The Boss Lady (8 page)

“
Man the crazier the better. That’s the best part of it.” He was smiling like he had experienced the same thing I had and he was reminiscing on all the drama. “Hold up. What the hell were you doing at her house?”

“Remember her kid.”

“Yeah a little girl.”

“The kid called me up and asked me to
fix some things around the house. The kid’s grandmother was okay with all the work I did but the mother didn’t know anything about it. So when Miss Nevels the devil showed up and saw me in her house it was like World War III. She laid into me.”

“And you laid into her.
Looks like it was worth it.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
For now I decided to omit the part about the burglar the stabbing and the hospital stay.

“You going back for more?”

“No, I’m cool.”

“
Yeah right, I don’t believe you.” Tony blurted out. I frowned. “I’m going to make the coffee.” Tony left my office but I knew he would be back soon.

Why would any man want to put up with that kind of abuse and tortur
e? I can’t handle that massive bossy attitude, no thanks. Nicki Nevels was far beyond my mental capacity.

I had t
o think about whether or not my daughter’s killer would serve real time or get a slap on the wrist, vehicular manslaughter. I can’t entertain toxic people. I had to admit it felt so nice to sleep for once. Just to close my eyes and fall asleep. I miss my daughter. I miss sleep. I miss my old life.

CHA
PTER SIX

It had been a week since my lascivious encounter with Nicki. I didn’t call her at all. I continued to talk to Kelly over the phone. I’m not sure if her mother was aware but I didn’t really care. I was no longer intimidated by Nicole Nevels. I made her wet. I made her cum hard. I did that. I had control over her body if only for an hour. That passionate hour gave me confidence and bigger balls.

Today I had some personal business to attend to. It was something I had put of
f for some time but today I would handle it once and for all. I didn’t want to go into the city…traffic, parking meters, parking garages and people. I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. I had never gone to jail to visit anyone. Sure some of my old buddies from high school graduated to life’s of crime after high school graduation. Once they went into lock up I was done with them.

I had never
bothered to visit my brother when he was in jail. His various possession of a control substance charges were foreign to me. Why he became a druggy was baffling to me. My brother and I were like night and day. I was the good son. Ryan was not.

I would sometimes give our mother bail money to get my brother out but I never went to see him in jail. I never went to any
of his numerous court dates. I didn’t have time for fuck-ups and today I was on my way to visit the biggest one that ever blew into my life.

After Hailey was born I decided to straighten up my act and walk on the right side of the law. I wanted to be a good role model for my daughter. I wanted a better life for her then the lonely one I had growing up.

Although it was my first time going to visit someone in jail, I knew about the process. I had heard it described many times from people that had served time and the people that had come to see them. Rebecca was locked up in the Cook County jail. Her crime was committed in the city of Chicago. She was in with the hardened criminals. I could say it serves her right but I don’t know how I feel. I don’t know how to process my feelings. I just know it hurts me to be without Hailey. I know that it hurts Rebecca just as much. She is her mother. She lost Hailey too.

After a rigorous screening process I was finally seated
behind the glass of booth three. There was a phone on the wall of the small cubicle. It was just like the movies. I looked up from the phone as Rebecca walked in. She was in handcuffs. She was wearing a two piece pale blue prison uniform. I saw the white letters CCDOC printed on the back when she turned to pull her chair out. She sat on the opposite side of the glass partition. She used her handcuffed wrists to pick up the phone and I followed suit. This was surreal. I was here at the Cook County Department of Corrections visiting my late daughter’s mother.

“Luke, I’m so glad you came.”
She forced a smile.

“
I said I would come.” Rebecca looked terrible. Her long blonde hair looked stingy and oily. Her face was pale and blotchy. She had lost a lot of weight. I remembered how she looked when we first met, like Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch days. “You look kind of thin.”

“The food here is terrible.”

“Have you heard anything about bail?”

“Maybe, I got my cousin working on my mother. She is taking my calls now. It’s not just the one charge so the bond is higher
than it would normally be. That’s what my lawyer told me.”

“Okay.”

“Luke, I’m sorry. I never thought. I didn’t think I had that much to drink.”

“Well you did.”
I heard this same story over the phone.

“
I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Rebecca I don’t hate you.
” I think I was lying. “I’m too hurt to hate anyone. In my head I know it’s your fault. I know you are the reason Hailey is dead but I can’t bring her back.” That was mean.

“I would trade my life for hers
if I could. You know that right?”

“I know.”
I lied. Did I know that? I know I would die for Hailey but Rebecca was always a selfish woman. Would she give her life in exchange for anyone’s? I’m not too sure about that. I know she loved our daughter but her love was not as deep and centrally connected as mine. Hailey was my life. I had my moving company and my kid. Those were the only things I cared about. My family didn’t matter that much to me. Women didn’t matter to me. Hailey was all I cared about and Rebecca’s drunken stupidity took her from me.

“Luke, I’m dying in here.”

“What about the gun charge? Are they going to drop it?”

“I’m not sure. My lawyer is trying to work out a deal. The gun wasn’t mine so I hope that goes away but he told me the state
’s attorney is cracking down on drunk drivers. The involuntary vehicular manslaughter charge is not going anywhere and the DUI is here to stay.”

“
Has your husband come to visit you?”

“No, he won’t even let me talk to my kids.” Rebecca started wiping away the tears that had fallen from her red and puffy
blue eyes. “I have to get out of here. I’ve been in here for five weeks. I need to see my kids.”

Rebecca has two other children. They were in the car when she was drinking and driving. Her four year old son broke his arm. Her six year old daughter only suffered a few scrapes and bruises but my daughter Hailey died. I should have never let her spend the weekend with Rebecca. Hailey wanted to see her
half brother and sister. I trusted Rebecca with our daughter and now this has happened.

“
Luke, my cousin Jo is collecting the money. If you can give anything to help me got out of here.”

“
Jolene.” The cousin that I slept with in high school before I even knew Rebecca.

“Yeah.”

“I can come up with two thousand.”

“Thanks Luke, I will tell Jo to come pick it up.”

“That’s fine.”

After minutes of talking I decided to end the visit. Seeing Rebecca didn’t make things better. It made it worse. Hailey has her mother’s green eyes
, her mouth and her strawberry blonde hair. God I miss my daughter.

I had received some good news earlier from
another little green-eyed girl. I was already downtown so I decided to drop by Miss Nevels office. I had been deep inside this woman. I would drop the Miss Nevels and just call her Nicki from this point forward. I earned that right when I made her cum.

I knew where Nicki worked because Kelly had told me. I asked a lot of questions about her mother. Kelly was very forth
coming. Talking to Kelly about her mother and her life got my mind off the void in my house and the gaping void in my heart.

Nicki’s office
building was downtown on Michigan Avenue. You could see Lake Michigan from the building. If her office faced the water she had a beautiful view to behold while working. I grappled through the sidewalk full of spiffy dressed business types. I entered the building and read the directory. I was looking for Crome and Foster. It was located on the twenty-third floor. I took the elevator up the twenty-three stories. 

The
young receptionist directed me to Nicki’s office. Of course she notified Nicki I was in the reception area. She could have met me in the reception area but I’m sure she wanted to show off. She wanted me to see her big fancy office.

The receptionist knocked twice and then opened the door for me to enter.
I was in jeans and a t-shirt. I felt extremely underdressed but I didn’t really care. I had information to share with the boss lady.

Nicki was sitting behind a huge desk when I stepped in
and gave it my once over. Her office was huge and warmly decorated. The view was just as spectacular as I imagined. Behind her desk was a picturesque view of Lake Shore Drive, Buckingham Fountain and Lake Michigan.

Nicki stood. “Thanks Gretchen.” Nicki
clearly stated and smiled at the receptionist. She’s nice to others, go figure. Gretchen closed the door leaving me alone with the boss.

Nicki raised a suspicious eyebrow.
“Why are you here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah right? You just happened to be downtown Chicago.”

“Actually I was at Cook County jail.”

“Why does that not shock me, going to visit one of your outlaw relatives?”

“Yeah something like that.”

“So Mr. Hamilton--”

“So formal, I’ve seen you naked.” I strolled up to her desk. I planted myself in the middle of the two leather chairs placed in front of the desk.
I wanted to remain standing. My height was my advantage. Nicki was powerful but I was too.

“So like
I said earlier, why are you here?”

“I wanted to see where the educated uptight snobs work?”

“Well Luke you didn’t have to enter the building for that. You could’ve just stood out on the sidewalk and looked up at the architecture.”

“But that wouldn’t be any fun.”
I smirked. I like her disdain.

“Fun is for fools.”

“We had fun.”
My eyes roamed her body as I recalled the hot garage sex, the bedroom sex and my cock pounding her hard from behind.

“No that wasn’t fun.”

“You’re right. That was a beating, a lesson in discipline.”

“Oh so I guess you call yourself disciplining me?”

“Well someone had to knock you off your high horse.”

“
And that was you?”

“
You know that was me.” I grinned and licked my lips.

“You are so arrogant.”

“I prefer the word cocky.”

“Oh God.”
She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah that’s what you call
ed me when I was inside you.” I winked. Nicki’s full lips drew into a seductive smile that she promptly removed.

“I’ve asked you why you are here. Did
you think you were going to show up to my job and come in my office and have your way with me?”

“That depends on how short your skirt is. If I can get in quickly and get out quickly that might be possible.”

“Let’s get one thing straight. I only tolerate you because Kelly likes you. I don’t like you.”

“I don’t like you either. I’m
not here for a rematch.” But I wouldn’t mind getting back inside her tight walls.

“
Great because one round was enough to last a lifetime Mr. Hamilton.”

“I’m that good.”
I couldn’t help the huge smile that formed on my face.

“No that was an exaggeration. Good enough to last maybe three months at the most.”

“Three months, Nicki did you just give me a compliment?”

“Fine, take it and roll out.”
She placed a hand on her hip, such lovely hips.

“Stop trying to get rid of me.”

“I wish and pray that I could.”

“No you don’t
really wish that.”

There was a knock on her closed office
door that put an abrupt halt to our flirtatious banter. I turned and saw a black man in a business suit enter her office with a manila folder in his hands.

“Excuse me,
Nicole I have the report you requested.” The black man was talking to her but staring at me. I gave him the same inspection he was giving me.

“Thanks James.”
Nicki said as this James guy placed the folder on her desk. “James this is Lukas Hamilton.”