3. Kenya Monroe
Chapter Three
KENYA MONROE
I watched Inferno stand on the balcony overlooking the city.
He always stood in a way that made him appear humble yet powerful.
Shirtless, with only Versace briefs on, he stood tall as hell in all his fine glory.
I kept asking how did I score a man like him but then if I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror I knew why.
I had curves that put the average chick to shame.
My light sun-kissed complexion always made the toughest men bow down to their knees and give me whatever it was I asked for.
“Yeah.” He spoke into the phone as I tried to quiet my lustful thoughts, to ear hustle what his conversation was about.
He walked away from the balcony and took a seat on the chaise that sat in the corner of our massive bedroom.
Stretching his long caramel legs before him and laying his hand on his washboard abs had me licking my lips and thanking the man above.
“I thought you were coming to meet my parents.” A desperate bitch whined into the phone. All Inferno offered was a soft chuckle giving his answer.
“Listen, Inferno… I love you baby. I want us to work something out. This baby I’m carrying will bring us closer than you think.” She sobbed softly.
“The baby will bring me to become a good father. I don’t want to be your man Mi’elle. I’m the nigga that gives you good dick.” He looked over at me and winked his eyes and grabbed his juicy dick through his boxers causing me to squeeze my own thighs tight.
“Plus, I’ll be a married man soon.” My stomach dropped as he eyed me very carefully while tucking his juicy bottom lip into his mouth.
“That baby ain’t mine, Mi’elle. I wrap up every time and even after I never leave the opportunity for a bitch to sneak and stuff my shit up their pussy.
Once the DNA is cleared, I’ll be a distant memory for you. ”
“Bye Malice.” She hung up. I didn’t know what to say so I busied myself with my phone. Inferno let out a deep chuckle and tossed his phone to the side as he laid his head back and sighed.
“Yeah.” Again, he answered his phone with agitation laced in his tone of voice. This was anytime we spent time together. His phone rang nonstop, somebody always needed something from him. His nonchalant attitude always made him appear like he didn’t give a fuck.
“Why you answering like that nigga.”
“Killa get to it nigga. I’m tryna relax for a couple of seconds before I start making moves in the city.” I slightly rolled my eyes at the sound of Killa’s voice.
“Her name is Queen; she owns a clinic off Rodeo called Sovereignty. In a couple of days, she supposes to celebrate her sister’s birthday at a club.”
“Bet, set me up an appointment at her clinic before it closes. The night of the celebration we snatch her ass up.”
“You not coming to the annual toy drive in south central today?” Killa asked sounding shocked.
“Do I ever?” Those thick sexy eyebrows of his raised and Killa chuckled into the phone.
That was very likely of Inferno, he always gave back to the community and never boasted, or liked the attention that came with it.
You would never catch this man on social media bragging and recording himself feeding the homeless.
He loved staying anonymous for his own special reasons.
I don’t even think he realized how big of a blessing he was to so many people.
“Bet nigga.” Killa caught on to Inferno’s silence and hung the phone up. Now those big two-toned eyes were focusing on me as he licked his full set of lips.
“You got something you need to be doing.” I already knew what that meant. My heart felt like it was starting to thump instead of beat normally. Why couldn’t he see that the only thing I wanted to do was him.
I was in love with him, from his natural curly lashes down to his big prominent beautiful eyes. The burnt mark along his chiseled jawline added roughness to his perfect-looking face.
Inferno stood and slid his boxers down then walked across the room dick limp and all swinging with precision hitting his muscular thighs.
He paused in front of the mirror to take in his appearance then looked at me.
His eyes swept over me fast, I wished I could read his thoughts to somehow know what it was he was thinking.
“You about to leave.” I held my breath.
“No, I want to fuck you, feed you, then go over the numbers.” His smile always looked like a sneer, but it still fit him. Our friendship meant everything to me, but I still wanted more. I wanted to be his woman.
“Come shower with me.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
Shortly after, I heard the shower water start up.
Being apart of Inferno’s Syndicate came with lots of benefits.
I was his accountant and close friend. I watched him mature even more over the years.
With each year that went by my feelings blossomed even more for him.
My loyalty was a hundred percent and I dedicated myself to him and only him.
Inferno was hot and cold with affection, most times he appeared as a friend but days like this felt like he was something more.
All of his close comrades respected me except one, most assumed that I was the main lady in his life which felt good.
“Kenya, out of your thoughts. A lot has to be done today.” That never changed, things had to be done everyday.
I played my role well in this business that I had going with Inferno.
I played his assistant, accountant, friend, and fuck buddy, I also created plenty of ways to clean up lots of his money.
The list was long when it came to the things I had to do for this Syndicate.
My bank account was laced, and I had no complaints.
I liked to believe that I was the main leading lady in his life but deep down I knew at any given moment that could change with the snap of his burnt rough fingertips.
I strip down where I stood and walked slowly into the bathroom, I counted each second, careful not to make him wait a moment too long.
Was this what my life consisted of? Should I be shameful to willingly give myself to a man that didn’t want me in the same ways that I wanted him.
Sometimes it was so painful that I had to force my own tears down.
I made my bed and had to lay in it. Showing too much emotion would make him push back from me.
I already had to keep my chin lifted up when I knew of the nights that he chose to lay with someone else.
Inferno was a lot of things and people from the outside looking in felt like he lived up to his government name a hundred percent.
Malice was cold and very calculated with everything he did.
I never saw the killer side of him, but I saw it in his eyes when someone had him vexed.
I’d heard horrific stories on the news, and they just could never place a face with the crime scene.
Somehow, I always knew that it was him. Anything connected with arson and a person being burnt alive always had something to do with Inferno.
I stepped behind him in the shower and softly placed my hands flat on his well-defined back which had several tattoos covering up his rugged toffee skin tone.
He turned around to face me, with a hard soapy dick.
I slowly dropped down to my knees and allowed the water to wash away the soap before I took the head into my mouth.
Closing my eyes and taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
I relaxed a little and breathed through my nose.
Inferno’s sex drive was impeccable for a thirty-two-year-old man, his sperm tasted good without any disgusting aftertaste.
Whenever I sucked his beautiful long dick, I did it with pride like I was trying to win the best-sucking dick award.
I wanted him to always remember me and never forget who brought him down to the best orgasm.
Looking down at his pedicured toes, I smiled on the inside as they curled.
Hearing the animalistic grunts encouraged me to go harder.
I gathered more salvia and left it idle in my throat as I swallowed and gargled his dick.
“Fuck Monroe, ease the fuck up.” He gritted but I wouldn’t in fact, I could feel the veins in his shaft swell up on top of my tongue and got super excited. Before I could trace my tongue down to his tight balls, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up to my feet.
Placing a soft kiss to my forehead we stared at one another for a couple of seconds.
I wanted to get emotional, but I was too afraid to show the worry in my eyes.
I couldn’t ignore the fact that he mentioned marriage.
How could he decide to get married when he was currently staring at me like I was the only woman in his life that he wanted to commit to?
Still saying nothing, he lifted my one hundred and fifty pounds with ease. My legs spread wide open for him as he entered me raw. Dick feeling me to the brim, the pleasure out-weighed the pain from his long length inside of me.
“Uhhhh, baby.” I fought to catch my breath and close my mouth, but I just couldn’t.
“Mmmhmm.” His sex face was so fucking sexy it made my pussy contract even more around his girth. The only thing that could be heard was our skin slapping and my pussy spitting out for him and only him.
“Look at me Monroe, with yo sexy ass.” My eyes landed on his juicy cinnamon lips.
I wanted to kiss him so bad, but I knew that was big violation for him.
The most I ever got was quick pecks. “You ain’t got to say it, just show a nigga you love me, sexy.
” The ruggedness of his fingers gripped my ass, he spread each cheek apart to push in deeper.
My eyes were flickering, and I didn’t know how long I could maintain eye contact with him.
“Cum with me baby.” His voice held need and it made my insides stir for him.
The kind of dick this man delivered wasn’t normal and he wondered why he had women that was only one night stands tatt his name a million times.
This was trophy type of dick, the kind you wanted to put inside of a lock box and keep hidden away from the world.
My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. My stomach cramped up along with my feet, I released right along with Inferno as he held me tight for what felt like an eternity. Once my breathing returned to normal, he placed me down slowly and gave me his back to look at.
“What do you want to eat?” It was a simple question that had me nibbling on my bottom lip.
When he turned to stare at me, my breath got caught in my throat and I somehow started to choke feeling more stupid in front of him.
After all these years of dealing with Inferno, I couldn’t seem to adjust to how fine this man was.
I was smitten all the time and found myself lusting and feeling silly in love.
Malice Ashonti Ruiz was one of a fucking kind.
There wasn’t a man alive, walking this earth that had any resemblance close to him.
He had his own signature walk, he talked differently and the way he made his moves out in the streets made him a different type of gangsta.
I kept praying that one-day God would bless me.
I wanted God to open this man’s eyes up to see that I was the woman for him.
My parents and all my peers would be very disappointed if they knew the truth and what I was really out here doing.
I didn’t give a damn because this was the life I chose.
At the end of it all, I chose my soon-to-be man Inferno.
“Kenya? You keep doing that spacing-out shit. I don’t got time for it. What’s up with you?” he raised one brow as I snapped out of my thoughts.
“You, umm… getting married?” I was surprised myself. I never really questioned him. I sure as hell didn’t want to make it seem like I was ear-hustling. He said the shit right in front of me. I wanted to know who the bitch was so I could carefully plot a way to kill her ass.
I wasn’t a killer but being around someone like Inferno made me wonder what it would feel like to kill.
I wasn’t killing anyone I hope I wasn’t that far gone off this man that I was ready and willing to catch my first body.
I picked up my towel and grabbed the dove soap and started to bathe myself.
That gave me something to do other than feeling nervous from his hard stare.
Inferno had a way of making a person feel really small.
I saw the look of irritation cross his eyes and dropped my head, looking at my white toes.
“Nothing to worry about Kenya. It’s business that has nothing to do with you.” I wanted to press him further, that thick deep accent was laced in every word he spoke which indicated to me that I irked him by speaking up on the conversation I heard.
“I got love for you Monroe, as a friend you know that. Don’t ever confuse it and step out of place. Think about what you want to eat. Don’t worry about who I’m marrying because it won’t change shit with you and I.” I swallowed down hard and blinked away the tears.
“This is all we will ever be?” My bottom lip quivered at the reality.
I became pissed with myself. I sounded like the woman that was crying on the phone to him earlier.
I always tried to appear strong and unbothered by the things Inferno did because I didn’t want him to leave me.
I don’t think I could possibly live without him.
“Yes, Kenya. This is all we will ever be. If this is too much for you don’t open the door the next time I knock.
I promise you will keep your job and this nice penthouse that I pay for every month.
You can even get married and start a family.
We will always remain friends. If its my heart that you seek, then stop trying to find it.
I’m dead inside when it comes to those things.
” He left me in the shower without even turning to see the hurt he had cost me.