Chapter 24
I couldn't stop pacing in the hallway. Noonie had gone into the VIP backroom with a John, and I was unable to walk away. My heart was thudding so intensely that it was louder than the music to me. All I could see was red, knowing what was happening inside that room because I'd organized it.
I thought this would help me get over what I was feeling, but it only made shit worse. Once I heard her screaming, I couldn’t take it anymore. I burst into the room to see Andre trying to force himself on her.
When he saw me, he held his hands up. "Whoa, calm down, big guy. You said I could do what I wanted with her. I was just trying to get what I paid for."
Hearing him refer to Noonie in that way caused a wave of possessiveness to wash over me. Before I could stop myself, I snatched my Glock from my waist and blew the nigga's brains out. He dropped to the floor in a heap. Walking up on him, I spat on him and kicked him in the side.
He never should've been allowed to breathe the same air as her. On cue, she appeared beside me looking disheveled. I noticed a vomit stain on her top. Her eyes turned into saucers, seeing the dead body.
"You killed him,” she mumbled absently.
I ignored her as one of my bodyguards approached, hearing the gun go off. "Clean this up," I barked at him. Turning to Noonie, I snatched her by her arm. "Time to go." Her hoodie, leggings, and Crocs were on the table in the hallway, so I grabbed them and tossed them at her.
There was no way I was allowing anyone else to see or know how perfect she was. Noticing my bodyguard Tyson was more focused on Noonie than the task I'd given him, I marched over. "I suggest you turn your eyes away. You're looking at what happened to the last nigga who dared to look at her for too long."
I kept my threat low so she didn't hear me. By how quickly he dropped his eyes to the floor, I knew my point was made. I didn't wanna go around murkin' niggas for not being able to take their eyes off her, but I would. My mistake had me on edge. Anyone could get it right now.
By the time I turned back around, Noonie was dressed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her away. We left through the back door and headed straight for my blacked-out Eskimo truck.
Noonie snatched away from me. "Don't fucking touch me!" she yelled defiantly.
My driver was still there waiting and hopped inside when he saw me approaching. Noonie pushed past me to climb inside and slam the door in my face. She was pissed, and rightfully so. I was already hating myself for what I almost made her do just to protect my feelings. It was all useless because my efforts had backfired by hurting me more than anyone else involved.
Noonie kept her eyes out the window the entire drive home. I allowed it while I tried to get my thoughts together. Every time I glanced in her direction, I felt a pang in my heart. And this rage that was damn near uncontrollable. I balled my hands into fists, resting them on my knees.
When we arrived at The Mallory, Noonie hopped out before the truck was in park. She didn't wait for me as she headed straight for the elevator and left me behind. My head slammed into the headrest. I sighed heavily and ran my hand down my face. I felt like shit. My fear had probably ruined her for life. She'd never get over this.
After a while, I finally left the truck behind, and I headed upstairs. My feet carried me to her room, and as expected, she had the door closed, which was probably locked, too. I could hear water running in the bathroom. I knocked loudly and took a step back. She snatched the door open a few seconds later.
"What? You ready to take me back to the club and slut me out some more?" She was seething while crying.
I frowned. "Don't ever say no shit like that again."
Noonie's attitude was pissing me off, even though I knew I was in the wrong. I hated that she was upset with me. I'd never seen this side of her, and I didn't like it.
She laughed hollowly. "That's how you get a return on your investment, right?"
My lips opened to tell her it was wrong to say that because she meant so much more to me than that. I swallowed the truth, unable to reveal the depth of my admiration for her. Even knowing it was hurting her. My silence detonated her sanity as she charged at me.
"You couldn't admit how you really feel about me, so you were going to force me to give myself to another man. I hate you!" Noonie tried to swing at me, but I captured her hands and trapped her between the wall and my body.
I dropped my forehead on hers. The minty scent wafting from her breath told me she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when I came in. "I know. You should hate me. I'm not good for you."
She continued to try to fight against me, but I didn't allow her to move. I dug my fingers into her hair and turned her head to the side. My lips landed on her neck as I began to suckle her flesh.
"I know he never would’ve made that pussy cream like me." She moaned softly, trying her hardest to resist, but we both knew I owned her body. "He couldn’t take his time with you. Learn all the ways to make you tremble and moan. 'Cause I'm the only man that can do that. Let me take care of you, Noonie."
She shook her head with tears still staining her cheeks. "No, you don't want me."
I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick. "Does it feel like I don't want you?"