Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (20 page)

"Where the fuck you think you going?"

"Away from you and this dark cloud you got hanging
over your head."

"No the fuck you ain't. You staying right here." Supreme
clutched my face and stuck his tongue down my throat.
He then lifted me up and sat me down on the white
grand piano and ripped my panties off.

"You sure you want this pussy?" I murmured in his ear
softly but clearly.

"You know I do," Supreme growled as he tore off my blouse
and ravaged my neck. I smiled behind his back as he hands
dug into my scalp, pulling on my hair. There was nothing more
passionate than an angry fuck.

"Who the fuck is blowing my phone up?" I moaned, still
half asleep. I put the pillow over my head hoping it would
silence the noise but the ringing continued. "Supreme, turn
my phone off, please." Within thirty seconds my cell was
right back to the same shit and I got no response from
Supreme. I tossed the pillow off the bed and sat up looking
around. Supreme was nowhere in sight and my phone was
steady going off.

"I knew I shoulda left this shit downstairs last night," I
said, getting out of bed to see who the stalker was on my
line. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I answered.

"What took you so long to answer the damn phone?
You bet not be laid up with Supreme."

I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it, and then made sure the digits were correct across my
screen before I responded. The nigga was still popping
off at the mouth, and I walked over to the door to make
sure Supreme wasn't lurking around anywhere. "Devon,
why in the hell would you be blowing up my phone? You
know Supreme could've easily looked at this shit and saw
your number."

"Fuck that nigga! I don't work for him no more. Why
would I care."

"You need to care. If he finds out we got dealings, our
whole cover will be blown, you fuckin' idiot."

"Chill with the name calling. What time are you meeting
me at the hotel?" Devon questioned, jumping to the next
subject. "I already told my baby moms that I was working
the all night shift and wouldn't be home, so we can spend
the whole night together."

"Is that why you're blowing up my phone, not for no
emergency shit but to see what time I'll be at the hotel?"

"Running up in some new, prime pussy is an emergency
in my book. So what time should I be expecting you?"

"Listen Devon..."

"Un un, I don't want to hear none of that shit. Save the
excuses. We have an understanding, one that I warned
you not to back out of."

"Ain't nobody giving you excuses or backing out of shit."

"Then what were you about to say?"

"I was going to ask if you can get a room at another hotel."

"What's wrong with the place we have?"

"Supreme made a comment, and to be on the safe side,
I think we should get a room somewhere else."

"What type of comment?"

"Devon, can you stop drilling me? Do you want to hook
up tonight or not?"

"Of course. So what, I'll get the room and you'll
reimburse me when I see you?"

"Yeah, I'll reimburse you." I couldn't believe this cheap
motherfucker wanted some ass and wanted me to pay for
him to get it.

"Cool. I'll call you later on with the hotel and room number."

"Can't wait." I shut my cell and tossed it on the bed.
The thought of fuckin' that nigga had me ready to puke.
How could I go from getting twisted out by super sexy
Supreme to getting squashed by Devon?

"What has you in such deep thought?" Supreme asked,
walking into the bedroom catching me off guard.

"Waking up seeing you were gone and wondering
where you went."

"I got up early and went in my office to catch up on
some work."

"I thought maybe we were back to square one and you
were avoiding me again."

"No, I understand your position on the situation. Precious
left me, not the other way around. It's time for me to stop
stressing over shit I have no control over."

"What does that mean for us?"

`2 do have feelings for you, but I can't make you any promises."

"Can you at least promise to give us a chance?"

"A chance to what, be in a serious relationship?"

"What, is that so hard to imagine happening?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Maya. You're
young and vulnerable. You went through all that bullshit
with Clip, then you and Precious were close and I know her leaving has fucked you up, not to mention having
someone like Mike for a brother. I don't want you to
depend on me emotionally and I let you down too."

"I'm not worried about that."

"You should be. With Precious leaving, besides my love for
Aaliyah, I don't think I have anything left to give."

"You say that now, but time heals all wounds. After
Clip broke my heart I thought I was done with love until
I fell for you, so it is possible."

"With youth brings optimism, but unlike you, I'm not a
teenager anymore. It seems the more time passes the more
enraged I become. You have too much ahead of you to
become seriously wrapped up with me."

"Supreme, stop speaking for what I want and need. All
I ask is that you give us a chance, nothing more nothing
less. I'm not putting any guidelines or stipulations on our
relationship. I just want to give us a try. Will you do than"

"Yeah, we can do that."

"I'm going to make you so happy, you'll forget about
all the pain in the past. I promise you," I said, wrapping
my arms around Supreme's neck and embracing his lips
with a wet kiss. Months ago I made up my mind that
Supreme would be mine and there was no denying me.
Only obstacle left was to take care of one last bump in
the road, and its name was Devon.

After sealing the deal with Supreme I left out the house to
get all the materials I needed for my evening with Devon. I
spent all afternoon meticulously planning my shit out to go
off without a hitch. As I was going over the operation in my head I heard my cell phone ringing. I eyed the caller ID and
it was my nemesis.

"Hey, Devon, what's going on?"

"I was calling to give you the hotel information. I got us
an official bungalow at The Beverly Hills Hotel."

"I bet that cost a pretty penny."

"Yeah, but since you footing the bill and money don't
seem to be nothing but a thang to you, I went all out."

"How considerate, but I have to admit I'm getting very
excited about being with you tonight."

`I bet. After you got a feel on how my dick hanging
down there, you dying to throw that pussy on me. That
shit better be tight too. You better not have given Supreme
none. I'll be able to tell if you did."

"I got you, baby. This will be one night you'll never forget."

"Cool. I'll see you soon."

I parked my car across the street, clutching my purse
tightly as I sprinted towards the hotel. I spotted Devon's
car in the parking lot and knew he was probably in the
room rubbing his thumb-sized penis, imagining all the
different positions he would fuck me in. When I knocked
on the door Devon answered so quickly you would've
thought he had been posted right beside the doorknob.

"What took you so long? I was about to start blowing
up your cell."

"No need, I'm here now," I said, scooting past the wannabe
cock blocker.

"What's all that you got in your hands?" Devon questioned
at the Sephora bag I was carrying.

"Bath and body products. I wanted to spoil you with a hot bath, washing you from head to toe before we did
the nasty."

"That sounds sexy."

"It is. I even have scented candles so you can be
completely relaxed." I began taking out the candles
and placing them on the table. "Did you order some
champagne?" I asked not seeing any.

"It should be here any minute," Devon stated right as
someone knocked at the door.

'You get the door, Devon, and I'll be in the bathroom setting
up the candles." Devon didn't move and I wondered what he
was waiting for. "What's the problem?"

"I need some money," he said, putting his hand out.

"Oh, stupid me. Here, this should cover it." I whipped
out several hundred dollar bills and slapped them in his
sweaty palms. While Devon was grinning, I hurried my ass
in the bathroom not wanting to be seen by the waiter.

After I set up the candles I turned on the faucet in the
Jacuzzi tub and poured in some L'Occitane foaming bath
and oil. I heard the door shut and came out to the room
and saw Devon holding two glasses.

"Here you go, baby. The waiter already poured it for
us," Devon said, handing me my glass.

"Thank you, but go and check on the bath and make
sure the water temperature is just right for you."

"Let me do that. Can't take any chances of that water
burning my pretty skin," he said, rubbing his ashy arm.
"Hold this for me." Devon handed me his glass.

"Of course. I'll be right here waiting for you." The
second Devon was out of view, I opened my purse and
poured the strong sedative in his glass of champagne. I added extra since Devon was a big motherfucker. I used
my finger to stir it in quickly. "How's that bath coming?" I
yelled, making sure Devon didn't pop out of the bathroom
surprising me.

"I'm good. Come on in and bring the champagne." When
I got in the bathroom, Devon had already stripped out of
his clothes and squeezed his big ass in the Jacuzzi.

"You looking mighty comfortable," I commented in a
flirty tone.

"I am. But, umm, I don't think there is enough room for
you to get in too."

"Don't worry, this is simply for your enjoyment. I'll get
my pleasure by making you feel good."

"Maya, you my kind of woman. You pay for everything,
wanna nigga to feel good, and you sexy as shit. I see our
relationship lasting for a very long time."

"Me too. Now here, drink up." I handed Devon his glass.
"But first a toast to the beginning of both of our futures."

"That's right." Devon gulped down his drink in one
gulp. "Pour me some more, baby."

"Would love to, but before I do that, let me turn on
some music."

"You making this real romantic."

"Oh fuck, I forgot the bottle in the bedroom. I'll be
right back."

"Hurry up. I don't want your fine ass out of my sight."

I grabbed Devon's glass and happily refilled it and
added some more of the sedative. I needed for him to
be as relaxed as possible. Halfway asleep would be the
easiest for me. "Here you go, baby. I hope I didn't keep
you waiting too long."

"I'm good, but I want you to stand over there and strip for
me. Grind to this music, get a nigga extra hard."

I damn sure didn't want Devon to have the pleasure of
seeing me in the flesh, but I did need to stall so the sedatives
could kick in. "You got it, you sexy black motherfucker." I
stood a few feet from Devon and slowly began taking off
one article of clothing at a time.

"Move them hips like Beyonce be doing when she
grinding on stage," he directed, as if he was paying me
Beyonce type money when this nigga wasn't kicking out
loot for nada.

It had taken me over fifteen minutes to unbutton my silk
blouse and the sedatives hadn't made a dent in Devon. I
moved on to my crisp white pants, unzipping them just
as slowly. Soon I found myself standing in my white lace
bra and panties, slithering my body. Right when I was
about to unclip my bra, I finally got some much needed
indication that the shit was hitting home.

"What's wrong, Devon?" He was rubbing his eyes and
bubbles were sliding down his face.

"I'm okay," he said, trying to shake off the drowsiness."

"Let me rub your shoulders, give you a little massage so
you can feel real good."

"No need, I'm straight."

"Stop it. I want to make my man feel good." I went
behind Devon and cemented my hands on his shoulders
before he could protest any further. I felt his muscles
getting weaker and his body wanting to collapse. "How
does that feel?"