14. Ciera
Juelz and I were lying in his bed talking. He’d asked me to stay the night and I agreed. We both were a little hungry, so we went into his kitchen to find something to eat. His phone started ringing and he grabbed it off the counter.
“Yeah,” he answered, placing the call on speaker.
“Sir, there was a shooting at the club,” some guy spoke and he took the call off speaker. The more he listened to the caller, the more livid he became.
“Is my brother good? He questioned. “Get me those fucking tapes! Somebody has a death wish that I’ll grant for trying to kill my fucking brother.” He hung up and dialed another number, and he placed the call on speaker. Some dude answered on the first ring.
“Yooo.”
“Meek, what the fuck happened?” He yelled.
“We don’t know, man. We were outside handling a situation with the chicks that your friend was with, and the next thing we know, cars rolled up on us and started bussing.
They some weak niggas because no one was hit.
We all meeting at Lucinda’s; Zel had to take her sister home, but he’s on his way here now,” Meek said to him.
“Bet. I’m on my way.” I ended the call and turned to Ciera.
“Hey, get yourself together. I need to leave, beautiful.”
“Juelz, is everything okay? I heard him say there was a shooting at your club.”
“Yes, everyone is fine, now get dressed,” I told her.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I knew he wasn’t trying to be rude but it kind of came off that way and hurt my feelings a little. However, I just did what he said and got my things so that I could leave.
Juelz had his driver meet me out front and just like that I was whisked away feeling like a $2 hooker.
The whole drive to my house I was deep in my feelings because I couldn’t help but to think about if I would’ve actually had sex with him.
Losing my virginity was something so special to me and I hadn’t even given it to him yet and he already had me feeling replaceable.
Maybe I was thinking too much into it, I don’t know.
Then add in the fact that he was literally my boss now, there were just way too many things already working against us.
I loved my job too much and worked way too hard to be put into a position where I had to choose between my new position and him.
If we didn’t work out, I’d eventually be forced to quit, and I didn’t like that thought one bit.
Then despite my reservations, I still found myself checking my phone just to see if he’d reached out. Sadly, he didn’t.