Chapter 11

Marshall POV

I stalked after Royce and Denaun as we walked through the club, they had taken upon themselves to throw Monica a divorce party.

Everyone with meaning to Monica responded and had turned up which was great.

These people were there to celebrate with Monica, this new stage of life.

I have to admit that while I hate this kind of stuff, I'm happy to see how much people are showing their support for Monica.

She is really appreciated.

And watching her other the last few weeks, I think she's doing pretty well, she got her life back on track pretty quickly.

I also noted as I looked around, impressed and thought to myself, if Royce wasn't a rapper, he could have easily become a party planner.

He has the extravagance that it takes, the man is exuberant.

I mean, we only have to think of his throne, which also serves as his office chair.

That fucking throne.

I got dragged along even though I said I was busy, but nobody believed me.

"I'm really not in the mood, I don't know why you guys dragged me to some stupid divide themed party-"

"Hi boys"

As if the room sucked the life out of me, the dark-haired woman with a slicked-back high ponytail, who had taken my sleep, appeared in front of me as some tortuous remix of Candy Shop boomed over the speakers.

My jaw hit the floor.

"Leila!" Denaun said with enthusiasm "Thanks for finishing the planning with Laura, appreciated it"

Leila was standing in front of us, in a black dress that was so tight it was almost like a second skin, that was dipped down low between her breasts, showing full cleavage, almost as if nothing but gravity was holding it in place, finishing off in a pair of pumps, I would gladly let her walk over my ballsack in, if it meant I would see her naked.

"No problem! I was more than happy to help"

I was fucked up.

I would raw dog her, and let her have my babies.

Fucking get a grip Marshall.

"Marshall, I didn't think you would make it" She said, a smile tugging at the corners of her plump red lips.

What.

Wait.

She's talking to me without attitude?

"I.. Y-Yeah... Sure-"

Suddenly, I had forgotten the entire fucking dictionary.

"Ta... Ta... today Marshall, what's wrong brother?" Royce said with a grin, mocking my sudden stutter.

"Nothing, fuck" I looked back to Leila, who stared at me expectantly, then leaned in, running her finger down the collar of my leather jacket hood, slightly touching my skin, then tugging on the front to straighten it, licking her lips.

"We'll catch up later"

I bit my lip involuntary.

"Do me a favor superman, and try to have some fun?"

And then she turned and left just like that, hips swaying as she walked, the bottom of her short dress clinging to her ass, lifting just enough to leave everything to my imagination which was dangerous at this point.

"Bro, you alright?"

I started breathing again.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"I don't know but I'm pretty sure yor souk just left your entire body" Denaun said letting out a cackle.

I ran my hand over my face.

I don't understand where the fuck my backbone went, I'm acting like a teenage girl with a fucking crush.

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Playing with the glass of red bull as I sat back alone, watching the crowd around me having fun.

"You got some glitter on you Superman"

I turn, eyes running up a familiar body, landing on her face, which was set with a rumored smirk.

"Yeah, thanks for that, shit doesn't come out-"

She sat on the sofa next to me, almost making me lose all consciousness as the scent of vanilla and jasmine hit my senses.

"Got your last package" she said, pushing her hair over her shoulder, resting her chin on her hand, cleavage screaming at me to stare "Impressive"

I snapped out of my trance and smirked at myself, pleased with her statement, and let out a chuckle.

"I figure since you're rejecting me still, you're the type of woman that would go fuck herself, literally"

"I enjoyed it actually, it's the gift that kept on giving" She deadpanned "Multiple times"

My blood ran hot.

She leaned in closer, I could feel the heat of her body.

"Well, I-" I said, my sudden bout of confidence leaving my body "Pleasures all yours I... I guess"

She smiled a wicked smile and ran her finger up my thigh, towards my chest, stopping at my neck, sending a chill up my spine, the all too familiar warmth of lust spreading through my body, instantly making me stand at attention, and I let out an involuntary groan.

"Wha... What are you doing?..." I said, tone low and husky almost unfamiliar to me as I didn't even feel in control of my own body.

She looked at me, expression replaced by an innocent smile as she pulled her fingers back, showing me a piece of glitter, shaking it off.

"You had some glitter on you"

"You're killing me here, please come home with me"

The words fell out of my mouth, surprising me completely.

She nonchalantly shrugged, picking up the cherry from her drink, licking her lips then placing it slowly in her mouth, pulling the stem out tied, and dropping it in her empty glass.

I swallowed hard as I watched as she stared at me intensely, waiting for her to answer me.

Once again leaning in inches from me, picking up my drink, taking a sip of it then holding it up to my lips, letting me drink from it.

"Let me think about it, Superman"

And then she drank the rest of my drink, stood up, and left without another word or glance my way.

I might a well have had my dick in my hand at this point, just sitting there, hard as fuck, jaw hanging like a fucking moron, watching her walk away.

I shook my head, clearing out the foggy lust feeling.

I was definitely beginning to feel crazy because every time I came across her, I felt like I was losing my fucking mind after she left.

And could I find the bitch again that night?

Of course I fucking couldn't.

She left me hanging.

She left me mind fucked.

So eventually I gave up looking for her like some pathetic deluded creep, and went home alone, to lick my wounds, again.

And jacked my dick off over the mental image of her bending over in front of me that I had burned into my memory until I was unconscious.