When you Give a Boss your Heart

By Taylor B

Do two wrongs make a right?

Attorney Sunday Arnold sure thinks so.

With the entire world as an audience to her famous husband Travis's alleged affair Sunday decides she's going to do whatever to make herself happy. She finds solace in the arms of a stranger, the charming and sexy Kelsey. A one-night stand turns into something neither of them is ready for, but the connection they share is too strong to overlook. Sunday refuses to believe Travis's denial and sides with her woman's intuition. Will following her gut lead her to the answers she's searching for or is she solely to blame for her splintered marriage?

Sunday's older sister Summer chooses to follow her dreams of becoming a clothing designer which lead her to New York. While in the big apple she falls for a charming man that promises to give her the love she desires there is only one thing standing in his way, HIS WIFE! Witnessing his untimely death and being threatened by his killer sets Summer on track to return home to Atlanta where she realizes her sister's life isn't as glamorous as she assumed. A chance meeting with the persistent Deshaun has Summer questioning if her love in New York ever truly existed anywhere other than her mind. Will Deshaun be everything she's hoping for?

With drama at every turn follow the Moore sisters as they realize life ain't easy when you give a boss your heart!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Taylor's Ink Publications
• Release date: Jul 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201169145

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1

SUNDAY

Tapping my perfectly manicured nails against the marble countertop, I watched the digital clock on the stove. With each passing minute, I became more enraged that I was in this ten-thousand square foot home alone, again.

My mama always said behind every crazy woman is a man who made her that way and this nigga was swag surfing on my last damn nerve. He told me before he left that he would be home before midnight, I knew it was a lie the moment the words slipped off his tongue. I knew he was a busy man, but my issue was that he never kept his word. When he did make it home, he would blame his struggling nightclub as his excuse for staying out all night. I’m guessing it slipped his mind that I used to work in this same fucking club; I knew what the fuck went on after hours. Hell, it used to be us fucking in his office, but those days were long gone. Maybe tonight he would blame the studio he owned as the reason he couldn’t answer my many phone calls or respond to any of my messages. I used to be his partner in every move he made, but he didn’t keep me updated on his day to day moves anymore. Things were most certainly different between us, he was different.

5:44 am

Sliding my feet into my fluffy bedroom shoes I pushed my body off the bar stool. I was sick of this shit. I picked up my phone and I tapped the screen full of anger as I began texting my husband for the umpteenth time. Before I could hit send, I heard the garage door opening just outside the kitchen. I sighed and dropped the phone back on the counter just as the kitchen door swung open. The wind raced in behind Travis sending my cotton robe retreating behind me.

Why you up? he frowned. Standing 5’11, 190 pounds of muscle, with deep brown skin, pretty ass straight teeth, with a thick ass dick all made him confident and cocky as a motherfucka.

"It’s damn near 6 in the morning and-

And what? he interrupted my rant by stepping in closer to me. He often used his sex against me, and this argument would be no different. Skillfully, with only his left hand he untied my robe and rubbed my nipples through my sheer black cami. My pussy throbbed with anticipation as he teased my nipples with his thick fingers.

Why are you home so late? I whined feeling vulnerable with his hands on my body.

Some shit popped off in the club. I had to take care of my people. He told me removing his hands from my body before walking over to the microwave. He opened the door expecting to see a meal I slaved over the night before, but he wouldn’t find it there. I watched his shoulders move downward as he exhaled in frustration before he spun around and faced me.

Why didn’t you cook?

Why didn’t I cook? Well, quite honestly, I was tired of cooking every damn night for my husband to come in whenever the fuck he wanted, fuck me into a coma, and then be gone before I could even wake back up to talk to him. This is why I stayed up all fucking night and now morning to have this conversation-well argument.

It was more important to check on your niggas than to call or text your worried wife? I frowned.

My face indented into the look I usually gave when I didn’t understand something.

First of all, stop doing your face like that you look like one of them fucking emojis yo ass be sending me, and one of my workers could have died tonight I ain’t have a choice but to be there. He told me.

And again, your wife came in where? I eyed him intently.

Look, I’m here now, ain’t I? What more do you want from me? I come home to yo ass every day, I fuck you silly every chance I get, and I got you up in this bad ass house. It’s some niggas out here that make they girl work and pay half the bills you ain’t gotta do shit. He ranted opening the fridge and pulling out lunch meat.

"You said some niggas out here make their girl work, nigga I’m your fucking wife or did you forget?" I propped my hands on my small waist.

How I’ma forget some shit you make painfully clear every fucking day? He mumbled as he slammed the mayonnaise down on the counter. Tears quickly filled my eyes and slowly traveled down my cheeks. As if someone had kicked my midsection and knocked the wind out of me, I held the corners of the counter as I tried to get my thoughts together.

"Aye, yo’ I’m-

I held my hand up to silence the apology I didn’t want to hear. We argued a lot, but lately Travis was becoming more and more disrespectful and careless with his words. I walked around the island and opened the stove pulling his plate of fried chicken breasts, mashed potatoes and gravy, string beans, yams, and a yeast roll out. I handed the plate to him and continued walking out the kitchen without saying another word to him.

I met Travis my final year of law school when he was on trial for racketeering and possession with intent to distribute. His girlfriend at the time, Bria was my mentor and part of his legal defense. She pulled me and two of my classmates in to help and we started spending a lot of alone time together. Once he was found not guilty, he broke up with Bria and made things official with me. Fast forward six months and we were engaged and now we’ve put a year of marriage under our belt. Shit wasn’t always flowing pretty for us, but no marriage was perfect.

I really am sorry, Travis whispered in my ear as he joined me in the shower.

Travis—

Nah, Sunday don’t push me away. I got something for you. He said seductively in my ear.

He rubbed his thick, hard dick against my ass as he pulled my body to him by my waist. Swaying to his own beat he tickled my nipples slowly pulling a moan out of me.

Spread your legs let me in he demanded.

Not giving me time to comply his leg pushed mine apart. He rubbed my clit in a circular motion with his middle finger before sliding two fingers inside me.

Right there baby. I moaned as I humped his hand.

You was fronting like you ain’t want all this dick. Look at you, about to cum already. You want to cum baby? he alternated between kissing my neck and biting it.

Yes…yes…I need it, I begged as my breathing became labored under his touch.

Nah, you don’t deserve this good dick. He told me snatching his hands away from my body.

Turning my body around to face him I rested my arms on his shoulder and tried to kiss him. He dodged my kiss and pushed me against the wall roughly before picking me up by my thighs. Pushing his thick rod inside me I was impaled in place against the cold tile that lined the shower stall.

Oh, shit baby, don’t stop. I cheered him on as he pumped in and out of me with wild excitement.

Shut the fuck up and take this dick, he growled at me.

Pounding me into submission I came two more times before he finally pulled out of me and released on my ass cheeks.

Travis! How are we going to have a baby if you always pulling out? I asked pushing myself off the wall.

My fault. He grabbed his washcloth and lathered it up.

I refused to say anything else, so I waited until he was completely finished scrubbing his body and, on his way, out before I started. This was typical of Travis and me, fuss and fuck, well if he was home long enough to be present for any of it. When he was with Bria, he bought a recording studio, and he was working on opening the club. I worked with him running the club before we were married, but once I passed the bar, I felt like things between us started to change.

We decided that we wanted to start a family right away and things were looking up until about three months ago when I had a miscarriage. I thought we decided to start back trying, but clearly, that was a one-sided decision.

What you up to today? the bastard had the nerve to ask me.

I’m going to go to sleep.

Damn, a nigga ain’t knock that damn attitude away? Come ride this dick so you can lose that shit.

He snatched his shirt back off and I rolled my eyes completely ignoring him while I continued getting dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top.

See this the shit I’m talking about yo. You wonder why a nigga stay away from this bitch so much. You stay bitching about what I do or don’t do I hate being in this motherfucka anyway. He snapped.

I knew he was baiting me into another argument. Well, I was with the shits today.

Why the fuck you keep coming home then? I walked up to him.

I ain’t got to shit, it’s plenty of women out here that know how to keep a man. He spat.

Oh, really? The question is can you find a woman to keep yo black ass out of jail and suck and fuck you better than me? I don’t think so, but good luck finding her motherfucka, I snapped.

Man, he rubbed his waves.

I can’t wait for you to go either so I can have a man all up and through here slanging that dope dick, I replied.

Silence.

The room was completely silent as we both stood eyeing each other down.

Okay, maybe I went too far, but fuck it, don’t throw stones and then hide your hands.

You trying to get a nigga killed ain’t you? he asked with a straight face.

I continued to ignore him and climbed in the bed. Before I could get comfortable Travis, dove on top of me and pinned me to the bed. Tickling my underarms until I couldn’t laugh anymore, he finally stopped and rested his head on my chest.

Sunday, I love you man. I’m out here grinding for us. A nigga just trying to make sure we straight before you give me a son. He said and then lifted his head to look into my eyes.

I know. Things are different now; I miss how close we used to be. I replied honestly. He pulled the blanket back that separated us and slid beside me.

This close enough? he asked wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my cheek as he held me.

I woke up still wrapped in his arms and that alone put a smile on my face. I pushed him over to his back and slid between his legs. I pulled his basketball shorts down his legs and stroked his manhood to life.

Hmm, baby what you doing? he looked down at me.

Damn it’s been that long? You don’t know head when you feel it? I licked my lips.

Travis didn’t respond he simply pulled a pillow from beside him over his head. Creating a perfect seal around his dick with my mouth I let my mouth fill with saliva as I stroked him.

Shit. He hissed as he humped my face. Speeding up I jacked his dick while twisting my mouth spilling saliva as I did.

Baby, I’m about to cum. Where you want it? he asked.

In my mouth baby, I told him massaging his nuts and allowing him to fuck my face.

Seconds later he held my head and came in my mouth. Channeling my inner freak hoe, I played with his nut in my mouth and used it to lubricate his dick as I continued sucking his dick.

Ga Damn girl. He moaned as he shuddered. He pushed me back and I giggled swallowing the rest of the nut in my mouth before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

The rest of the day we stayed in bed eating, watching movies, and sexing each other up. I was happy to be spending so much one on one time with my husband. Weekends like this were rare and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

2

SUMMER

S ummer…baby, please call me back. Jayveon’s voice poured through my phone as I checked my voicemail. I rolled my eyes and continued flat ironing my weave allowing my many voicemails to play on speakerphone.

Stupid ass nigga! I hissed.

Putting the finishing touches on my hair I looked over my sexy body in the all-white off the shoulder dress I was rocking. Damn, I was a bad bitch! At 5’3, my thick thighs and perky titties could make a blind man see. I loved my curvaceous body, and I made no apologies about it either. Shit, as hard as I worked in the gym to get and keep my body right if I could walk around butt ass naked I would. Jayveon worshiped my body which is probably where our problems began.

Jayveon and I met at the car wash he owned, and I thought it was love at first sight. I mean the man could stop traffic he was so gorgeous, but he also had this rough around the edges hood part about him that I was drawn to. I just couldn’t help myself he was exactly what I wanted and nothing that I needed which in hindsight I can say was a recipe for disaster. He swept me off my feet being the perfect gentleman and treating me like a queen before everything fell apart. His wife popped up at a restaurant we were in, causing a whole scene. She gave him a choice, her and the life they built together or me.

You ready? my best friend asked stepping into my bathroom. She was wearing a pink two-piece outfit I’d designed a few months ago.

Z, I don’t even really want to go. I just want to curl up and cry myself to sleep. I rolled my eyes.

And that is why you have to go. You can’t just sit in this apartment and be miserable. Fuck Jayveon, he cheated on his wife and lied to you, he doesn’t deserve you. She said resting her hand on my shoulder.

I nodded my head in the mirror and took a deep breath. You’re right let’s do this. I told her before standing up.

Zaria and I became fast friends when I moved to New York after I graduated from High School. It was one of the fashion capitals of the world so even if I didn’t have a desperate need to get away from my family this was where I wanted to be. I loved my family, I really did, but I couldn’t compete with Sunday. She was drop-dead gorgeous, smart, funny, and the youngest so she could do no wrong. Not even when she met dope dealer Travis and stole him from her mentor. My parents might not care for Travis, but they were accepting of their relationship.

She married Travis Keys Arnold and her magic touch had him making waves as a reformed bad boy turned completely legit music producer. As one of his lawyers she helped get his case thrown out and the two were married within a year. She had the hood fairytale complete with a gangster decked in chrome and the devout love of our parents, how could I compete with that? Granted my business ‘Summer’s Wardrobe’ was big shit to me and a couple other people it just didn’t compete with a law degree.

As a little girl I made clothes, for myself, Sunday, our Barbie’s, hell anybody that would let me measure them really, so I knew that’s what I wanted to do. I went to the Fashion Institute and soaked up as much knowledge as humanly possible. My parents loaned me my first twenty-five thousand and with that, I hit the ground running. My boutique wasn’t where I wanted it to be, but I was extremely proud of my success so far.

Zaria and I arrived at the house party, and I tasked myself with making our drinks in the kitchen while Zaria became a social butterfly passing out business cards and talking to people.

Summer! I’m so glad you could make it. Tayla hugged me.

Thank you for inviting me. The decorations are pretty, and you look even better sweetie.

Tayla was one of my first clients back in the day. She was nervous about a casting call she had coming up, so I eased some of her worries by dressing her and she’s been using me ever since.

Thanks, boo! Hey, I want you to meet my fiancé, Solo. She said pulling him over to where we were standing. Damn! This nigga was fine as hell. Towering over us he flashed me a smile that had me ready to wring my panties out.

Nice to meet you, Summer. Tay talks about you all the time. He replied shaking my hand with a smile. I could see the tattoos covering his hands as well as a few peeking out the top of his shirt, so I knew he was hood.

Nice to meet you as well, I replied letting his hand go.

Hey, there are some people here that want to meet you, Summer, Zaria said interrupting our conversation.

Hey, Tay. They hugged before Tayla introduced Zaria to Solo.

Hey, this is my fiancé, Solo,

If you two will excuse us. Oh, and Congrats Tay. Z replied ushering me away from the couple.

Girl, do you know who that is? Z asked me once we were out of earshot.

Other than Tayla’s fiance no. Why who is he? I shrugged.

You haven’t heard of the Thomas brothers?

No, who are they? I shrugged.

Solo works for them. I’m surprised you don’t know since Jayveon works for ‘em too. she replied with bug eyes.

I don’t care who Jayveon works for. Show me to these people who insisted on meeting me. I told her ending the conversation. By the end of the night, I had several prospective new clients and I had passed out all my business cards. My feet were tired, and my head was pounding, but none of that matched the pain in my heart. All I wanted was to go home and snuggle up with my man, too bad for me he was already snuggled up with his wife.

Bye! Z called out to me from inside the UBER we shared. I smiled and waved bye to her before pulling my keys out my purse and unlocking the metal door to my apartment complex.

Can we talk? I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Jayveon standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets as he stared at me.

Be strong, girl. I coached myself.

About what? Your wife. I scoffed trying to close the door behind me, but he caught it and let himself in.

Alright yeah, a nigga married. I’m sorry I should have told you. He replied like an idiot.

And I’m sorry I wasted my time on a dumb ass like you. Nigga, you are in a relationship, taken, COMMITTED to someone else. At least that’s what you should be, not here standing in my face. I replied unlocking my apartment door and walking in. He stood outside my doorway when I left the door open.

Oh, you force your way in the main door and now you want to stand outside? I asked crossing my arms.

Baby, what do I have to do to make things right? he pleaded.

Hmm, let’s see…NOT BE MARRIED. I replied taking my heels off. He stepped inside my apartment and closed the door behind him.

Done.

What do you mean done? I scoffed while opening a bottle of wine.

I poured myself a glass and then focused my attention on him.

"I mean, you want me to get a divorce? That’s easy. I never wanted to marry Princess anyway, but I didn’t have a choice not if I wanted-

Why are you telling me any of this?

I love you and I don’t care what it takes I want to be with you. I’m leaving my wife.

I choked on my wine at his admission. "You can’t just run in here filling my head with bullshit about loving me and leaving your wife. I can’t believe you-

Why wouldn’t I leave her? he walked over to me.

I stepped back out of his reach, Get out. You have to go.

He licked his lips as he continued to pursue me. Resting my back against the front door Jayveon imprisoned me with his hands on either side of my head.

I ain’t going nowhere until you forgive me. I need you baby. He softly trailed kisses up my neck.

Jayveon, it’s not that simple you loved her at one point. How can you just jump to divorce her so easily? I’m a lot of things, but a fool is not one of them.

I wasn’t in love with her when we got married. I care about her sure, but the only woman I love is you.

So why get married? I confused. He let me go and walked away before he spoke again. I didn’t have a choice. I was fucking with her, and her family made it clear that only their blood could get down with them. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Her brothers—

The Thomas brothers I assume? I interrupted him running my fingers through my hair.

Yeah, how do you know them? he narrowed his eyes at me.

I don’t know them, but one of them, Solo is engaged to—

Tayla We both said at the same time.

She’s a client, I replied.

He nodded his head and ran a hand over his face. Now, I can just leave her.

Just leave huh? I chuckled.

Ain’t shit funny, Summer. You know how I’m rocking with you. I been fell out of love with her. Me and her don’t have sex anymore, we don’t spend time together, I’m usually with you. he moved over to the couch with me.

We did spend a lot of time together which is why I never saw him having a wife as something to look out for. But that didn’t mean shit cause she still held the title whether they were acting married to not.

"Jay-

I need you baby. He told me pushing our foreheads together.

I felt the connection we had to each other. I talked a good game mainly, but I loved this man. I was an addict for his touch, hell most days I would have settled to be in his airspace. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care I wanted to be with the man I loved.

How could love be wrong?

So, when he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom, I didn’t protest. Dropping me on the bed he kissed me passionately before pushing my legs apart and ripping my panties in half.

Damn, that pussy wet. She wet for me? he ran his fingers up and down my sensitive middle.

Yes, baby. I panted in anticipation.

Not wasting any more time Jayveon covered my pussy with his mouth before using his tongue to spread my lips apart. He knew what drove me crazy so only a few minutes later I was cumming drenching the bed with my nectar.

God, I missed you. I moaned as he made his way up my body.

You missed me or the dick?

Both.

Entangling our hands together he pushed his thickness into me not giving me time to adjust. I wrapped my legs around him as he punished my pussy. The headboard bouncing off the wall provided a beat to the melody of the moans that filled the air. Nothing felt wrong about the love we shared.

Tell me you love me. He demanded slowing down and winding his hips.

Unable to deny his request I replied, I love you.

Don’t give up on us. I want this forever. He told me staring deep into my eyes.

I won’t, I promised.

After changing positions and exchanging orgasms we lay in bed wrapped in each other’s arms watching the sunrise.

If we going to be together you gotta be willing to leave New York. He told me.

I sat up at the news of leaving the second home I’d created for myself. What? I just really established a good clientele here and—

Summer’s Wardrobe can stay here, think of it like an expansion. Z can run this one for you and you can create another store somewhere else. He told me kissing my forehead as I lay on his chest.

I don’t know if I can do that right now.

If I leave my wife then I gotta leave the city. Her brothers ain’t going to let me just leave her and still work for them. Do you want us to be together? he asked me now staring down into my eyes.

Without hesitation, I nodded my head yes.

Then we have to leave. I’ll start making plans for us, somewhere far away, maybe L.A. You can start ‘Winter’s Closet’ or whatever you want to call it there. He replied.

I nodded my head yes agreeing with him. Let’s do it, baby.

3

SUNDAY

B aby, have you seen my phone charger? Travis’s deep voice boomed in my ear as I tried to get the last few minutes of sleep before my alarm went off.

Travis…I don’t know. Why would I know? I turned over to block the light peeking in through the blinds.

Man, I got a flight to catch in less than two hours and I can’t find the shit. He continued on his rant as he rambled in drawers.

Today was my birthday and this nigga was on his way out the door. I loved