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Relocated

6 Months later

Boon graduated law school and passed the bar with flying colors. It was the beginning of the summer and Boon had been doing well. He was doing a little dating, but nothing too serious. He had moved to a brand-new loft in South Loop. After careful consideration, he felt it was best. Johan kept blowing up his phone and Boon really wanted to put the beaters on him. When Boon packed, as he was preparing to move, he found that Mela stole his stash of cash he kept in his closet: $9000 that he kept in an old, Stacy Adams shoebox. He didn’t even bother to pursue the issue. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” he said, as he unpacked in his new abode.

Boon was out on a mission, after growing tired of unpacking his belongings. He had a date tonight with a girl named Shardae, whom he had met at a deli the same week he found his new home. Shardae and Boon had both wanted the last slice of key lime pie the deli had. Boon ordered it first, so by rule of the restaurant, it was his.

“I mean, if you’re willing to let me take you on a date, you can have the pie and I’ll even pay for it,” Boon had told her. Almost as soon as he told her that, he realized it was a mawkish comment, but it was too late to take it back. Much to Boon’s surprise and liking, Shardae accepted.

“I’m glad you didn’t come at me with the disrespectful stuff. That corny move just got you a date,” Shardae gushed, as she exchanged numbers with him.

Boon was a little embarrassed, when she called his pickup line corny; but hell, he thought it was too. Shardae was almost a Stacy Dash look-a-like, but with more hips, bust, and ass. She was no taller than 5’4 and wore her hair in some honey blonde micro braids.

Boon was looking for an outfit to wear tonight; he and Shardae were going to the Cubs game. “Shar”, as she went by, had never been to a professional sporting event and eagerly wanted to go. As he walked in Footlocker, he heard a female voice call his name from behind.

“Daniel Watson? It can’t be!” the woman said.

Boon froze in his tracks and turned to see whom it was that had called his name. It was none other than Taz. Boon frowned, as soon as he recognized her. She was gorgeous in her grey, Hermès, summer dress with the sandals and handbag to match. Just seeing her caused Boon’s loins to go crazy; however, he felt some type of way about how she had left him. Gold digger.

“Tatiyana Lopes,” he said, dryly. “Surprised you know who the hell I am,” Boon stated.

“Well, aren’t we bitter?” Taz poked fun at him. “The dick was great, Boon, you just couldn’t afford a bitch like me. I’m a few levels above your pay grade, or have you gotten yo’ cash right?” Taz retorted.

“Bitch, fuck you. Apparently, yo’ scandalous-ass ain’t got yo’ mind right yet,” Boon snapped and walked into the shoe store.

It had been months since a broad had remotely pissed Boon off, and the last time had almost proved fatal. He sometimes woke from dreams of killing Mela for fucking his supposed-to-be homeboy.

“Can I help you find something, sir?” the teenaged salesperson asked Boon.

“Yeah, if you can tell me what kinda drugs these hoes on that got them actin’ all cocky.” Boon was still a little miffed. The salesman only shrugged his shoulders. “Gimme these and these in a size ten and a half, li’l bruh,” Boon said, referring to the same pair of Kevin Durant’s in different color schemes.

It was about 2:00 p.m. and Boon wasn’t set to meet Shardae until 7:00. Boon got into his Challenger, fired up his engine, turned on Pandora Radio from his phone, and pulled off. Before he was even five minutes removed from the mall, his music was interrupted by his phone’s incoming call. His phone was connected to his radio, so he could hear his conversation through his speakers. He didn’t recognize the number, but he answered anyway.

“Wazzup?” he said to the caller.

“Can I talk to Boon?” a woman’s voice asked.

“Who this?” Boon asked, as he made a right turn, half a mile away from his destination.

“This is…wait, promise me you won’t hang up first.”

“Man, hell naw. I ain’t promisin’ shit. Who are you?”

“Please, Boon. Tell me you won’t hang up once I tell you.”

“Okay. I won’t hang up. Now, who is this, actin’ 17 and shit?” Boon asked, becoming annoyed.

The voice was sexy, coming through his speakers, but Taz had pissed him off already, so he was in a fucked up mood.

“This is Gia. Giovanni Frazier. You remem—”

Boon hung up. Rick Ross’s “Hit You From The Back” was playing on Pandora. It was interrupted twice more, before Boon finally answered.

“What you want, Gia? Huh?” he yelled. “You died to me when you did that triflin’ shit.” If the episode with Taz earlier hadn’t pissed him off, this shit definitely did the trick.

“Boon… baby, I’m sorry. I—”

Boon hung up again. He wanted answers too; he just had to get her irritated first. After all, she fucked up, not him.

The next call from Gia went a bit more civilly. In the end, she convinced Boon to meet up with her after his date with Shardae. Boon said he didn’t trust her enough to come to her, so he’d tell her where to meet him after he left Shardae.

Boon wondered if any other man went through the type of shit that he went through with women. Of course, they got dumped, but the shit Boon encountered had to be on another level.

“I should kill these hoes for playin’ wit’ pimpin’,” he joked, as he dropped Shardae off after their date and pulled away. He’d had a good time at the game with her; he’d even scheduled a dinner date with her for later in the week. For whatever reason though, he could not get his mind off Gia. He thought about how sexy her ass sat in a pair of boy shorts. How she moaned his name when she rode him and let him dive deep into her love glove from behind. Most of all, he thought of when she had fucked Shyne and he had heard it all. For some strange reason, being pissed like that was giving him a rush. Combined with his encounter with Taz earlier, and the thoughts of Mela from months ago, this shit with Gia only intensified the rush, and Boon began to smile wickedly. He grabbed his phone to call Gia.

“I thought you was gon’ stand me up, Daddy,” Gia said, as Boon unlocked his car door and let her in at the Texaco.

“I was,” he said, almost seriously.

Gia sucked her teeth. “Stop playing.” She leaned over, kissed Boon on his ear and sat her purse on the backseat.

Boon couldn’t be mad right now if he wanted to. Gia had on a yellow tennis skirt made by Ralph Lauren and a white Ralph Lauren T-shirt, with yellow sleeves. She smelled like something Boon wanted to lick off her. She knew what she was doing, dressing sexy and smelling all provocatively and shit.

“So, where to?” Boon asked, trying to compose himself and tame his third leg.

“Let’s find us a lounge or somethin’. I wanna hear some music, but I still wanna talk to you,” Gia said, rubbing Boon’s thigh.

Boon reclined his head in understanding, turned up the Yo Gotti song on the radio, and worked his way through traffic.

After a short drive to the Westside, Boon found the perfect spot. An upscale lounge/bar called Three Sheets. The couple entered and found a nice, cozy booth in the corner. A waiter approached and asked if they were ready to order.

“Let me get a 20-piece order of lemon pepper wings, Grey Goose and orange juice, and a Cosmo for the lady,” Boon said.

He knew what Gia wanted; it was her favorite drink.

“You remembered,” she murmured, with a look of remorse.

“Is that a bad thing that I did?” Boon asked, when he saw her expression.

“No. I just…I…wanna make shit okay between us, Boon,” she said, looking solemn. “I fucked up and I know this, but I miss the hell out of you,” Gia whimpered, with glossy eyes, as though she might cry.

“Yeah, well, yesterday is forever the same, but today and tomorrow can be altered. So, which will you focus on?” Boon asked, wiping a falling tear from his ex-lover’s face.

“Damn, you still got a way with those words, boy,” Gia said, as the waiter brought out their drinks and sat them in front of them.

“Wings’ll be out in just a minute,” the waiter said, as Boon handed him $40 and declined the change.

“Can I ask you a question?” Gia asked, as she took a couple sips from her Cosmopolitan. Boon nodded. “Do you still love me?” she asked.

Boon looked her in the eyes and told her, “Real love never dies. I just don’t trust you, playa.”

“I deserved that.” Gia nodded.

The waiter appeared with the wings and Boon ordered another round of the same drinks. The liquor was doing its job, as both Boon and Gia caught up on old times. Gia answered a few text messages, but, otherwise, gave Boon her undivided attention all night.

“You ‘bout ready?” Gia asked Boon, when he sat his glass down.

“Yeah, I ain’t drunk, but I will be if I have another one,” he said, standing up and following Gia out of the lounge.

He could not take his eyes off her ass, the entire walk to the car.

“Can I go home with you tonight, Boon?” she asked, bluntly.

“I don’t care, G. At least I ain’t got to do much driving,” Boon said, pulling into traffic.

“Oh, actually, I was hoping you would be in the mood for a li’l ride when I got you home, Daddy.” Gia rubbed Boon’s chest and stomach.

Boon mashed the gas a bit harder.

*

“I just moved in here yesterday, so excuse all my shit every—”

They had barely made it into the apartment before Gia was on him, kissing him and with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He gripped her ass cheeks and they kissed passionately. He could feel the warmth from her juice box on the zipper of his Robin’s shorts. She jumped down and unbuckled his belt, as he gently squeezed both her breasts, before pulling off her shirt. She got his shorts down and pulled his elongated manhood through the hole in his boxers. She kissed the head of it, letting Boon feel her MAC lip gloss, while he pulled up her skirt and palmed both her thick, but soft, ass cheeks. Just as he slapped her bottom, she slid his length into her mouth.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, as she slowly bobbed up and down on Boon’s pleasure pole.

“Damn, Gia! I miss this mouth, girl,” Boon groaned, throwing his head back, as he slowly fucked her mouth. Gia slurped him faster and moaned even louder. She eased Boon to the floor, still simultaneously jacking and sucking his pipe, and slipped off her soaked G-string. Boon reached for his shorts and got a condom out of the pocket. Gia took it and used her mouth to put it on, rubbing her throbbing clit all the while. She stood and then hovered over Boon’s hardened rod, before easing him inside of her.

“Damn, this dick’s bigger than I remembered,” Gia said, riding slowly, to get reacquainted with a dick that had pleasured her years ago, on several occasions.

“Take that dick, Gia!” All of it!” Boon demanded, raising his hips to give her all the wood, as she came down.

“Oh fuck, Boon. Ohh…fuck me!” Gia exclaimed, as she bounced. Boon kissed her nipples, as her size 36D breasts bounced in the same rhythm.

“Turn yo’ sexy-ass around.” Boon wanted to watch her ride backwards. As Gia got up to reverse cowgirl, her phone rang. The ringtone was Beyoncé’s “Drunk in Love”.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I gotta get that.” Gia crawled to her Chanel purse.

“The fuck?” Boon sat up, wondering if this bitch was serious. Gia was on her hands and knees, scrolling through her phone, after missing the message. Boon eased up behind her, on his knees, and gripped her hips, as he entered her.

“Wait… ooh… baby.” Gia put her face on the floor and let Boon work her over with his magic stick.

Boon, looking down, saw Shyne tatted on her right ass cheek, as he spread them apart and it reignited his fury. He began to pound Gia out with no remorse, causing her to moan louder, until they both climaxed.

Within minutes of the session, Gia was hibernating. Boon, still peeved, lay on the sofa bed next to her, wide awake. This triflin’ bitch in my life again, Boon thought, as he stared at the ceiling.

Bzzzz.

Her phone vibrated against the floor. Under normal circumstances, Boon wouldn’t have touched it, but he wanted to see who it was. When he got to the phone, it no longer buzzed; but much to Boon’s surprise, it wasn’t locked. He looked back to make sure Gia was still asleep. Tore yo’ ass up, Boon smirked, as he saw that she hadn’t even changed positions. He turned back to the phone and went to her text messages.

U betta not have sucked dat nigga up, read the first message Boon came to.

Boon frowned and looked at the contact the message was from. Someone named “My Luv” sent the message. Boon shook his head, exhaled slowly, and went to the message before that.

My Luv: Make sho’ u make that lame put on a rubber!

Boon got pissed and began reading all 15 messages “My Luv” had sent since Gia called him earlier. One in particular stood out:

My Luv: Try to hit him up for at least 20 thou. U kno that fuck nigga love u.

Boon was ready to wake this scandalous bitch up and put her out. However, he had thought about his get-back and didn’t want to alert her. It was hard to sleep before, but it would be impossible now. Revenge is best served cold, and Boon’s heart was turning arctic.