26. Kenya Monroe
Chapter Twenty-Six
KENYA MONROE
Three months later….
I sat at an upscale hookah lounge watching a bunch of people laugh and dance.
I wished just for a moment that I could steal some of their joy and feel just how they were feeling.
I remember when I used to be happy and ready to conquer the world.
Lately I’ve been so caught up on trying to desperately find ways for Inferno to notice me.
I was still seething when I tried to make a deposit two months ago and the private bank had notified me that my name had been taken off of all accounts.
I felt like Inferno snatched something intimate away from me.
Depositing large amounts of money made me feel like he trusted me and now it seemed like that bitch Queen had come along and was changing things to her liking.
In meetings, Inferno barely even looked at me.
I gave reports, and even put out new ideas and all he did was nod and stare at his phone hard.
He still would come by the condo some days for us to work on paperwork for the syndicate.
He’d eat my food and talk like we were still friends.
I would wait for him to ask me if I needed something, but even those words that I used to long to hear didn’t escape his lips.
There was no spending the night, or me working in his library at his home and sleeping in the room that he had designated for just me.
I was trying my hardest to keep my cool, but it was becoming harder then ever.
It was starting to feel like he was suffocating me with just the distance that he created.
When I asked him last week was everything okay, he looked at me for a long time then chuckled.
A chuckle that made me feel like I was pitiful.
I felt firsthand embarrassment when I spoke up and tried to even express myself.
“This better be good bitch, I canceled my late-night dick session just to see what your dangerously in love ass want.” I watched Mi’elle sit down like she was the queen of England.
Looking at her then back at me would make everyone wonder why the fuck was he so caught up in that girl Queen.
I couldn’t lie and say Queen was ugly, she was the true definition of beautiful for a big girl.
Standing next to Mi’elle and I, she couldn’t hold a candle to us. We were bad bitches up and down. From our faces to our perfectly sculpted bodies, I just didn’t see what Inferno’s infatuation came from with this girl.
Mi’elle lifted her hand in the air and that’s when I saw a fresh tattoo of flames, followed by Inferno’s name.
She waved a waitress over to our table and looked at me and gave me a sinister smile.
I rolled my eyes because I wish I was bold enough to do some shit like that.
If I up and tatted Inferno’s name he’d probably do something drastic like cut me off.
“He’s in love.” It pained me to say it, so I quickly looked away, trying to blink back tears. I couldn’t stand Mi’elle but over the years, I learned to accept her crazy ass.
“Aww, and let me guess… You over there hurt and shit.” She rolled her eyes and gave her attention to the waitress. Once she placed her order, I picked up the napkin and dabbed the corners of my eyes.
“That doesn’t bother you?” I asked, getting annoyed with the fact that I even called her to sit with me.
Truth was, I felt like she was the only person that would understand how I felt.
We basically shared the same dick. Mi’elle has done some crazy things.
In my eyes, Inferno should have cut her off after she faked like she was pregnant.
“Hell no, I know that my pussy is top tier, and my head is even better. I don’t bother the nigga, and when he bothers me.
I make sure to soak this kitty in vinegar so its as tight as it was the last time he slid in.
” She did a little dance in her seat and smiled.
I gave her a look of disgust not believing that she was actually okay with Inferno falling in love.
“After the whole baby thing, and him showing me how he really felt about me. I found me other dick to bounce on. Good paid dick to be exact. I love Inferno and would love to be his trophy wife, but I can’t put a stop to finding my real husband by waiting on him.
Men like him is too powerful for they own good.
They have all the money in the world, so their options are endless.
I’m not about to sit up and cry myself to sleep at night, lose most of my beauty by not getting any sleep.
I just can’t do that shit. See, that’s why he always call me first. He knows that you are a needy bitch ready to scrub his mansions floors with a toothbrush just to get his damn attention.
” She shook her head and opened her Chanel bag to retrieve her vape.
“I’m not saying it to hurt your feelings, Kenya.
I mean, I don’t care for your uppity ass, but I get how you feel.
I used to feel like that the first couple of years.
” She looked off at nothing in particular getting serious.
“I’m still in love with Malice my damn self, everything about that man is fire as fuck.
I just was able to accept that I ain’t the woman for him and you need to accept it too.
If we were the women for him, it wouldn’t be two of us and one of her. ”
“You say that like she is above us.” I hissed, getting pissed how she put it.
“Bitch, she is that niggas wife. Don’t say shit about it being business either.
I brought one of my baddest bitches over a couple of months ago for his birthday in Mexico.
Nigga flew me out and everything. His wife walked in that room while we were all fucking.
She walked out all calm and shit, and in my head, I figured, yea, this some arranged shit.
When I was getting ready to leave, she set one of the niggas favorite cars on fire and he didn’t do shit about it.
If that was us, we would be dead. So, yes bitch…
that separates us from her.” She thanked the waitress for her drink and took a slow sip.
“Kenya, you gotta find you some good dick to occupy your mind from Inferno. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.
Look at you, you called me out of all people, and you know we don’t like each other.
” We both giggled at that. I couldn’t stand Mi’elle, she was ghetto and very classless about herself.
I never considered screwing someone else besides Inferno.
It felt like cheating, and I didn’t want him viewing me as a whore either.
The idea didn’t sound too bad though. I desperately needed a distraction.
“What if we both offer ourselves to him exclusively? Like a relationship type of thing.” Mi’elle raised her brows at that like she was thinking about it.
“I do like licking some good pussy. It looks like you taste good as fuck too. I don’t know bitch; I’ll think about it.
In the meantime, go find yourself some side dick to jump on.
I can’t exclusively be with no nigga unless he trying to marry me.
Your idea sounds good because Inferno is paid, but that doesn’t mean he would settle for just us.
I’m keeping my options open. Now go mingle like I’m about to go do.
Unlike you, I ain’t on that niggas payroll so this drink is on you.
” She smiled and stood up, fixing her tight-ass leather mini skirt.
She strutted off like she was on the runway and mixed into the crowd.
What a bitch, I thought to myself as I sighed extra hard.
I thought back to what she said and cringed.
Out of all the years of being involved with Inferno, I never pictured myself with another man.
Inferno was everything to me, somewhere down the line, I got caught up in all of him.
I yearned for him and loved everything there was to him.
I could look at other men and see that they were handsome and had some form of sex appeal.
My mind and body just didn’t view them like I viewed Inferno.
I nursed my drink for a few more minutes until a tall brawny guy walked right up to my table.
His peanut butter smooth skin is what got my attention first, followed by his cologne.
“I see you sitting alone, and, since I came alone… I was wondering if you could use some extra company.” I shrugged and he took a seat. For a while, we both just sat in comfortable silence.
“Who broke your heart?” He placed his elbows on the table and stared me deep in the eyes. His aura was kind of comforting and I felt like I could open up to him. He was dressed nicely, with a simple Ralph Lauren, a white shirt, and blue denim jeans.
“I broke my own heart, I guess. I can’t really blame the love of my life, since he made things clear from the jump, you know?
” I offered him a small sad smile. I wasn’t going to sit here and bash Inferno when it was really my fault.
I became so caught up in the feeling Inferno gave me that I desperately wanted him to feel exactly how I felt about him.
I mean why wouldn’t he feel a certain way about me? I was beautiful, and in shape and I handled business well for him. I knew my sex had to be amazing as well since he kept coming back to me. I just was having a hard time making him fall in love with me, which ached me the most.
“I guess that’s some shit we got in common.” His deep voice caught my attention, my eyes met his and we just stared at each other for a couple of seconds. I gave him the floor to speak because now I was curious.
“I’m in love with a woman, that has moved on.
So, I’m at the stage of forcing myself to fall out of love with her and that shit is very hard.
” His jaws clenched tight; anger crossed his handsome face as he looked up at the waitress.
I put a request in for a hookah with watermelon flavor and a lemon drop.
He told her he wanted five shots of Remy, no chaser.
Once the waitress was out of sight, we focused back on each other.
“What makes you love her?” Maybe his situation could possibly make me feel a little better about my own crazy situation and how I felt about Inferno. It felt good to know that I wasn’t the only one that had fallen deep in love into a one-sided relationship.
“It was her strength first, all of the things she had been through. Her ability to snap back in any situation. She’s a true hustler and it’s a turn-on when you come from the streets.
To people on the outside looking in, she appears heartless as fuck.
When you get to really know her, she’s caring, and she puts people around her in the position to thrive.
Then there’s her raw beauty, I can’t really explain that shit.
She is physically beautiful, but her personality makes her astounding.
We connected one night, but because of her past, she quickly shut the shit down.
Since that night, I’ve been trying to figure out ways to get that connection back.
It’s gone and she has made it clear that she will never view me as anything more than what I am now. ”
His eyes were now glossy, and I felt myself getting emotional. I wished Inferno could speak and feel that way about me.
“Why give up? Aren’t you loyal to her?” I asked seriously. He let out a deep chuckle and shook his head no.
“Business-wise, I will always be loyal. We work together. As far as me with other women no. I never even got a chance to see what her pussy smells like. I just fell in love with the woman she is. I don’ imagined her carrying my kids and wearing a ring from me.
Sometimes we allow our hearts to control our rightful minds.
You can’t force something that wasn’t meant to be, even if you feel like it suppose to be.
” The waiter walked up with another waiter.
They sat our items down and he took down two shots.
“You should keep trying.” I encouraged him, I didn’t see myself giving up on Inferno. I felt like one day, he would finally see that I was truly meant for him.
“No, I give up. She’s married and I can see how she looks at him.
I don’t ever recall her looking at any other nigga this particular way.
Besides… I love her so much and care about her happiness that I am willing to set my selfish desires to the side and let her be in love.
I won’t interfere with what she has because she deserves it.
” He looked off and picked up his third shot.
“I just know that if this nigga harm a single hair on her head, then I’m going to be ready to go to war behind her.
I’ll also be there to pick up all the broken pieces to her heart.
I just feel like her husband is actually meant for her.
” He took the drink down and slammed the glass down like he hated what he just said.
“Wow, that’s really deep. I’m so in love with this guy that I have been involved with for years now that, I don’t know how to let go and just live.
” I admitted. My whole world revolved around Inferno.
It was sickening when I really sat back and thought about the whole situation. I just couldn’t help how I felt.
“I’m sorry, I guess we are both being rude. My name is Kenya, and yours?” I realized I just allowed this stranger at my table without us both introducing each other.
“You good, I saw you sitting here and just felt connected to you and some type of way that I can’t really explain. My name is Bundy. Kenya, whoever this man is, is a fool to not see this raw beauty right in front of him. Tell me more about yourself, if you don’t mind.”
I smiled and felt refreshed, it felt even better that I was able to sit back and talk to a man all about how I felt.