Chapter 11
"You really think I can't find you if I want too Angel?" —Money
My original plan of giving Angel some weeks alone had backfired. It's barely been a week and a half and I was the one already homesick. I genuinely missed her and wanted to go home. I couldn't help it when I locked myself in the bathroom and started calling her back to back, but of course she never answered.
Tasha knocks on the bathroom door, "Money I need to leave in the next hour for school! I'm gonna need the bathroom soon!"
I stared at a picture of Angel on the screen of my phone. I was really going insane with her ignoring me. She was playing games—and it was working. I was impressed because I didn't think she'd have the heart to ignore me this long. I was amused by it. I admit I wasn't taking the affairs I had on her as seriously as I should be, but what was the point in working hard for something that would come easy? I loved my wife so I meant zero disrespect with that. We went hand in hand like air to lungs. Sleep to a narcoleptic. Us together was mandatory. I was her's and she was mine. There was no way around it.
One more time, I say to myself. I tried calling again just in case she did pick up this time. The phone rang out for a while before I finally heard her voice. I got ready to talk but realized it was only her voicemail.
I almost lose it and toss my phone across the room, but I keep my composure. I know she needed space to cool off but I wanted to see her, just to make sure she was okay, at least. I open the door and Tasha pushes me out and rushes in.
I go out front and eat the breakfast that's siting on the table, while she's in the shower. I know it was for me because she was already running late for school, so would probably buy something out there. By time she's dressed and putting on her coat at the door, I just finished washing my plate.
We leave out at the same time, she gives me a kiss on the cheek and flies out the apartment to catch the train. I was still standing in the hall in front of her door, when I start think to myself. Maybe I really need to cut all this bullshit I'm doing off, because it really was wrong.
I pull my phone out while I jog down the one flight of stairs, pressing the contact on my screen. Nyah didn't take long to answer. Three rings. "Hello?"
"Open the door." I say and hang up. By time I get down the hall and walk up on her, she's standing in her doorway in a thick robe. She's trying to look serious but she cracks a goofy smile as soon as she sees me. I don't.
"Hey baby." She says tiptoeing to wrap her arms around my neck.
I stop her. "We have to break up."
"Break up?"
"Yeah." I lick my lips.
"Why?"
I smirk liking the fact she was still ready to fuck with me despite everything that happened. I did a good job molding her loyalty to me.
"You know why, shorty."
She puts a hand on her hip, frowning but still managing to look good while she did it. Her breasts were sitting up nicely. "Because your wife caught us?"
"Yeah, exactly. She's really messed up over that and continuing to mess with you is not really respecting her."
"Now your worried about respecting her? After two years?"
I don't answer.
Tears start to come to her eyes when she notices I'm serious. It would be hard letting Nyah go, it was like giving up an exotic car. Now another man would have a chance to walk around and show everyone the type of bitch he could pull. But I've had her for two years, it was time to let her go.
"No hard feelings?" I say extending my hand.
She slapped it down, "Fuck you, Money! You'll be back, I don't care what you say. You'll come back looking for me and I'm gonna tell you to go fuck yourself. If walk out of here don't come back!"
"I understand."
"Oh please, you couldn't even stop looking at other women half the time we were out together. So I know you can't keep it in your pants. And guess what? I'll send you nude pictures every two weeks like I always do and your finagling ass will open every single one, every time I send one!"
I chuckle because she was probably right, but it went just like the famous saying. I could look, didn't mean I had to touch. Nyah slams the door in my face and puts the bolt lock in place. I know I could've done the same with Tasha before she left, or I could even do it when she came back, but I wasn't ready to let her go yet.
I was moving little by little. Growth took time.
I had a meeting with Capri and his other associates who ran the business with him. Capri owned a whole law firm called Supreme Enterprise which was just a front for his drug business. He and the other three men that apparently owned it with him.
I sent my location to Capri and he had me picked up in front of the building. He preferred not using my own car, though Angel had it anyway, she drove it back home. He said it was more discreet and safer to never use your own whip. Common sense that I already knew, but I didn't mind the information either way.
I get to the law firm that's in Miami-Dade County. It's a large building built with stone, it says: Supreme Enterprise. There's people walking in and out in suits and ties or causal wear. For a fake business, it sure was booming in here.
I walk over to the receptionist who's behind the oval shaped desk. I place my hands on top of the marble counter and ding the small silver bell sitting on top of the counter, though the desk is only separating us by three feet.
She looks up at me with the bluest set of eyes, I'd ever seen. I preferred the green eyes over the blue, might've been a subconscious bias towards Angel, but it didn't look bad on the blonde haired European. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.
"Yes, how may I help you?" She says, straight faced.
"I'm here to see somebody."
"Who?"
"Capri."
She starts typing something on the computer. "What's your name?"
"Money, baby." I lick my lips. I didn't want her, but there was no harm in flirting.
"It's Jessica."
"Jessica, then."
"Yes, Capri is waiting for you. Seventh floor, last door at the end of the hall."
I wink at her and notice her trying to hide her blush. I walk off and follow her directions getting on the elevator. I walk down the end of the hall and see Capri and a few other men seated around a oval shaped table. I walk in and all talking ceases.
Capri stands from the head of the table, arms out and a smile like he's introducing the president. "Everyone, this is Benjamin Carter a.k.a Money."
I looked around the room and gave head nods to everybody. I was introduced to a John, Patrick and Michael.
Patrick sort of looked mixed, black an white maybe. He seemed like when he wasn't in the office he spent his free time being a traditional rasta. He had a scruffy unkept beard and long matted dreads he had wrapped up carelessly on his head.
