Chapter 8
I slammed the trunk shut and rounded to the driver’s side of the car. “Got me out this time of night for bullshit,” I mumbled and hopped into the driver’s seat.
My Maserati whipped in and out of traffic ’til I made it outside of Montgomery’s city limits.
Stopping on the side of the road, I sat there, gazing into darkness.
I was in my mufucking bed and had to come out for this bullshit.
My teeth clenched. Opening the door, I climbed out and rounded to the trunk.
The trunk popped open, and I flashed the light from my phone down into it. Duct tape covered his mouth. His entire body shook as he stared up into my eyes. I crouched and ripped the tape from his mouth.
“Please. Please. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I promise—”
“Did she cum for you?” I cut him off because I needed to know.
After watching him fuck her on the camera, I wanted to rip the entire world apart.
I didn’t make it to see the rest of the shit, because I was in my shit doing a hundred all the way to her apartment.
Nigga had the nerves to be in there touching what fucking belonged to me.
He blankly stared up at me. I can get the confusion, but answer my question, nigga.
“Yes.”
Everything in me went rigid. That meant she was present with him and felt every bit of him. I wanted to break his fucking neck. This nigga really touched my pussy and was rubbing the shit in my face. My jaw ticked.
“How many times?”
“She only came once. That’s all, I swear! We did one round before you snatched me out of there.”
I stood there, hands resting in my pockets. My mind was on overload, but no one could tell. How did she look when she came for him? Did she really enjoy it? It probably would’ve made shit better had she not cum for him.
Gripping him by the throat, I lifted his body from the trunk and said, “You should’ve lied,” and then tossed his naked ass on the ground. “You better not ever touch her again,” I warned and slammed the trunk shut.
* * *
A couple days later
Solei was really pissing me the fuck off.
This mufucka had planned to go on a date tonight with some nigga that she barely even knew.
How I knew? I hacked her fucking phone and saw all her damn messages.
It wasn’t bad enough that she’d fucked some other nigga, and now she had intentions of doing the shit again. She was a ho, but she was my ho.
I sat there in the command room, watching her run around her bedroom in search of something to put on after she got out the shower. She was moving so fast that she stubbed her toe on the vanity. Solei hopped on one foot as she tried to soothe the pain for the other.
“That’s what yo’ ass get,” I said underneath my breath.
She got dressed in this dress that was so fucking short I was sure you could see her pussy if she bent over. My jaw muscles tensed. Dick had to be the only thing on her mind if she was leaving the house like that.
She went over and started on her makeup at the vanity. Solei looked over her shoulder and got up from the bench. I watched her lips curve as she stared at her phone, so I grabbed my dummy phone to see what had her so fucking jolly.
Unknown: I’ll be there to get you in thirty. Can’t wait to see that beautiful face.
My hand tightly squeezed the phone. She went back over and finished her makeup and then removed her scarf and bonnet from her hair. I couldn’t lie. She looked good as fuck about to head out the door. If only she was going on a date with me.
My fingertips grazed the monitor. “In due time,” left my lips.
I observed her as she grabbed her purse off the dresser, took one final look at herself in the floor-length mirror, and exited the bedroom.
My eyes jumped to the next monitor. Solei swiped her keys off the counter and headed out of the front door.
I bounced to the camera in the hallway. She stood at the elevator, waiting for it to come up to her floor.
Soon as she stepped on, I switched screens and hacked the elevator, shutting that bitch down. Her free hand smacked the wall of the elevator, and her head tilted back.
“Yo’ ass in time-out. Sit there and think about what the fuck you did,” I said and got up from my chair.