Page 62 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I thought that girl was my friend, and it turned out that she wasn’t. She put me in a position that could have caused me to lose my life. While I worried about both of our lives, she was only focused on her own, which was so messed up.

“I wouldn’t know… we kind of fell out.”

“Hmm, girls’ trips will do that to you. Let me tell you this, you were better off without her. She was jealous of you, and you may have not seen it, but everyone around you did.”

“How? She was the one with money and all the designer clothes… how could she ever be jealous of me?”

“Baby, money cannot buy the kind of person you are. Stevie, I know I give you mess for being so forgetful, so forgiving, and kind… but you are a light, honey. There are women wanting to be their true selves, and you are that unapologetically.”

I smiled. “Maybe I am too much for people.”

“Nope, you are just enough and the light everyone needs. Life is hard, and we need that light and person to remind us not to take ourselves too seriously… you are that person, my baby. When you get some time, come visit me so you can really tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“Okay… Thanks, Cindy.”

I ended my call and stretched before going back inside my room. My stomach growled, and that’s when I realized I hadn’t eaten anything. Menace was home, so I knew he would be somewhere downstairs.

Quickly checking myself over, I went downstairs in search for something to eat. Soon as I got downstairs, I saw him in the living room with his leg crossed at the ankle, with an iPad in his hand.

“Good afternoon, Wonder.”

I looked at him, then went into the kitchen. “Asshole,” I mumbled, and continued into the fridge to find something to eat.

“Lose that attitude before the wedding, baby!” he called behind me, which caused me to abort the mission to fill my stomach and go back into the living room.

“What do you mean before the wedding? I don’t even want to marry you… you’re forcing me to marry you.” I looked at Menace, as he continued to carelessly scroll on Greene’s iPad.

“Periwinkle… I’m thinking ivory and navy blue for the colors… shit sexy together. Ivory is her color, ‘cause I know my new bride is a virgin. She ain’t been popping that pussy for nobody.” He raised his eyebrow at me.

“You’re crazy… I am not having a wedding with people I don’t know and a man I don’t even like… nut job.”

He chuckled, as he swiped on the iPad. “‘We Belong Together’ by Mariah Carey as our first dance.” I watched as he leaned forward, licking his thick pink lips. “You see that empty spot over that fireplace… our wedding portrait will hang there, and yo sexy ass better fucking smile… now, where do you wanna honeymoon, sour pus?”

“I’m leaving.” I needed to get the hell from under this roof with him and I didn’t care where I went, as long as I was away from Maverick Caselli. I went to stomp out the room and bumped into Duke.

“Take the jet and go wherever you wanna go… I know how and where to find you, Wonder.” He winked at me. “Yeah, ivory and blue… make sure my fitting is scheduled, and that nigga don’t have people in the spot when I come.”

“Ughhh! I’m not going on the jet… I’m going… I don’t know… to the mall to sit and people watch.”

Menace snapped his fingers and Duke pulled out a metal black card. “Go people watch and take your anger out on that card, baby… dinner is at nine.”

He swiftly handed the iPad back to Greene, who bypassed me on her way leaving the living room. “Enjoy.”

I stared at him feeling heat all over my body because he was so nonchalant about it. No apologies for the way he spoke to me, and then planning a wedding like we were on good terms. Menace probably never had to apologize to anyone because he wasn’t the type. People just accepted that because of who he was.

Not me.

I snatched the card from Duke and stomped past him to the garage. “Mrs. C, where you going?” he called behind me, but I was on a mission.

Soon as I entered the garage, the men smiled and greeted me. “How can we help you, Mrs. C?”

“Stevie, my name is Stevie,” I blurted.

Mrs. C this, Mrs. C that and I wasn’t even married to this man. “Stevie, what can I help you with?”

“A car… not one where I have to shuffle the stick around to drive.”

“Can you even drive?”

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