Chapter 11
I know this motherfucka lying!
I had been watching Messiah since he walked into my club.
My first instinct was to deny him entry, but when I saw Paige’s fiancé and his brothers tagging along, I decided to let him stay.
He was looking good as hell with the all black Nike Tech fit, and black Jordan Fours on his feet.
Even something as simple as his outfit had my pussy throbbing at the sight of him.
The way he stalked me, fucked me, then ghosted me, made me want to get his location, pull up to his house, and slice his good dick-having throat.
I had never been so vulnerable in my life.
I allowed him to enter my space and strip me of my dominance, then ghost my ass the next morning.
That little funky-ass breakfast and arrogant-ass, two-word note with his number on it pissed me off so badly that I tossed all that good-looking food in the trash.
Now, his ugly ass, crack-having dick was in my club, allowing Angel to shake her ass in his face.
She had been grinding on him all night, and all that talking they were doing made my ass itch.
It’s been a week with no word from him. I surely thought after not hearing from me, he’d come looking for me, but I was wrong.
But he was about to hear a few choice words from me tonight.
I walked away from the two-way mirror, grabbed my gun from the drawer, tossed back a shot, and then headed downstairs to check me a nigga.
As I moved through the crowd, someone grabbed my arm, and I quickly turned to cuss whoever it was the fuck out when my eyes landed on Marcus.
“Kali. What’s up, baby?” he asked, pulling me into him and kissing my neck.
I pulled away, giving him a fake smile. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been calling you. Ain’t seen you in a while.”
“It was purposely. The last time we were together, you were displaying too much affection, and I don’t like that. Then, I texted you last week, and it took you almost a day to respond back.”
“I’ve been busy, baby. Cases out the ass—you know I wouldn’t have ignored you at all. As far as me being affectionate, that’s just who I am.
“I get it, though. You don’t like too much affection, and I crossed the line. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t. It was fun while it lasted, but I’m going to have to resign from our fuck sessions. You be good, baby. I’ll see you around.” I pinched his chin, then turned to walk away.
He grabbed my arm. “Hold up. Don’t be like that, Kali…”
“Marcus, you have five seconds to unhand me and let me walk away, or you’re going to wish you never fucked with me.” He looked shocked as he let me go and held his palms up in surrender.
“I don’t want no smoke. I’ll see you around.”
Weak ass. He could have at least put up a fight.
I walked away from him, continuing my stride to the other side of the club.
I pushed through the double doors, laser-focused on the second VIP area where my problem sat.
Angel was now sitting next to him, while he whispered something in her ear, and she laughed.
My heels stabbed the linoleum floors with aggression as I climbed the stairs into their section.
Harvey saw me first as he tapped Messiah to get his attention.
Messiah looked at him as Harvey pointed at me. His eyes found mine, and he smiled.
“I’ll shoot that fucking smile off your face, nigga. Don’t play with me.” I sneered at him as my tone commanded everyone’s attention. His smile instantly dropped as he closed his eyes, seemingly trying to reel in his emotions.
“Angel, beat it. You know there’s a three-song maximum before you move the fuck on to drain the next nigga’s pockets.”
“My bad, boss lady. I was just?—”
“I care less what you were just doing. Move around. And don’t ever give this man another lap dance again.”
“I don’t want you to lose your job, sweetheart. I’ll get at you later. I’ll be here when you get off at three,” the good dick bastard said as he winked at her.
Her stank ass had the nerve to blush, but when she saw my face, she straightened hers and hurried out of their oversized booth. My eyes went back to Messiah as he grinned at me and licked his lips.
“Meanie, it’s good to see you again.” His eyes roved from my feet back up to my face as he licked his lips again.
“Can’t say the same about you. Why are you here?”
“Didn’t know I couldn’t be.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. Don’t bring your ass back here.”
He smiled. “Which part of the club am I banned from?”
“All of it, nigga.”
“Cool out on the name-calling, mean ass. If you want to talk about it, we can without all the extras.”
“Sis, why you being mean to my brother?” Harvey asked.
“Because your brother is an arrogant asshole, who’s also a stalker, and I don’t like his ass!”
“You do,” Messiah said with confidence.
“I’ve never wanted to spit in someone’s face as bad as I want to spit in yours.”
“You know what…” He stood abruptly, picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I instantly felt embarrassed because I had on a skirt with a thong underneath, and just knew my ass was all out in the air. “Stop. Put me down!” I yelled, trying to pull my skirt down.
“Shut up… I’ll be back in a minute,” he told his brothers, then headed out of the VIP area.
“That’s right, big bro! Get her ass together!” one of them yelled after us.
I lifted my head and stuck my middle finger up at them. As bad as I wanted to nut up, I kept calm as he hurried through the club and up the stairs, heading toward my office. When we got to the first entrance, he placed me on my feet as I jeered at him.
Pushing him, I screamed, “Are you fucking crazy! Don’t you ever do that shit again!”
“Shut up and walk, or I’m going to carry ya ass through the doors. Your choice.”
I chuckled and sized him up. “Oh, you think you got it like that, huh?”
“I know I do, and if you don’t start moving, I’m going to show you how much I got it like that .”
The door opened as Sam, my security guard, stood looking at us, confused. “Everything good, boss lady?”
“What it’s gon’ be, boss lady ?” Messiah asked.
I hesitated on what I wanted to do. On one hand, I wanted to shoot the shit out of him for thinking he could run me. But on the other hand, I liked the aggression and bossiness he was exuding. It turned me on to know there was someone out here who could match my energy.
I didn’t want to like this man, but there was something about him that had me ignoring Sam and moving my stupid feet toward my office. He followed me inside and locked the door behind him.
“Now, if you want to have a normal conversation, then talk like you got some sense. I let you pop all that shit since I met your mean ass, but what I need you to know is that you got me fucked up. Speak your mind, and make sure you talk to me nicely.”
I folded my arms across my chest as I glared at him. “Why the fuck did you ghost me after stalking me?”
“I didn’t ghost you. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge. I left you my number to call me, but clearly, you don’t know how to use a phone.”
“I wasn’t about to call you after you left me in the wee hours of the morning. Fuck I look like acting like a thirsty broad.”
“The way you crashing the fuck out right now, I’d think you are a little dehydrated.”
“Fuck you!” I stuck up my middle finger as he stepped closer to me, wrapping his lips around the same finger and sucking it.
Why the fuck did that turn me on?
Shit .
He had to get out of here. His energy was knocking off my equilibrium.
I lasted thirty-five years of being a single, independent savage.
Never allowing a man to get close to me because I was afraid it would make me soft was my life’s motto.
I liked being in control. It gave me the power I needed to never let anyone hurt me.
Lorenzo built me this way, and I had become settled into my way of living that I couldn’t let this melatonin dick man penetrate any parts of me besides my pussy.
“Put that guard down, Arie. I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, gripping my ass cheeks.
“Never…”
“Who hurt you?”
I pushed away from him. “Nobody hurt me, and nobody ever will.”
“You’re so full of anger, mamas. It’s okay to gift yourself a soft life. All this gunslinging and animosity toward people will only have three people sitting at your funeral, love. You shouldn’t want that for yourself.”
“Nigga—”
He clamped my lips shut instantly with his hand. “Watch your mouth. Don’t call me out of my name. I respect you, so show me the same.”
“The nerve of you to tell me not to call you names when you keep calling me mean.”
“Are you not?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? You men think you have to control everything. Tell a woman what to do, and when to do it. I’ll never let you niggas have that much control over me. Love gets you killed.”
“Nah, it gets you healed. Clearly, you’re hurt, and hurt people, hurt people.”
“Then people need to stay out of my way.”
He moved closer to me, lifting my skirt over my ass, and slid his hand in the front of my thong. His fingers busied themselves over my clit as my eyes closed, and my hands held on to his arms.
“Fucking juice box,” he whispered in my ear while licking my earlobe.
A choppy cry escaped my mouth when his fingers found my entrance as he stroked my kitty. I could hear my juices filling the air since my office was soundproof.
“Put down your armor, Arieana. Let a real man show you what love feels like.”
“Just fuck me and stop talking.”
He immediately removed his hand, pulling my skirt back down, and heading toward the door. My pussy panicked.
What the fuck?
This was some abnormal shit, but I was too turned on to stop myself from moving hurriedly toward him. “Messiah, do not play with me. I will seriously hurt you.”
He chuckled. “I asked you to talk to me nicely. I don’t mind giving you what you want, but you’re not about to use that tone or talk to me crazy. Now, ask me nicely to make you cum or I’m leaving?”
My nostrils flared.