Chapter 30
Maddie
“Why am I here, Richard?” I looked around his office, standing at the corner of his desk before my eyes were on him. His enticing chocolate skin glowed under the soft recessed lights above his head. His hair and beard were freshly trimmed and the dimples in his cheek showed even as he glared at me.
Opening his top drawer, he lifted a folder and tossed it onto the desk, angling it toward me.
“Sign this shit, then get the fuck out,” he said in the husky, sexy voice that used to whisper “I love you” while he was swimming in my ocean.
As angry as I was with him, it still hurt for him to treat me with so little regard.
I hadn’t done anything but love him. He was the one who made me give him my heart only to break it by cheating on me with so many women I couldn’t keep up, then trying to make me feel as if it were my fault.
As hurt as I was, I quickly got it together and held my ground. “Sign what? What is that?” I asked, glancing at the folder.
Richard released a cocky laugh before he narrowed his eyes at me. “It’s your divorce settlement. Now sign and get the fuck out of my office. I can’t even stand to look at your simple, ghetto ass anymore.”
“Simple and ghetto? You got me twisted. I’m far from simple, and yes, maybe I’m still that girl from Queens, but I clean up nice as you can tell. You knew it too, which is why you paraded me around like your trophy wife.”
“That’s all you ever were or will be. A fucking whore from Queens in diamonds and expensive clothes. Now sign this shit so you can go back to your drug dealing boyfriend.”
Richard calling Carlos a drug dealer rubbed me the wrong way. I was curious about how he even knew that. Maybe from the way Carolos looked. That was possible, but he said it with so much confidence, like he just knew it was true.
“I’m not signing anything until our lawyers agree on—”
“Four point eight million of my money. Money I worked for. I’m giving you that, but trust, you don’t deserve one penny. Now, sign the goddamn papers, Madeline.”
My body flinched when he yelled at me. I was confused about what was going on, so I snatched the folder and scanned the documents. It was printed right there. He was to pay me almost five million dollars and all I had to do was sign.
“What’s the catch? Why are you giving me money?”
Richard smirked, then pointed at me. “Oh, you don’t know? You have no idea who you’re giving your pussy to, do you? Sign the shit and get the fuck outta my life. If you want answers, you’re looking at the wrong person.”
Richard removed his eyes from me and lifted the phone to make a call. “I need you to make copies for me and escort my ex-wife out of the building.”
An hour later, I was at Carlos’s door confused and angry. I had no idea what had gone down, but I was divorced from Richard and almost five million dollars richer. That part I could accept, but the how and why ate at me. What had Carlos done and would it come back to haunt me, him, or both of us?
“What’s up, beautiful?” he greeted me and tried to lean in for a kiss after he opened the door. Dressed in jeans and no shirt, his body looked amazing. I couldn’t even enjoy it because I was so pissed.
I stepped around him and entered his place, causing him to frown at me. “The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked before shutting his door.
“What the hell did you do?” I barked, holding up the folder.
“Ay, you need to tone all that down. Way fucking down. You not gon’ be up in my spot, or anywhere else for that matter, yelling at me like you lost your fucking mind, Madeline. Fuck you thinking?” he said, stepping toward me, standing over me.
“I will yell if I want to until you tell me what you did,” I said, moving closer to him and rearing my head back to look up at him. I was mad as hell and he didn’t scare me.
Carlos stepped back and ran his hand across his hair before he laughed. He was trying to stay calm, but I didn’t care.
“Yo, let me back the fuck up before I jack yo’ ass up. What is that and what the fuck you mean what did I do?” he asked, nodding at the folder.
I threw it at him and the papers fell out, hitting the floor.
“Yo, you’re bugging. I think you better leave before I do something I can’t take back.”
Kneeling, I grabbed the paper that showed my settlement. I held it close to his face and he snatched it out of my hand to examine.
“What did you do to make him say fuck the prenup?”
“That’s what the fuck you acting crazy about? I ain’t do shit but make it clear to him that he was gonna give you what you deserved. You are muthafucking welcome.”
Carlos pushed past me, coolly striding toward the kitchen. I watched him move, turned on by the grace of his movements. Even pissed at me, he still moved like he was unbothered.
“But what did you do? He would never just agree to give me money unless you… Oh God, did you threaten to kill him? Did you try to kill him? Please tell me you didn’t do that.”
Carlos shot me a nasty glance before he spoke. “Why? You gon’ miss that muthafucker if I take his life? You worried about that, Madeline?”
“No, I’m not, but I’m worried about you. Do you know who he is and what he’s capable of?”
Carlos looked at me like I was crazy before he laughed sarcastically. “Do you know who the fuck I am and what I’m capable of? Fuck him and I mean that. You worried about me taking his life, maybe I should do just that, and fuck you too if you care.”
His words cut me deep, but I understood why he was upset.
“I don’t care about him; I care about you. I don’t want him to—”
“Nah, it’s cool. Don’t worry about me, Maddie. I’m good. Real muthafucking good. Lock my door on your way out and don’t forget those.” He pointed to the papers on the floor. “I’m sure you’re gon’ need it to collect your money.”
Without so much as another look or word for me, Carlos walked to his bedroom and my body jumped when he slammed the door.
I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach as I stood there feeling stupid.
I collected my papers, and with my head down, found my way to the door.
I had just messed up, bad. What the fuck had I done?
Iwoke up feeling like I was dreaming because the smell of Carlos’s cologne hit me, causing me to feel even more depressed. Then his voice floated around me and I sat up in my bed and wiped my mouth.
“Ay, we need to talk.” His voice was steady and calm, but made me nervous.
“Okay,” I said, scooting back against the headboard.
He was on the opposite side of the bed with his head down, resting in his hands.
“I didn’t kill anyone to make him agree to give you anything, Maddie. Thank Trooper for that, but I did threaten that muthafucker. He deserved it though.”
“But why?”
“Fuck you mean why?” His voice raised slightly but remained calm. “You deserved that money, shorty. You married him and he cheated on you. He treated you like a prostitute. As long as he kept buying you things and your accounts were full, he treated you like shit.”
I was quiet because he was right, but didn’t understand why he cared so much.
“Look.” He glanced over his shoulder before he stood and walked around to my side of the bed. He was so fucking sexy, even with his eyes red and the scowl on his face, but I stayed put because I couldn’t read him.
“I’m not him, Maddie. I don’t wait for people to do shit. I make shit happen. Maybe I was wrong, but he fucked with you, so he fucked with me. It’s not even about the money, ’cause I got money, more than that pocket change he gave you and I would have given it to you.
“This place, it’s yours for as long as you want it to be.
It doesn’t mean shit to me. You need money, I’ll open an account for you, ’cause that don’t mean anything to me either, but I’m trying to let you be you.
I know you don’t want to leave one payroll and get on another.
I respect that about you and he owed you, so I made him give it to you.
I need you to respect how I do things ’cause I want you with me, but not if you can’t understand who I am.
” He stared at me like he was looking into my soul and I nodded.
“I can do that,” I said, climbing off the bed and standing before him. There was little space between us as his eyes stayed on mine.
I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted to be close to him. I wasn’t mad. He did what he had for me and I appreciated him.
“Ay, what you doing?” he asked when my hands slipped into his sweats.
“I’m apologizing,” I said with a sly grin.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said lowly but didn’t stop me from exposing his hardening length and dropping to my knees.
“I know, but I want to,” I said just before my tongue circled his head then moved down to his balls and back up before I made half of it disappear.
“Fuck, shit yeah,” he moaned as I moved my lips up and down his length.
Carlos was big, a lot bigger than I was used to, but I made it work. Apparently, he approved because his hands moved into my hair and massaged my scalp, guiding my motion.
“Do that shit,” he growled as he fucked my mouth.
His movements caused me to gag, but I didn’t quit until he exploded. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, spitting it out before I rinsed. That wasn’t my thing. I tried plenty of times but I just couldn’t swallow.
When I entered the room again, Carlos was on my bed naked, looking like a god. His tatted skin was sexy as hell as I traced his chiseled body with my eyes from head to toe, then focused on his face, which held a smirk.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded with his deep, sexy voice.
I did as he asked before joining him on the bed. He quickly pulled me under his body and hovered over me with a grin.
“You sure your ass is from Queens? How the fuck you can’t swallow?”
I rolled my eyes, sucked my teeth, and he chuckled.
“Nah, I take that back. You’re from Queens with all that bullshit ass eye rolling.”
His hand moved between my legs, forcing them apart before his fingers glided across my center, grazing my slit. It felt so good for him to touch me that I could hardly stand it.
“Is that a problem for you?” I questioned after he leaned down and kissed my neck
“Is what a problem?”
“That I didn’t swallow.”
He lifted his head and frowned at me like he was angry. “Hell nah. Your head game is good as fuck. Long as you do it right, I’m good. Only thing I need to be nasty is this pussy I’m about to beat up.”
He smirked and I felt him enter me roughly, taking my breath away for a second while I tried to adjust. He wasn’t trying to give me that.
Carlos fucked me like he was angry about something and taking it out on my kitty.
It hurt like hell because he was rough and his size was a little much, but I loved it.
The first time we had been together, he was easy and gentle, but right now he wanted me to feel him.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again, Madeline,” he growled against my ear as he pounded away between my legs.
“I won’t,” I promised, trying my best to take what he delivered.
Each time he pulled out and plunged back in, he went a little deeper and stretched me a little wider. Especially when he dipped his shoulder beneath my thighs and bent my legs into my body. At that point, I could damn near feel him in my throat.
“I ain’t soft, shorty. I need you to respect that, aight? Don’t fucking come for me like that again.”
He taunted me as he pounded away, making my body feel like heaven. I accepted every inch without complaining and he made sure I felt every one. When he felt my body quiver, he leaned in and covered my mouth with his and demanded against my lips, “Cum for me, Madeline. Cum hard so I can cum too.”
He sucked my lips and pumped in and out of me until he felt me release. A second later, he grunted and pulled out.
“Muthafucker!” Cum shot out of his erection and landed on my stomach while he sat up, using his hand to get the rest out with his head back.
When he was done, he lay next to me and kissed my shoulder.
“Fuck, man. I love the way you feel. I fucking love it. Got me all up in you raw. Fuck am I thinking?” He chuckled to himself then kissed my shoulder again before he got up.
He returned a few minutes later and cleaned his cum off me and between my legs.
“Yo, I’m hungry. You wanna cook for me?”
I sat up and looked at him like he was crazy. This man was bipolar. Not only was my pussy sore and swollen, but I was drained and he wanted me to cook.
“Yeah, man, I want your ass in the kitchen,” he said like he read my mind.
“And don’t put shit on either. I’m tapping that pussy a few more times tonight.
In fact, I’m gonna keep fucking you until it’s so swollen you can’t even close your legs.
You’re ’bout there now.” He winked at me.
“And I want to see your skinny ass naked while you burning for me,” he said, then entered the bathroom again, leaving me there with my mouth open.
Yep, he was crazy, but the kinda crazy I liked.
I scooted to the end of the bed and stood.
My entire center ached and it would be like that for a minute.
He was right, dealing with him I needed weight on me.
My small body couldn’t handle him handling it like that or I would need medical attention on the regular. Either way, I’d make it work.
I had my divorce and a new man. What more could I ask for?