Quinten and Tech stood in the entryway toe to toe, both of their fists bald.

“Dad, you need to go,” Quincy finally spoke up, and I turned to see him standing behind all of us, disappointment evident.

“I’m not going nowhere.”

“Quinten, we don’t have anything to discuss. You can speak to my lawyers but don’t pop up here. Now get the fuck out! You know you crossed the line, so stop fucking playing with me!”

Quinten’s nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed in on me, but he knew better. Tucking his emotions, he turned around and gave us his back, along with a clear view of the crowned skull tattoo etched into the back of his head.

Rolling my eyes at his goofy ass, I relaxed when the door closed behind him.

“Ma, are you okay?” Quincy checked on me.

“I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m sorry for doing that in front of you.”

“You good?”

“I’m straight. I think I’m going to stay the night here just in case he comes back.”

“Awww, Quincy. You don’t have to do that. If you want to stay here to cuddle up with me, I understand, but I’m the mom. I’m here to protect you,” I clarified, wrapping him up in a hug.

“I’ll still stay here,” he confirmed.

“Alright, we are going to head out. I think we’ve all had enough excitement for one night. We are going to head out too.”

“Yeah, we gone slide too,” Vez added in, passing Girl Quori her purse.

The girls came over to offer brief hugs before they slowly made their exits. I went into the kitchen to start putting the food away. Quincy was right beside me, maneuvering around the kitchen.

“It’s clear you aren’t trying to work the marriage out, and I think that’s for the best at this point,” he broke the silence as he wiped the counters down.

“I don’t plan to get back with your father,” I sighed. “But the divorce or how I feel shouldn’t influence the way you treat him.”

“He does a good job of that all on his own.” Quincy dropped the sponge onto the counter and turned to face me.

“I been pretty cool about dad’s absence.

I’m getting older, I need to man up and handle my business.

However, he was at our little cousin Meme’s preschool graduation at the end of last school year with everybody else.

Just smiling and shit in all the pictures Karmello posted, and after not coming to a single one of my games.

Then today when he showed up, he didn’t want to see us. He wanted to talk to you.”

“We don’t know that. I didn’t exactly give him the opportunity to see what he wanted.”

“Nah, you can’t shield us from his antics.

We are grown now. I texted him about my Fall Ball game because he did call us on Monday to offer an apology.

We sat on the phone with him for about an hour before he had to go.

I thought we might be getting back on track, but once again, he didn’t show up,” he shrugged.

I took a deep breath and placed the last aluminum pan in the refrigerator.

“Quincy, listen to me. Don’t let his bullshit fuck with your confidence or your mental.

You are the blessing. He is missing out on all of your greatness, and the only person that will have to shoulder that burden is him.

You show out every time you pick up that bat and the whole world knows that.

He might not have been there, but those scouts were there.

Me and your siblings will always be in your corner wearing your number and cheering you on!

” I gently fluffed out my shirt, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Focus on what you can control. That’s the only thing you can do.

Quincy nodded and I pulled him in for a hug. I held him tight, feeling the tension leave his body as his shoulders relaxed. “I love you,” I cooed.

“I love you too.” He nodded as we broke the embrace.

“I got you always,” I cupped his chin and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Likewise.”

“Let’s cut into the cheesecake that Yaseer bought you. His daughter told me that he had his assistant hop on a private jet and fly to Miami just to grab you this cake because you love it so much,” Quincy explained, sliding the box across the counter.

I blushed uncontrollably. Yaseer was definitely a man after my heart.

“I’ll let you slide dating this one man that’s in my stratosphere, since I can see you really like him, and I can tell he likes you too. But this is a one and done thing. You gotta meet men that I don’t have any connections with.”

“In my defense, I didn’t know you guys had a connection when we first met.” I chuckled, cutting the cheesecake.

“Well, how long have you guys been seeing each other?”

“Boy, I’m not about to discuss my dating life with you. As long as I’m happy that’s all that matters.”

“You know what, you right. Ion wanna know anything else,” he laughed.

I plated the cheesecake, and my phone rang inside my purse on the dining room table. With my cheesecake in hand, I already knew who it was.

Yaseer: Damn, you running from me?

Me: No. I’m not going to be able to get away. Something happened with Quincy and I need to be here for him.

Yaseer: Y’all good? You need anything from me?

Me: I’m fine. There was just some family drama. I’ll make time in my schedule for you tomorrow.

Yaseer: I’ll be waiting.

I placed my phone down and went back into the kitchen to enjoy my slice of cheesecake with Quincy. Then we popped popcorn and watched scary movies until he fell asleep. A mother’s job is never done.