Only A Boss Could Love Her: Chaela & Nasir's Love Story

By Kay Nicole

After all the chaos she's experienced, Chaela is happy to be with the man of her dreams, Nasir. Raising a beautiful daughter and being married is all she ever wanted. Life seems to be perfect in the Blackwood home, but what will she do when she finds out everything she thought to be true is a lie and that Nasir isn't as perfect as he portrays himself to be? Nasir Blackwood is living the life he always wanted with the woman he has loved for years. There's only one problem; Nasir is living a double life. When his past comes back to bite him he will risk losing everything: his wife and his family. Will Nasir convince Chaela to stay or will he lose her forever? A'Leah is three types of crazy. Born and raised in New York, she's as ruthless and ratchet as they come. After living in the shadows for years with her three-year-old daughter Nira, A'Leah is determined to make her presence known. She will stop at nothing to have Nasir to herself, even if that means harming the one person he loves the most. Will she get the man of her dreams or will she lose everything trying?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jul 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648404467

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1

Chaela

Shit! I yelled, jumping out of my sleep.

I had sweat pouring down my face, and the sheets beneath me were soaked. I had just woken up from another nightmare about Rodney’s ass. Even though he’d been dead for over a year, the memories I had of him would always haunt me forever. See, everyone only knew about the last time he beat me, but the abuse started long before that. Sometimes, he would beat me and leave me at home for days with no food, no phone, or no car. There were many days that I contemplated suicide, but Nasir was the only thing that kept me going.

Speaking of Nasir, I looked over at his side of the bed, and it was empty. I picked up my new iPhone X and realized it was almost noon. I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth so I could go find my husband and my baby girl, Nyla.

After handling my hygiene, I walked down the huge spiral staircase and found Nasir and Nyla sitting in the kitchen, eating and watching TV. I just stood there and took in the sight before me. I was beyond blessed to have both of them in my life. Being a wife and a mother were two of the best things that ever happened to me. My baby girl, Nyla, was my world. She was the spitting image of her father but had my complexion and curly hair. Two dimples rested on her chubby cheeks, and her eyes were to die for.

Hello, my babies, I said, walking into the kitchen, picking Nyla up from her high chair. As soon as I touched her, she looked at her father and started crying. Here, Nasir, take your child, I said, pretending I had an attitude.

Oh, you mad? he asked, laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

I just don’t have time for her funny acting ass today. Whenever you’re not here, she and I are the best of friends; but as soon as you come around, she kicks me to the curb.

She’s a daddy’s girl, baby, he said, walking behind me with Nyla in his arms. I know someone else who’s a daddy’s girl. Chills ran down my spine once I felt him lick the side of my earlobe. Nasir knew exactly what to do to turn me on.

What are you getting into today, Mrs. Blackwood?

I’m going to meet Makayla so we can meet with the wedding planner and get the ball moving on this wedding stuff. Do you want me to take her?

I’ll keep her. I’m chilling today, so she’s good. If anything, I’ll take her to the daycare, he said, referring to A Learning Way, which is the daycare my mom and Makayla’s mom owned.

Okay, baby. Oh yeah, one more thing... What’s the budget for the wedding?

Don’t say the word ‘budget’ no more, ma. Just get this shit together ASAP.

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An hour later, I pulled up to Patisserie 42, and Makayla was outside waiting for me. I was so happy to see my friend, and she looked damn good. With us both having families, it was so hard to get together with just the two of us. She didn’t even see me walking up because she was too busy on her phone.

Bitch, I could have caught you slippin’, I said, reaching out to hug her.

Never that, Chae. My baby taught me well. You look cute.

Thanks, mama. You look cute too.

She had dropped about fifteen pounds after she had the baby, so her stomach was flatter than ever. She wore a pair of tan, wide-legged flowy pants with a white, off the shoulder, sheer top. Her makeup was neatly done, and her hair was hanging perfectly down her back.

Welcome to Patisserie 42. My name is Allison, and I’ll be your cake consultant for the day. I have a variety of flavors for you to taste. I’ll have my server bring them out to you, and then we will work on the design of the cake. Follow me right this way, she said, walking us over to a large round table. Before we knew it, servers were coming out with so much cake that I couldn’t even contain myself. By the time we got to the third plate, we were both full as hell.

Chaela, this cake is good as hell. I have to eat as much as I can here because Qualim and Ali are not about to be on my nerves.

Don’t do my nephew like that. How’s Qualir doing with his fat self?

Qualir was her three-month-old son who was going on thirty.

He’s good, girl, just getting bigger every day. And Nyla?

Funny acting as hell. I left her little ass right at home with her daddy, but anyway, we’re having a little dinner party this weekend. Adults only, so you and Q should come by.

We will definitely be there, but keep Shara’s ratchet ass at home, please. You know I don’t like that bitch, and she’s always in Qualim’s face.

Shara was my younger cousin. She was always trying to fuck someone else’s man. Even though the girl was scandalous, I still loved her and always wanted her around me. We grew up together. We were just three years apart, so she was more of a sister to me. What Makayla said was right, though, but it wasn’t just Qualim. It was every nigga she came across that had a girlfriend or wife. I caught her looking at Nasir once, but I nipped that shit in the bud real quick. Since then, I hadn’t had any more problems out of her.

Kay, now you know I can’t do that, but what I can do is keep her far away from you and my brother.

You better because I would hate to have to beat her ass, Chaela, and you know I will.

I looked down at my vibrating phone and saw that Nasir was calling me.

Hey, honey, I said, happy as hell. After all these years, this man still gave me butterflies.

Wassup, ma? Listen, I made plans for us tonight, and I need you ready by eight o’clock. Chad will be there to pick you up, so don’t be late, Chaela.

What about Nyla, Nasir?

Don’t worry about all that. Just be ready at eight, and I’m not playing with you. Wear something sexy too. By that time, I was blushing and smiling so hard that Makayla was staring at me with a smirk on her face.

Okay, bae. I’ll see you later.

I love you, baby.

I love you too, Mr. Blackwood.

I looked down at my phone, and it was only a little after 3:00 p.m., so I had a little time to spare before I had to get ready. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was so excited. Ever since Nyla was born, we’d hadn’t had a lot of alone time. We would literally plan to have sex, and it was starting to get ridiculous.

Look at you over there just cheesing, Makayla said, laughing.

Girl, stop. That was Nasir. He has something planned for us tonight, and I’m excited as fuck. It’s not until 8:00 p.m., so can we stop past the shop and you beat my face?

Yeah, girl. Come on, Makayla said, grabbing her purse. I called the consultant to the table and told her what flavors I wanted. I then sent her the picture of what I wanted the cake to look like. She told me she had some other designs for me to look at, but I declined. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I didn’t want to see anything that would possibly change my mind.

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When we got to Sitting Pretty, it was packed as hell. Makayla was really doing her thing, and she was working on her third location in Cincinnati. After checking on her employees, we walked to the back where her private suite was, and she began to work on my face. Makayla was the best at what she did, and she had me looking like a porcelain doll. My makeup was flawless, and I knew exactly what I wanted to wear tonight. After kissing Makayla goodbye, I was on my way out the door to go get ready for my date.

By the time I got home, it was 5:30 p.m., and I needed to move as quickly as possible because it took me forever to get dressed. Instead of hopping in the shower, I ran me a hot bath so I wouldn’t mess up my makeup. I wanted to look perfect tonight for my husband. After about a half hour, I climbed out of the tub and applied my Michael Kors cashmere body oil on every inch of my body. I decided not to wear a bra as I put on a black lace thong. My finger waves were perfectly intact, so I didn’t have to worry about my hair. I walked into my large walk-in closet and looked through all of my clothes. I thought I knew what I wanted to wear, but when I tried it on, I didn’t feel like it was the one. After rummaging for almost an hour, I found the perfect outfit. I decided on a long black blazer with fringe hanging off the shoulder. I snapped my oversized Louis Vuitton belt around my waist and then slipped into my brand-new, army-green Valentino thigh-high boots. I went over to my jewelry box and grabbed my diamond Rolex watch, my diamond hoop earrings, and my extended diamond necklace that rested between my breasts.

After looking myself over, I was satisfied with my appearance. I didn’t even look like I’d had a baby, and I was happy about that. I looked damn good, and Nasir was a lucky nigga. I pulled my phone out and took a few pictures for my social media. After posting the perfect pictures, I walked downstairs to the bar in the basement and took a few shots of Hennessy before making a long island iced tea. I knew I was going to be fucked up, but I wanted this night to be as wild as possible. I looked at the clock on the bar and realized it was 7:50 p.m. I ran upstairs because our basement was soundproof, so if Chad was knocking for me, I wouldn’t have heard him. As soon as I hit the top step, the doorbell resounded, and I already knew it was Chad. When I opened the door, he just stood there and stared at me. It was like he was stuck for a minute. I had been around Chad plenty of times, but this was the first time he ever looked at me with lust in his eyes.

Umm, hey, Chad. Are you ready to go?

Of course, Mrs. Blackwood. My apologies, he said, stepping to the side so I could exit the house. He opened the door for me, and I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I didn’t mind because I knew it was harmless, and I knew I looked good. It was fine as long as he looked and didn’t touch. Chad was very handsome. He was about six feet with chocolate skin and pretty brown eyes. He wasn’t as muscular as Nasir, but I could tell he worked out. He wore his hair faded on the sides with two braids on the top of his head. He didn’t have any tattoos, and he barely spoke. He was very mysterious to me, but he also made me feel safe. He had been our driver and part-time security since Nasir decided to go legit. He and Nasir met when Chad graduated from college last year but was having trouble finding a job. Did I mention he was only twenty-two? The entire ride was silent, and before I knew it, we were pulling up to the InterContinental. Chad came around to open the door for me and attempted to put a blindfold over my eyes.

No, Chad. I’m fine.

Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood gave me specific instructions to place it around your eyes.

After standing there for a few seconds, I finally gave in. Not too tight because I have lashes on.

He just chuckled, grabbed my hands, and led me into the hotel. I was so anxious to see what Nasir had planned. My palms were sweaty, and my heart was beating a mile a minute. After walking for what seemed like forever, Chad let my hands go, and I heard him open a door.

You’re good to go, man, I heard Nasir’s deep voice say.

Chaela, take two steps forward, and then take off your blindfold.

I did what I was told, and when I opened my eyes, my jaw hit the floor.

2

Nasir

When I saw the expression on Chaela’s face, I knew I had done a good job. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for my wife. Ever since Nyla was born, we hadn’t been able to have any time alone, and that was all I wanted to do tonight. Chaela was such a good mother and definitely a good wife, and I just wanted her to know how much I appreciated her. She looked so fucking sexy with those thigh-high boots on. I couldn’t wait to have her legs over my shoulders. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand as tears formed in her eyes. I took my thumbs and brought them to her face to wipe her tears away. She just looked at me and smiled with her perfectly straight teeth.

Baby, this is amazing. Thank you so much, she said, kissing me. I had to admit, I did the damn thing. I transformed the room into something amazing. There were white drapes hanging from the ceiling with accents of gold. The floor was covered in white roses and gold stones. I had an ice sculpture with the initials CB for Chaela Blackwood. There was a mini dance floor, and I had some of our favorite slow jams playing. There was a full buffet of all of her favorite foods and desserts. My baby loved to eat, so I knew that would make her happy.

Anything for you, queen. Go over there and have a seat. I’m going to make our plates and get some drinks

Okay bae. By the way, you look sexy as hell. I hope tonight ends with some good dick, she said, being blunt as hell. That’s what I like about Chaela. She didn’t mind saying what she wanted from me and our relationship.

After fixing our plates and making Chaela a Henny and coke, I walked back over to the table, and her eyes were on me the entire time. She looked so fucking beautiful sitting there, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight.

Thank you, baby, she said, taking her plate out of my hand. What’s the special occasion? she asked, stuffing her mouth with lobster.

There’s no occasion. Can’t a nigga just take some time out to appreciate his wife?

By all means.

Okay then. Stop asking questions and enjoy yourself. You know we spend all of our time with Nyla, and I just wanted some alone time with my wife. I just want you to know that I appreciate you because nothing you do for me and our daughter goes unnoticed. I’m a lucky ass nigga to have you as my wife, ma. You don’t even understand, I said, staring into her eyes. The love I had for Chaela ran deep. I always knew I had feelings for her, but when she left Rodney, everything was confirmed.

Thank you, baby. I’m lucky to be your wife too. You have changed my life in so many ways, Nasir. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I don’t even know if I would be here, she said, dropping her head. I knew she was referring to her past with Rodney. I hated when she would bring that nigga up, but the sad thing about it was, he was once a part of her reality.

Aye, ma, don’t you ever drop your head like that again. You know I hate that shit, right? She nodded her head. Okay, good. Stop doing it. That shit is long gone, and you’re safe now. I will die before I ever let anyone hurt you again. Do you understand me?

Yes, baby. I understand.

Okay then. Let’s dance before I go upstairs and tear that pussy up, I said, chuckling. I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. I wrapped my hands around her small waist and gripped her ass. Before Chaela had Nyla, her ass wasn’t this fat. That baby did her some good. I had more than enough to grab.