Chapter 4 – Friends

Vivian’s POV:

I make a stop at Stevie’s high school to drop him there. Yeah, he’s a senior. “Sis? Are you sure you’re going to be fine? I can skip today and come home with you.” He’s out the car and bent, looking at me with worrying eyes. I’m shit, but I’ll be fine…. You can’t skip school.

“Yes, I’m fine. You be good and make me proud. If you don’t get into Harvard, your ass is burned! Got that?” I send him a killer look, followed by a loving one. I love you, baby bro….

“Yes, sir! Okay…. I’ll call you in my first break. Send me a text you reached home, sis. Bye.” He smiles, winks and closes the car’s door. I smile and start the car.

You pain in the ass bro…. But you’re just like me…. Hope you’ll not enter into more fights with those hooligans again…. I’m not dad or mom…. I’ll fucking beat the shit out of them…. The principal always fucks you for them…. Well, you do beat their asses…. He, he, he…. My crazy bro….

While on the road back home, my best friend Desiree calls. “Hey, baby girl! Not sleeping?” She’s so fucking lively…. Wish I could pull that, too…. Not my choice….

“On my way to fuck the bed, baby…. Just dropped Stevie.” I have my car over the speed limit. I really can’t wait to reach home…. Police? Even if they pull me over, I’ll have no problem. I’ve got an official permit for this shit, too. No, don’t worry, I’m a good driver and won’t mess up the traffic and shit. I’ll fuck the bed until fucking 6:30 pm…. It will be orgasmic….

“Need to see your ass to cheer you up. How the marriage shit went?” Why the fuck did you have to remind me of that shit? I’m fucked…. That’s how it went…. FUCK!

“Umm…. I’m…married…. Kind of….” Permanently fucked on that…. At least he doesn’t want me in the real sense, no fucking is involved. That gives me some comfort. He can have as many mistresses as he wants for what I care. Just not touching me. The rest is perfect. And if I get to see less of his fucker face, that’s even better. I can adapt to this.

“WHAT?! MARRIED?! Ha-ha! The motherfucker agreed? He doesn’t know you…. I do. I’ll send you the club I’m at and bring your ass here. And don’t want to hear a NO! Fuck sleeping! We need some drinks, girl! The club is already crowded with fine ass people, but we have room to speak. I’m expecting you. I’ve already given your name at the entrance. It’s on me. I’ll pay for everything. Just come!”

Club? At fucking 11:30 in the morning? Alright…. I would take your company…. Maybe I’ll feel better…. You’re always there for me and cheering me up…. Baby girl….

“Okay…. Just for a few…. I do need sleeping though…. Monroe called me for a private…. 8 PM….” Yeah, she’s an under, too. But she’s not like me. She’s some levels under me. She could never do what I do. She’s 25, a black beautiful woman, sexy hot ass, a renowned fashion designer with a shit load of money officially. Our friendship is for the last seven years. She’s my bestie. We can even sense our asses when in sadness or in shit. That good friends we are. Honestly? We’re like sisters. She helped me a lot with funerals and all that happened lately as much as she could. Her shoulder was and is always there for me, and mine for her the same. But at some things we’re opposites. Anyhow, we get along very well. I would fucking skip Monroe, but if he called me, not going through the agency, some shit is happening…. I can’t ignore him…. He helped me in the past….

“Monroe? Okay…. Never mind…. Come and we’ll speak here. Ohh! That ass! Fine material…. Gotta go girl! I’ll be waiting!” She ends the call while I roll my eyes.

Poor guy…. If he doesn’t last in the bed, she’ll fuck him good…. Jesus…. Yes, she’s sexual and has a lot of studs in her bed…. Every single day…. It’s energy, she says…. Sex is energy…. Whatever…. I’m not like that, but if she likes and wants it, I have nothing against it. I’m happy for her.

The address she gave me is a club where I haven’t been before. It’s a VVIP one. That’s why there are people in there. This shit screams of millionaires and billionaires. They can always cut off work and come here for a retreat. That crazy ass…. You want rich people dicks now…. Always changing the menu…. I motion my head and smirk and go to the main entrance.

A big ass bouncer with an earpiece stops my ass. “Miss? Your name, please. I don’t know you from before, so I have to ask. Don’t take it personal. I would have let you in though….” He’s checking me out and smiling. “But big boss is here, very upset, and I don’t want to have his anger on me. It kind of hurts, you know….” He winks at me.

I would hurt you, too, right now…. But you’re right on not letting me in without prior notice…. That’s valid.

“Vivian Doreen. My friend Desiree Hudson gave my name to enter. I’m on her membership called.” He checks it out through his earpiece with someone. He smiles.

“Yes. You can go in. I know Desiree…. Very well….” She fucked you, too…. Well…. He smirks and lets me in. I go in, ignoring him, all serious and sleepy. Yeah, I can’t change my face or how I feel.

I call Desiree to tell me where she is, and I finally reach her. She’s at the bar, flirting with a hunk. A very expensive hunk. He’s white. Yeah, she bangs all types as long as she’s interested. She waves at me. “Girl! You came! Honey? I’m sorry, we’ll talk later. My girl is here, and she needs me for a while.” She kisses his left cheek, and he smiles at her.

I hope you prepared a strong dick for later…. If she marked you, you’ll get it soon enough…. And then she’ll dump you…. Well, either her or you…. It depends….

I see an empty table and go there, crawling on the chair, putting my stuff on the table, including my head…. “VIV! Why? You’re married, girl! You’ll finally get some!” WHAT?! Oh…. This is what she always has on her mind…. She’s laughing with appetite, rubbing my head and now lighting a cigarette.

“Cut the shit, Desi…. I don’t want that. Both things. I don’t want. Can’t you be more sympathetic? I’m dying over here….” I’m still on the table with my eyes closed. Fuck marriage, fuck getting some. Who the fuck wants to have sex? I don’t. And I have no way out of this…. Fuck….

“What’s his name? Maybe I know him. Is he a handsome stud? Come on! Give me something!” She’s enjoying this shit to my frustration…. I would kill myself now. She’s got a cocktail in her left hand, drinking from it. A waiter comes to take my order. Coffee…. Coffee…. Coffee….

“Miss? What can I bring you?” A ton of bullets? I would want no Viv remains…. Just puff and gone….

“Double espresso, no sugar, flat water, and that’s all for now. Thank you.” I’m driving and need to be clear for missions tonight…. I would have some whisky on the rocks for this….

“Coming right up.” He goes, smiling. I want to sleep…

“No alcohol? You would need some….” She’s studying me. Now you realize the shit I’m in? You only think over the stud and sex part…. Like I’m a screwing bitch….

“He’s a son of a bitch. I don’t know, Davy Lelo something…. You know that when I’m not interested over something, I refuse registering things. And this guy? Fuck no. I mean, he was so fucking angry on me and his dad, like I was the one forcing his ass! Fuck! I would have beaten the shit out of him…. And his dad was all smiley, and happy, for the shit HE created. We both don’t want this. But he made it clear how unhappy he is, that he hates me, despises me, how I look in his eyes, and that he will never fuck me. I’m very happy over that part. At least I’ve got something favorable, too. We are at war, and one that I’m fond of. His ass stays away, my ass the same. The bad part, however, is that I need to move into his fucking house with Stevie and there’s more other shit, but these are the highlights in short. The contract is unbreakable. I don’t have 20 million to give, so I had to sign it….” I release a deep sigh and straighten myself on the chair, grabbing her pack of cigarettes to have one. I don’t generally smoke, but now I want one, or two, or I don’t know…. I’m so depressed…. I would kill myself…. If it wasn’t for Stevie, I think I would….

“Babe? Are you sane?” She shakes her head. “Of course you aren’t…. What do you mean you are happy with not fucking you?” Here we go again…. I don’t want to hear this…. I’m smoking and move my stare away from her, but silent. Anything I would say, she would hit me back. It’s pointless and never ending. She never understands that we are different on that part and wants me to enjoy life she says. I get her views, but I can’t be like that. For me is not enjoying life. “YOU SAID AFTER MARRIAGE! YOU ARE MARRIED NOW, BITCH! What now? What will you tell me now?! You really are a fucking crazy bitch, girl…. Who the fuck has heard of one like you? Does he know?”

WILL YOU LOWER YOUR VOICE?! I’m having a lunatic stare at her. She’s with her arms crossed and like a nagging mother, on bad things to me.

“Lower your fucking voice…. We are in public, Desi….” Some heads are turned at us. Perfect…. It’s music inside, pretty loud, but with the tone of her voice, she has succeeded in being heard and to attract attention over us. Her fucking style…. “Know what? It’s not his fucking business. We have already agreed on terms. It’s perfect still in the nightmare I’m in. Let’s change the subject. I’m in a huge depression right now for the moral things and not for the fucking part. That’s perfect.”

“Viv…. He will fuck you. Trust me. No sane man would miss a girl like you. And one having you in his own fucking house, and on his fucking bed, as his wife, will not keep away. Not for long. He might be angry now, but when he’ll realize what he has, he’ll fuck you. What then? Beat your husband for wanting your ass? You’re a hot babe, Viv. He won’t last for long. Not for one like you.” She snorts into laughter now. “And he doesn’t even fucking know that part yet! I’m sure if he were to know, he would take you right then and there.”

I want to scream at her, but my coffee and water are being brought. I refrain, but I’m all angry at her. Glad someone is laughing in all this…. And you supposed to be my friend!

“He won’t find out and I won’t fuck him. That’s never going to happen. I won’t allow it. Beat him? Yes. If it’s necessary, I’ll kill his ass. Happy?” I send her a crazy smile with a throw of eyebrows, now sipping from my fucking espresso.

“His name, babe.” I can’t remember as I don’t give a shit….

“Lelo…. Lealo…. LeAne…. LeAngel Davy something…. Now let’s change the subject. Please.”

She’s widening her eyes and transforms her face in such a shock that she grabs the table with both her hands, bending over a bit. What the fuck? Why? What did I say? I don’t know his fucking name! I’m not interested! Why should I know?!

“David fucking LeAngelo?!” She finally speaks. “Girl! Do you fucking know who’s your fucking husband?!” A billionaire shit…. I know…. Who the fuck cares?!

“A billionaire. I’ve told you before. Why the reaction? Lelo guy is a piece of shit. I don’t fucking want him.” She’s grinning at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Billionaire, huh? Girl…. Your husband? I don’t fucking know what hit your now father-in-law, but that David? He’s the God of all Gods. In all the sense. No, I haven’t fucked him. I wanted though…. But he’s so hard to get…. Anyways…. Consider that your husband is the top of the top in everything. I can’t wait to see how this will go! Ha-ha!” She’s laughing in tears while I’m so puzzled and ignorant…. Whatever…. Enjoy yourself…. The fucker is a piece of shit nonetheless…. I don’t give a fuck on him…. No matter what….

“Desi? Change the subject, baby…. I….” Someone has just come to our table, standing by my side. I raise my stare at the person. It’s a man dressed in a dark grey suit, screaming money all over, a stud, chestnut wavy hair, towering and smiling at me, with his right hand in his pocket. I’m pissed off. “Can I help you with something?” Like make you leave….

“Whoa! Hot stud!” Desi is smiling and in heats. He’s her type, I don’t have a type. I’m just on ignore. For God’s sakes, Desi!

“Couldn’t help admiring you and because you are so sweet, I came to introduce myself.” He smirks. God? Take this motherfucker out of here…. I’m really not into it….

“It’s not necessary. Thank you. But to whatever you want to say, my answer is no. I’m sorry. Don’t take it personal.” And I move my stare at Desi who is already eye-fucking him. You can have him…. I have nothing against that…. Just take him off my back…. Like now!

“See, girl? You’re never the one to go to a man and they fucking come. I’m always the one who goes after them. Not fair, don’t you think?” She smiles at me and the question was for the guy. Come on, Desi! Not now! Just do something! If I’ll do it, with the way I am right now inside, I might snap and beat the poor guy for just wanting to introduce himself and fuck me after…. Yeah, he wants to fuck me…. I’ll kill him! She can see my train of thoughts, so she’s trying to control me by looking at him now.

“You are both beautiful girls, but she’s got my full interest. I hope you won’t be too upset, my dear.” Take her! She wants it! I’m snapping…. Control, Vivian…. He’s into decent limits for now…. You can’t beat someone for just trying…. Fucking control!

“You see, the problem is that if you’re only into fucking, I would fuck you, whereas she wouldn’t. So, do you want to reconsider your choice, hottie?” She’s eye-fucking him again with a sexy smile. I’m only looking at her, laid back on my chair, having some espresso and smoking to keep my cool. Choose her, kid. It’s best option. Or walk away.

“Oh, really? That’s very interesting. Hmm…. Now I’m more convinced of my choice. Miss….?”

Go and fuck yourself, dude! Really?! I’m still not looking at him and grab my phone to check anything on it to avoid this shit.

“She’s ignoring you now. This is another thing she always does, hottie.”

You’re not helping! I’m on ignore still. A call is fortunately coming on my phone. It’s fucking Monroe. You don’t know how much I love you right now! I take the call, standing up and walking away.

“Yeah?” I’m walking to a quieter place.

“I saw you earlier. Can we speak now?” Speak as much as you fucking want.

“Yes. What’s up?” Someone grabs my free hand and turns me around. It’s the guy from earlier, smirking at me. By instinct, I punch him. I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have done that. Desi is laughing her lungs out.

“Told you hottie you can’t have her! Ha-ha!” She’s in tears.

You’re fucking enjoying this?! Desi! The guy comes back at me, all smiling and having another attempt to grab me. Are you fucking insane?! I’ll kill you! You don’t grab me! I’ll fuck you! Now! I start beating him. Don’t fucking judge me! When one is crossing the line like this, I can’t stay calm and mannered! I politely refused him! This is not acceptable! While I’m beating him and he’s trying to defend himself now, no, not offensive to me, as I’m losing it, I hear no more Desi laughing and someone screams at me, taking me from the shithead.

“RAVEN! BACK OFF! YOU’LL KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER!” Monroe?! I’m breathing hard and I’m standing now. I push Monroe to take his hands off me and I arrange my clothes and hair. I’m so fucking angry.

“You!” I say to the guy I’ve just beaten, who’s on the floor. He looks at me half shocked, half amused. “I’ve told you it’s a no. Next time stop when you’re told as you never know what crazy person you come across. Today, you’ve crossed paths with a very crazy one. I’m not going to apologize for my reaction as I’m not the one who started it.” I now turn around to Monroe and punch him, too. “That’s for touching me. You know not to do that.” He’s clenching his jawline, head aside. I’m also all contracted. “Let’s go, Monroe. Let’s fuck as always, motherfucker. I’ve fucking missed your fucking ass! Hardcore, baby!” I go and take my things, have visual contact with Desi and nod at her, all serious. She nods back. She knows what this means. I’m having an earlier one. Great remedy to come here and have some loose time…. My fucking luck…. I think I’ll kill myself…. Yup…. It’s coming alright…. I’m too fucked up….

I go back and walk to the exit with Monroe on my footsteps. Monroe? He’s towering, Greek God built, handsome motherfucker, rich, and one of the deadliest agents. We know each other for the last nine years. He’s 33. I’m deadlier than him.

We’re outside now. I’m walking with him having my back. I’ve just put my shades on. “Raven?”

What?! What?! I turn around. He’s standing, not walking, with his hands in his pockets, looking at me and biting his lower lip. Don’t tell me I hit you too hard! That was nothing and you know it! Don’t make me give you more samples as a reminder!

“What?! Aren’t we going?! I’m already pissed, Monroe. I’m so fucking sleepy. I’m having some personal life problems which drain my life. Can we skip the judgment speech?!” I’m a crazy bitch. I know. But he knows me, and he’s used to my fucking ass. So? Going or not?

“It’s private. We’ll take my car to the hotel. I’ll have someone get yours. Come here.” He motions his right hand at me. The fuck you did that! I’m not your girlfriend! We’re not in a fucking mission to pretend! He’s smirking at me.

“Monroe?” Killer eyes at him. “What were you doing here?” Yes…. Too coincidental….

“Following you. All day. Since you left your apartment with your little brother. Someone…is…after…you.” He comes in a sexy walk towards me. Someone after me? So, you are pretending to be my boyfriend now for safety… Got it. Who the fuck has the nerve?! I smile at him and change my attitude. I’m in the game. He takes me in his arms like a boyfriend and whispers to my left ear but giving the impression he’s kissing me. I take him in my arms, too, but trying to not glue myself to him as I don’t want that. “Two black cars, six people. Not Americans. Rings a bell?” Not really…. But it doesn’t matter…. If they make a move…. I’m ready. The fucker kisses my ear, making me cringe and go instinctive, but I hold it in. You know not to get touchy as I might snap! Jesus!