10. Monica McMillian
Monica McMillian
A couple days later
I t’d been two days since I reached out to Joker and told him that we needed to talk and that man hasn’t responded yet. He was really starting to piss me off. Normally, whenever he was dealing with someone, he still had time for me, but whatever bitch had her claws in my man, he must really like her to be ignoring me.
Since my man wanted to act funny, I decided that I was going to set up a romantic night for him at the penthouse. It seemed like the only way I’m going to be able to see him was if I popped up on his ass. Joker didn’t like that pop-up shit, but at the moment, I was desperate and didn’t really care.
Stopping my Audi in front of his building, I climbed out the car and handed Mason the keys. “Joker is here, right?” I asked him as I rounded the car to the trunk to grab the couple bags out of there I needed.
“No. He’s been gone most of the day.”
“Okay,” I replied and shut the trunk. That’ll give me enough time to go up to his penthouse and set everything up.
As I entered the building, I pulled up Gold Bistro’s website and searched for the menu. I couldn’t cook to save my life, but I damn sure could order some good ass food. Stopping at the desk, I said, “Can you let me up to Joker’s place?”
The chick behind the desk looked at me and frowned. “I can’t let anyone inside of someone’s apartment without their permission.”
Bitch…
“Please don’t stand there and pretend like you don’t know who I am. I’m Joker’s girlfriend. You’ve seen me in here several times. Stop playing and just let me up. I’m trying to surprise him for the evening.”
“I’m sorry, but I could lose my job if I did that. If you want, I can call and ask Mr. Knox if he wants me to let you up.”
“That’ll defeat the purpose of the surprise, now wouldn’t it?” I looked her up and down, searching for anything that’ll help me get into that penthouse. Everyone needed something, but judging by her fresh nail set and wig, baby girl probably wasn’t hurting for anything. “How about this…” Adjusting my bags, I pulled my purse to the front and reached inside, grabbing my wallet. “I’ll give you three hundred dollars if you let me inside.”
“Make it five and you got a deal.”
Greedy bitch.
Unzipping my wallet, I pulled out five hundred-dollar bills and slid them across the counter to her. She picked it up and placed it inside her bra. A smile etched across her face. She grabbed a card and stepped from behind the counter. “If anyone asks, I didn’t let you in there,” she said as we headed to the elevator. We both stepped on and she pressed the card against Joker’s floor and the door shut.
The elevator dinged and I stepped off. She shut the doors behind me. Joker’s scent lingered. Everywhere he went, his smell lasted. That’s one of the things I loved about him.
Heading straight to the bedroom, I tossed my bags onto the bed and sat down. Gold Bistro’s website was still up on my phone. I placed an order for the lobster meal for two. It said the food should arrive within the next hour. Hopefully, it got here before Joker did. I’d lied to him about knowing how to cook. Whenever we’d have dinner that I was supposed to have made, I either ordered it from somewhere and tossed a bit more seasonings on it or had my best friend Candice cook it for me. I was going to whatever lengths I needed to ensure I captured the man. That’s what tonight was about. Joker was pulling away from me and I needed to reel him back in.
Once the order was placed, I set my phone on the nightstand and grabbed the container of rose petals out the bag. Joker wasn’t the romantic type, so we hadn’t experienced the rose petals and candles or a lot of other romantic stuff together. I thought it would be sweet to do this for him and see what his reaction was going to be.
Getting up from the bed, I removed the bags and spread the rose petals out in the shape of a heart. I then made a trail down the hallway to the elevator. After that, I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I had this cute lil red two-piece lingerie set I got from Victoria’s Secret the other day to put on. Red was Joker’s favorite color.
Sticking my hand underneath the water, I checked the temperature. It was steaming hot. Just how I liked it. Stripping out of my clothes, I entered the walk-in shower. The water sprayed from the double shower head. It was one of the best things about Joker’s apartment. I loved staying the night here. Being able to wake up to the sun beaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was everything.
I stayed in the shower for a good forty minutes. Shutting off the water, I grabbed the fluffy towel off the hook and wrapped it around my frame and then exited the shower. The door buzzed. I ran out the bathroom and checked the phone to see that my food was downstairs waiting for me. Entering Joker’s closet, I grabbed one of his Versace robes and slipped it on so that I could run down and grab the food.
Stepping onto the elevator, I pressed the first floor and went down to the lobby. The doors opened and I saw this guy standing at the desk. “It’s mine,” I told him and waved. He turned and brought the bag over to me. “Can you come let me back up?” I asked the chick behind the counter.
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the key and strolled in my direction. The ho was taking her precious time as if she wanted everyone to see me standing there in a robe. “This gon’ be my last time doing this,” she said and pressed the card against the floor.
“Yeah, whatever.” She slipped out before the doors shut and I went back up to Joker’s place. Stepping off, I trotted into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Getting on my tippytoes, I grabbed a couple plates out the cabinet and put them on the counter.
Opening the bag, I pulled the plates out and opened one of the containers. Steam drifted from the food. Closing my eyes, I took a huge whiff. The food smelled so delicious. My mouth was watering for that lobster tail. Going over to the other counter, I opened the drawer and grabbed the tongs and a large spoon. Carefully, I plated the food on the plates and put the containers back in the bag.
I balled the bag up and went into the bedroom to grab my phone and see if I had anything from Joker before I tossed out that bag. The only thing that was on there was a text from Candice and a few social media notifications. Pressing Candice’s name, I read her message.
Bitch, I thought we were going out tonight. Where you at?
My mouth slacked. I had forgotten all about that. I was too busy worried about Joker.
Me: We’ll have to do a rain check. I forgot all about that. I’m with Joker right now.
The phone immediately buzzed with a response. Oh really? You must got your face done or something?
Shortly after, an attachment came through, and it was a picture of Joker in the club with some bitch.
Me: I’m on my way.
All that romantic shit went out the window once I saw that. I knew the nigga was talking to other bitches, but I’d never been able to see it for myself. It’s like they all knew their place and stayed out my lane, but I was about to swerve straight into theirs and beat some fucking ass. Joker was mine, and they were about to release my fucking man.
Entering the bathroom, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and slipped them back on. I didn’t bring any club attire with me because I planned on being locked up in this room with Joker for the remainder of the night.
Once I was dressed, I marched to the elevator and hopped on. The doors opened on the first floor, and I stormed toward the exit. Old girl, the receptionist, noticed I was leaving and yelled behind me, “I’m not letting you back up when you come back!”
Giving her the bird finger, I replied, “I don’t care, bitch,” and stepped out the door. One thing’s for certain, Joker had me fucked up, and I was about to go tear that club up behind my feelings. He better hope and pray he was no longer there by the time I got there. “I need my car,” I told the valet. Mason was no longer here. I was certain that he was probably gone home for the night since it was going on nine.
The guy nodded and grabbed my keys then disappeared behind the building. Unlocking my phone, I went to Joker’s name and pressed dial. The shit rang a couple times before I was sent to voicemail. “This nigga got me fucked up.” I called him again and it rang out to the voicemail. If I left a message, he wasn’t gon’ listen to it, so I didn’t even bother. I immediately called again, and this time it went straight to voicemail.
Swiping home, I went to my text messages and stopped on his name. My fingertips briskly tapped at the screen. I know you see me calling your ass. I know you’re out with a bitch. When I catch both of y’all, I’m gon’ beat yo’ fucking ass.
Undelivered. My message didn’t even go through, which meant he’d placed me on the blocklist. This nigga was out, trying to fucking replace me, and I wasn’t having it. “Son of a bitch,” I said, mumbling. My car stopped in front of me. I didn’t even wait ’til the valet opened the door before I yanked the driver’s door open and said, “Move.”
His hands shot up in surrender and he slipped from the car. I climbed into the seat and slammed the door behind me. The tires screeched as I peeled away from the curb.
Candice was out at a birthday party, which was why she was at the club this early. Ain’t no telling what bitch Joker was hanging with. It had to be the one he was buying shoes for her son. By the time I was done with her ass, he was gon’ be buying her flowers and visiting her in the hospital.
It took me no time to make it to Playhouse. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was packed with cars. No one was standing outside, which only meant that they all had been let in already. Candice’s cousin was having a birthday party for her boyfriend who she’d been dating for the last two years. We didn’t hang with Nesha like that much, but she was cool people.
Parking my car at the door, I got out and went up to the entrance. I had no plans on being in there long. All I was about to do was drag Joker’s ass out of there by the balls.
Stepping to the door, all I heard was Latto’s voice. I’m not even certain what song was playing. The only thing on my mind was finding the bitch Joker was hugged up with and digging her ass into the ground. Yanking the door open, I stepped inside and stopped. The club was two floors and packed from wall to wall. Ain’t no way Nesha knew this many people to have them up in here like this. She had to have spread the word on social media to get this many people to show up. When I initially had the thought to come here, I didn’t think there was going to be this many people. It was gon’ take me all night to find Joker’s ass.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were coming!” Nesha yelled from behind me.
I jumped and faced her with my hand resting over my heart. She damn near gave me a heart attack, creeping up on me like that.
“I had other plans, but I found out my nigga was here, so I had to come see what he was up to. Have you seen Joker?”
Nesha’s brows dipped. She stood there in this fire ass red mesh dress. I wanted to ask her where she got it from but didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was wearing something that I’d rock. Nesha and I had different tastes. Most of the time, she was wearing something that I thought she went to Goodwill and bought. Her clothes were old as hell and she didn’t own anything designer. She probably had to come with her A game tonight since it was her man’s birthday.
Nesha wasn’t no ugly chick. She was just one of those females that was blessed with the body but didn’t know how to dress it. Her natural curly black hair was in a bone-straight silk press with a part down the middle, and her makeup gorgeous. She ate tonight. I had to give her props.
“I think I saw him earlier on the second floor. You can go up there and check VIP and see if he’s still up there.”
“Thanks, girl,” I told her and maneuvered through the sea of people that was between me and the staircase. As I moved, I fanned a thick smoke cloud out my face and coughed. The club wasn’t really my scene, but I’d come out from time to time and went straight to Joker’s house afterward. The only reason why I showed up was to get drunk off my ass and let Joker slut me out. One thing’s for certain, Joker could lay some pipe. That’s the exact reason why I wasn’t coming up off that man.
Climbing the stairs to the second floor, I came to a red velvet rope. There were a couple black leather sectionals up there. My eyes roamed the entire section ’til they landed on Joker, who was over there still hugged up with some black bitch who looked as if she’d been left in the got damn oven for far too long. Crispy ho.
Marching straight through the rope, I stopped in front of Joker, and the chick eyeballed me. I stood there with my arms folded over my chest, trying my best not to punch his ass in the face. “Who the fuck is this?” I questioned him. Joker’s low eyes finally met mine and his lips crept into a smirk.
“What you doing here?”
“I was at your place, waiting on you to come home like a dummy. Now, answer my question. Who the fuck is this? Is this the ho you was buying her kid shit?” I frowned. Joker never bought me anything without me having to ask for it. To see him willingly spend money on a ho kinda hurt my feelings, which was why I acted the way I did at the shoe store. Whenever I tried to express to him how I felt about anything, he shut me out.
The chick ground harder in his lap. I just knew his dick was standing at full attention. My ears burned. I was prepared to rip every single hair follicle from this bitch’s scalp.
“Gone home, Monica. I’ll deal with you tomorrow. I ain’t in the mood for this shit.”
“You’re out yo’ fucking mind if you think I’m about to leave you here with this ho. Let’s go.” I gripped his forearm, and he snatched away from me. The bitch had the nerve to giggle. I’m about to show you what the fuck is funny.
“Something funny, bitch?” My head cocked to the side as I waited for her response.
“Joker, getcha girl because she’s tripping.”
That’s it. This bitch knew he was spoken for and didn’t give a damn. I hated hoes like this. Gripping her by the hair, I yanked her ass from his lap and tossed her to the floor. Lifting my foot, I kicked her ass in the face and her head flew back. Saliva sprayed from her lips. “You think it’s cute talking to somebody else’s man?” Gripping her by the hair, I punched her in the mouth.
Lights started to flash and people began to circle. I just knew they were filming me beat this bitch’s ass. I bet she thought twice before fucking with someone else’s man. Stupid ho. Before I knew it, I was grabbed from behind and carried out of the building. I was placed on my feet, and when I turned around, I noticed it was the security guard. Joker didn’t even have the balls to break the fight up himself. My feelings were hurt because I actually loved this man, and he treated me like shit.
“Gone home,” the security said and went back into the building.
“Ugh!” I screamed at the door and marched over to my car. Going home wasn’t an option for me. Ain’t no way I was about to let Joker come out of there with another bitch. She won’t be sampling my dick tonight.
Pulling away from the curb, I parked in the parking lot where I could see Joker’s truck and waited. There was no telling how long it was gon’ take him to come out of there, but I was gon’ sit my ass right here ’til he did. I had worked far too hard on our relationship to just let it die. All of my family knew I was messing with him because I made it known that I was taken by the wealthiest man in the city. They laughed and cracked their jokes because he never seemed to be able to come around whenever I invited him over. Everyone thought I was a joke, but once he stopped playing games, they were gon’ see.
Forty minutes later, Joker finally came out the club with some other bitch on his arm. The one he was hugged up with probably didn’t want to be bothered with him after I beat her ass. It’s crazy. I’d never gotten out of character for a man before. Joker just did something to me and brought out the craziness in me.
Clenching my teeth, I fumbled with the car door to open it and got out. “Joker!” I screamed across the parking lot. He looked in my direction and ushered the girl toward his truck. My feet picked up speed and I zoomed toward them. I swear how fast I ran across that parking lot, people would’ve thought I was Sha’Carri Richardson. “Oh, no you don’t, mufucka!” I yelled and caught the truck door before he was able to close it for her.
“Man, watch out,” he told me and nudged me back with his arm.
“You ain’t taking that bitch home with you.”
“I really wish you’d mine yo’ fucking business.”
The girl sat there looking from me to Joker as if she was watching some good ass reality television.
“You is my business, nigga. Now get that bitch out yo’ fucking truck before I act a got damn fool out here!”
“You always acting a fool. That ain’t nothing new to me.”
“I’m not playing with you, Joker!” I just know people was talking about me how I was going out bad about this nigga.
“I ain’t got time for this shit. Shawty, just gone head,” he told the chick.
“What?” she looked up at him and asked.
“Ho, you heard him. Get to fucking stepping,” I proudly stated.
Smacking her teeth, she climbed out the truck and said, “This some bullshit,” and then marched back toward the entrance of the club. Bitch was probably about to go back in there and find someone else’s nigga to go home with. I’d never understand why they be so comfortable taking people home with them after the club. There’s psychopaths out here.
Joker mushed me in the forehead and shut his passenger door. “I’ll meet you back at home, babe,” I told him.
“No the fuck you won’t,” was his response.
“Yeah, we gon’ see about that,” I said as he got into this truck and shut the door on me. I’d put too much effort into the night to not get my dick. This nigga was about to give it up.
Joker’s truck started and he pulled out his parking spot. I ran back to my car, so that I could catch him by the time he made it home because he damn sure wouldn’t let me up if I didn’t slip into that elevator with him. This man sped down the street, zooming in and out of traffic once he got on the interstate in hopes that he’d lose me. He knew I was following him, and if he made the decision to not take his ass home, I was acting a fool wherever he stopped at.
We pulled up in front of his building. My car hadn’t even been in park a good second before I opened the door and stuck my foot out. Joker left his keys in the truck and the door open. Valet rushed around and hopped inside as if they were scared someone was gon’ steal it. I removed my keys and tossed them to the other valet that was sitting on the bench and ran inside the building behind Joker. The door almost shut on me, but I swiftly slipped inside.
He stopped at the elevator and pressed the up button. I eased up beside him and gripped him by the hand. This nigga had the nerves to snatch away from me and frown. The elevator dinged and we stepped on.
“Just wait ’til you see what I did up there.”
His head snapped in my direction. “You been in my shit? Who the fuck let you in my shit? I’m gon’ kill that bitch downstairs ’cause I know it was her.”
“Don’t be worried about all that. Just wait. I made you dinner and everything.” I grinned up at him as he stared straight at the elevator doors ’til we stopped on his floor. The doors opened and he stepped out onto the rose petals on the floor.
“What’s this shit?” he glowered back at me and asked.
“I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. Let me warm your food up.” I scurried past him and went into the kitchen. The food bag was still on the counter. Snatching it, I tossed it into the trash just as he entered the kitchen behind me.
“Yo’ ass ain’t cook that shit,” he said over my shoulder.
I spun on my heels and faced him with a frown. “How you gon’ tell me?”
“Monica, who the hell you think you’re fooling? I know yo’ ass can’t cook.”
“You don’t know nothing.”
“You be doing the fucking most man. You want to belong to me so fucking bad.” He moved around me and pulled out the drawer that had the utensils in it. Pulling out a knife, he faced me. My heart beat kicked up a notch. I knew how Joker was heavy in the streets and didn’t have the best reputation, but I didn’t care about all that. The fact that my man put fear in other people’s hearts turned me on. At least ’til now.
“Wha-what are you about to do with that?”
“I scare you, Monica?” he questioned with an arched brow and took a step toward me. I backed up, and he chuckled. Opening the island drawer, he pulled out a mini blow torch. “How you wanna be with somebody but you scared of ’em?”
“Can we just eat and enjoy our night?” Soon as he lit that blow torch and began to burn the tip of the knife, I began to sweat underneath the arms. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed this crazy mufucka here and just went home.
His eyes locked with mine, and he asked, “Do you even know what it takes to be my bitch?”
“I’ve been your bitch.”
“Nah, you thought you was my bitch. There’s a difference.” The knife blade turned orange, alerting us that it was hot as hell. He closed the gap between us and stared down into my eyes. “You want to be attached to me so mufuckin bad.” The knife lifted in my direction toward the center of my chest, and he continued, “And you better not fucking move or it might slip and cut ya throat.”
“Ahhh!” I screamed out, feeling the hot knife press firmly against my skin. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. Joker lit the torch again, burning the knife for a second time before it impacted my skin again at a different angle. “Fuck!” I bared my teeth. Lighting the knife again, he did another angle, and my nails dug deep into the palms of my hands. I was certain I was drawing blood.
“Now you’re my property,” he said and tossed the knife and torch onto the counter and then strolled past me. Tears cascaded my cheeks. My fingertips lightly brushed the mark he left in the center of my chest. It was the letter J. This crazy mufucka branded me with the first letter of his name.
Stepping out the kitchen, I stopped and looked at the elevator. Everything in me was telling me that I needed to get the hell out of there, but my pussy… that bitch was yearning for Joker’s touch. She wanted to take a walk on the dark side. I went in the direction of his bedroom and heard the shower running. I’m his property , was the only thing playing in my mind as I entered the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes, I slid the shower door back and climbed over into the shower behind him. He turned and faced me with his dick hanging. The water glided down his body, highlighting every tattoo that adorned his frame. I dropped straight to my knees and gripped him by the dick with both hands. The water stung as it hit my chest.
Stuffing his dick into my mouth, I sucked and twisted my hands in opposite directions. He intertwined his fingers into my hair and roughly guided me on his dick. I gagged, mouth filling with saliva, eyes watery with tears.
He didn’t let up ’til he released his seeds down my throat. Getting up from my knees, I turned, positioning him at my opening.
“Hell nah, get a condom. You ain’t slick,” he said and pushed me away from him. I slipped on the tile and stuck my hands out in front of me to balance.
“You didn’t have to push me like that,” I told him and stepped out of the shower. I went into the bedroom and opened the nightstand on his side and then grabbed a condom out of there.
When I went back into the bathroom, Joker was in there dripping in soap suds. He stepped underneath the water and all the suds washed to his feet. I ripped the condom open and rolled it down his dick. Gripping me roughly by the neck, he pinned me against the wall and inserted his dick inside me from behind. Even his thrusts were rough. He was treating me like I was some bitch he hated off the street.
I shut my eyes and waited ’til everything was over. He grunted and released into the condom and then peeled away from me. Joker removed the condom from his dick and tossed it out onto the bathroom floor. This man didn’t even care that I didn’t get a chance to release. He just went back to cleaning himself. It was obvious that he didn’t want me anymore. That he was just putting up with me at this point.
Once he was done with his shower, he stepped out, leaving me in there alone. I stepped underneath the water and cleaned myself. After I was nice and clean, I shut the water off and got out. The condom was still lying on the floor as if he’d forgotten all about it. I looked into the bedroom and didn’t see him. My heart skipped beats in my chest. Snatching the condom up from the floor, I balled it into my hand and went over to the toilet. Looking over my shoulder, I made sure he wasn’t about to come back into the bathroom before flushing the toilet.
Grabbing a towel, I dried myself off and went back into the bedroom. Joker wasn’t in there, which meant that he’d probably gone to the front for something. Quickly, I rolled the condom up where the semen wouldn’t come out and placed it inside my bag. I got dressed and gathered all my things.
Exiting the bedroom, I found Joker standing in the kitchen, warming up the food that I told him I’d made for him. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head home,” I told him. All he did was look at me and turn his back.
With my head hanging low, I went over to the elevator and climbed on. By the time I made it down to the lobby, it was going on twelve. I rushed out the door and had valet pull my car around. As soon as I got inside, I headed straight to Candice’s house. I wasn’t certain if she was home or if she was sleep, but what I needed to do was time sensitive and I couldn’t do it alone.
Pulling into her driveway, I grabbed the condom from my bag and jumped from the car. I stepped up onto her porch and rang the doorbell. Five minutes had gone by and she still hadn’t come to the door. I pulled out my phone and went to her name. Before I was able to press dial, the door yanked open, and she mugged me.
“Got damn, Monica. What are you doing here this time of night?” she asked, standing there in a robe. Her hair was disheveled, meaning that she was either sleeping like I thought or in there getting some dick.
“I need you to help me insert this inside me,” I told her and lifted my hand, dropping the bottom of the condom from it.