He chuckled as I moved around the room, grabbing another sleep shirt before storming into the bathroom. I started the water then arranged all my body products before stepping in. I don’t know what the fuck I had been thinking, having sex with him, but that was a mistake I wouldn’t be making again. I hated Mekhi Venzant, I swear.
I was so busy scrubbing and cussing him in my head that I was unprepared when the door was yanked open. I screamed and dropped my loofah.
“Yo’ ass so dramatic and scary, Little Thug,” Mekhi said, stepping into the shower.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“The fuck it look like I’m doing?”
He crowded me against the wall, pinning me in place with his body.
“Gone, Mekhi! I’m not…”
My voice trailed off as his mouth descended to my neck and nibbled on the side of it. I swear I never knew I was so sensitive there until I started fucking with him.
“You make me sick,” I whispered as his hand crept between my thighs.
The first brush of his thumb over my clit had me sighing. The second made me shiver. By the time he started dragging his thumb in slow circles around my pearl, I had almost forgotten why I was mad. I didn’t resist as he turned me around to face the wall, the water cascading on us from the rain showerhead above and the jets along the side. And when he eased inside me again, any will to protest left me.
“Mekhi…” I didn’t even know what else I wanted to say.
“Farrah,” he mimicked as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“I hate you,” I lied.
He laughed softly. “I know, shorty. I know.”
I knewI had taken a risk tonight, but as soon as I heard she was at Club Mirage, I had to go. I wanted to destroy everything Mekhi Venzant cared about before I finally destroyed him. But Farrah was making that impossible. The more I tried to see her as his possession, the more I wanted to get close to her. Watching her in his arms tonight fucked with me and knowing that she was going home with him didn’t make it any better. That nigga didn’t deserve that kind of love and attention, and I hated to see him getting it. I needed to get over this shit or else I wouldn’t be able to go through with all that I had planned.
“Fuck!”
Frustrated, I pushed the shit off the TV stand, not even flinching when a vase hit the wall and shattered. I sat downheavily, my head in my hands. I had to get back in order and quickly.
“Trell?”
I looked up from my seat on the hotel suite’s couch as my mother walked in the room. She was frowning at me as usual. I knew she was about to complain about something. She was a beautiful woman, but her attitude twisted it, making her really ugly sometimes. Bitterness was not a good look. I stood up, crossing the room to meet her.
“Yeah?”
“Why you in here breaking these people’s stuff?”
I shook my head, unwilling to talk about it. “You wanted something?”
“You’re forgetting your target. I’m here to remind you,” she announced.
I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to fight the frown that I felt coming.
“What are you talking about, Mom?”
“This is supposed to be about Mekhi Venzant. About crushing him and taking what’s yours. But your attention seems to be more and more on his little bitch.”
Sighing, I crossed my arms and waited, letting her continue her little speech, even though it wasn’t helping my attitude. She started pacing as she talked, the back-and-forth movements driving me crazy.
“You wanted to do this your way, draw this out, make him feel pain, make him watch his world fall apart. I told you a quick, direct strike would be better. Stop playing these cat-and-mouse games and hit this nigga hard.” She stopped suddenly and glared up at me. “And please, forget about this Farrah girl.”
I refused to acknowledge that last statement. Farrah was a means to an end, a clear way to get to Mekhi and I wasn’t going to drop my attention on her.
“For your information, everything is almost in place. I dropped Gillian’s name tonight. I’m sure Mekhi is going to run to her and find out what he can?—”
