24. Undeniable

Harmony's P.O.V.

The white boy's pale blue eyes are on me, intense as ever, and I can literally feel his gaze scanning up and down my flesh, lingering on every curve, making me to unconsciously bite my lip.

It's like he's undressing me with his eyes, only...

I'm already butt ass naked.

Laid out across from him over the satin sheets covering the large King Sized bed, one of my hands propping up my head with my long jet black hair cascading down my bare shoulders ok waves.

While Marshall is fully dressed in one of his usual huge white t-shirts and a pair of grey sweats with the metal dog tag chain danglling from his neck. Fare light-brown eyebrows scrunched together as he regards me, the same exact notepad I stole from him before laying comfortably in his lap, his left hand suspended over it with a pen clutched lazily in between his forefinger and thumb.

Sat all manspread at the head of the bed and leaning against the headboard, his eyes still trained on me, Em huffs out, "Yo, Harmony. You mind putting some fucking clothes on?" He asks, a combination of lust and frustration clear on his handsome face, a look I literally LOVE to see on any man.

"Does it bother you, Em? Cause you've never minded before," I say sweetly. The word roll off of my lips lazily, and I make no effort to actually move.

Something about knowing I can break him so easily giving me an incredible rush.

The white boy being no exception.

And to think that he and I were supposed to be on a break before. Like, we weren't supposed to have any sort of contact with each other, not interact with each other.

Which was literally his idea, not mine. But still, I accepted it.

Simply because I don't chase after no man.

Like... if a guy tells me it's over then it's over, I won't cry or beg a dude to continue to be wanting to keep seeing him. For what??

Guys been lining up just to spend one night with me, Harmony Jones.

Simply because I AM in fact THAT bitch, so nigga, what??

You had wanted to dump me for which reason and for whooooo??

Just what I thought, so shut the fuck up.

This girl right here? This bitch, Harmony Jones? I'm simply undeniable. Therefore, you best step correct or not step at all.

"Why I gotta get dressed for, my naked body bothers you or something, Em?" I ask sweetly, somewhat stretching my limbs out, his blue eyes locking onto my brown ones once more as the white boy nervously licks his lips, the determined look etched upon his handsome face downplaying his insecurities somewhat.

"As a matter of fact, it does. You are a distraction, baby girl. And I've got to get done with this track here so that when i see Dre in the booth tomorrow, I actually have the material to rap to him, aight? Before that dude tries to chop my balls off  for always being behind schedule and shit. But you already knew that, ain't you, rhinestone?" He's quick to fire back then, his voice smooth and controlled once he asks me the question.

Even if his eyes continue to roam all over my body, sending all kinds of unwanted chills everywhere.

I roll my own eyes at him though. He should already be all over me as far as I'm concerned, not scribble down no damn song lyrics in that notebook of his. Gonna fuck around and make me steal that shit again from him and hide it, and I might not be noble to give it back to him this time.

"A real diamond, Marshall. I been told you that. I'm not like... any of them tiny bopper hoes you keep on rotation on your roaster," I state, playing with the ends of my long hair styled in soft waves.

"Ah, my bad, sweetheart," Marshall smirks, a sort of mocking expression on his face.

"It better be," I give him a pointed loom earning me a light chuckle in response.  Marshall gives my body one more appraising look before burying his nose right back onto his damn lyric sheets.

How dare he??

I literally don't even know what I'm doing messing around with the white boy again anyhow. I've already decided to bail on my deal with The Organization anyways, and I been got bored with my beef with him a long time ago, so there's actually absolutely no reason for me to still be around him.

And yet, here I am, and the nigga is straight ignoring me?!

Like... the audacity of him!!

Slowly raising my leg, I press my foot into his chest, dragging it down, my perfectly pedicures toes sliding over the loose fabric of his whote shirt, all the way until I reach the string of his grey sweats, tugging on it.

Only for the bleach-blonde dude to look up at me from that damn notebook with his squinted blue eyes, and he actually has the nerve to look slightly annoyed with me.

"Harmony," he states my name firmly, and I roll my eyes at him once more. A bitch is horny, but all this asshole wants to do is write song?!

"Yes, Marshall?"

"Let me get this done. Then imma handle you real good. That's my word, aight?"

"I guess so," I pout and withdraw my foot, but the thing is, there's like this impatience that fills me, and I don't appreciate the fact that he isn't paying attention to me. Not how I want him to.

Motherfucker's been getting way too comfortable lately as far as I'm concerned.

So after a few minutes of giving him space, I'm right back to bothering him. All of a sudden wanting to tease him until he gives in and gives me what I want.

Crawling up and settling myself in his lap, I straddle him, snatching the notepad from his hands and tossing it onto the bed next to us.

Marshall scratches at the back of his blonde head then and stares at me.

"You know you pissing me off now, correct?" He asks me calmly, a blank look on his face.

"I know," a short giggle escapes past my lips as I circle my arms around his neck, leaning in, bare boobs pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening after rubbing against the rough fabric of his shirt. Whispering in his ear, I play with the small silver hoop earrring in it, knowing damn well that I'm annoying him right now, but I love it.

"Aight then. Imma entertain your crazy annoying ass, girl," Marshall huffs out then, all of a sudden snatching me up and throwing me onto my back on the bed. He gets on top of me and pins me.

Grabbing onto my wrists and holding them in place over the top of my head as he smirks. Marshall's tongue then darts out, quickly wetting his bottom lip, his blue eyes still locked onto my brown ones.

"This what you want, ain't it right, Harmony?" He asks me, his free hand easily making it's way down my body and palming my kitty like it's nothing.

A very short-lived gasp and a choked moan escaping their way past my lips then, but I quickly pull it together and suppress those.

Cause who this nigga think he is?!

Marshall frowns, his pale brown eyebrows pulling together in a stark contrast with that bleached-blinde hair as he regards me for a second or two.

"Fuck, baby," his face twists then, and the expression on it is absolutely obvious then.

It's pure lust.

A look I've seen on so many other men before while he continues to work his fingers in my kitty.

"How you so wet already?" Marshall groans, his hand as nimble as ever while i just bite my lip in sweet frustration.

His cold blue eyes meeting my brown ones once more.

"I barely even touched you," he muses again, then the realization spreads upon his slightly freckled handsome face like wildfire. "You like this shit, don't you, girl? It turns you on making me angry or some shit?"

"Maybe," forcing a giggle out, I squirm underneath him while he continues to work me with his fingers.

"Fuck," Marshall groans out then, his tone a mixture of both amusement and anger.

I arch my back against him then, quiet suppressed moans escaping lips as he rubs my clit while looking me directly in the eyes.

"You like this shit," he concludes, "You enjoy driving me nuts like this. Seeing me act all fucked in the head? It makes you feel good, don't it?"

"That's a possibility "

"Of course it does. Cause you are an insane goddamn broad, ain't you, rhinestone? Something is wrong with ya crazy ass for real."

We both stare at each other just as Em chuckles.

He slides two of his fingers easily in between my tight but wet folds, palming my kitty.  His thumb continuing to rub against my clit.

I bite my lip again, looking up onto his eyes which he slightly squints.

"You do fucking like it, you bitch. Making me angry that is. You think that shit's fun?" Marshall whispers into my ear, his fingers continuing to work me while I whimper.

My eyes never leaving his, I moan, "Yes."

Causing for his eyebrows to pull even closer together as he continues to thrust against my g-spot brutally, his fingers curling inside me and giving me absolutely no mercy.

Marshall lowers his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his lips lazily working their way up to my ear but leaving a burning train beneath them that causes me to squirm underneath him a little bit while he's keeping me pinned. As much as I love to talk shit to this nigga, and let's face it? I always win when I do, a part of me enjoys being dominated by him in the bed. Just something about a dude being able to take control like that, and I'm the one that's orchestrated it in the first place

It's fun.

"You may think it's for your own benefit to make me lose your mind over you, but it ain't good for you, Harmony. Last thing you want is for me to get all crazy and obsessed," his warm breath tickling my lobe, Marshall then plants a quick but passionate kiss against the side of my jaw, his fingers gently copping my chin. Right before his mouth goes right back to attacking the tender skin on my throat as though the boy is a damn vampire or something.

The fingers of his other hand continuing to work me relentlessly the whole time, causing me to pant a little bit into his ear.

I move, attempting to free my wrists from his grasp in order to grab my fingernails down his back, slap him across the cheek, caress down his pale freckled face, something...

But I'm unable to cause his grip only tightens against my wrists even more, just as he continues to brutally thrust against my spot.

"What would you do if you got real crazy about a girl, Em? Would you slit my throat and throw me in the trunk of your car?" I ask him, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper, and my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head.

The white boy pauses then, and I can feel the tension practically rolling off of him then when he clenches his jaw, hovering over me.

"Fuck is wrong with you, yo? Why would you even think.."

"Would you??"

"Fuck no."

"Then what would you do instead?" I ask him sweetly, staring up at him all innocent like, and he just continues to pump in and out of me with his fingers like there's no tomorrow.

Causing me to throw my head back against the silky sheets draped across the bed.

"Trust me when I tell you, rhinestone. You ain't never wanna find out what imma do if I was actually obsessed with a chick, aight?"

"I guess so... Fuck, Em. Right there!!"

"That's what you like, huh?"

"Yesssss!!"

"I'm sorry, baby. But if I was to choke ya ass out and slit ya throat and threw you in the trunk of my Escalade.. that shit might actually be a better option for you if I get all nuts about you and truly lose my shit, aight? You'd get off easy then, you know what I'm saying?"

"Not really."

A crooked smirk crosses his freckled face.

Marshall gives me a quick kiss on the lips which eventually turns into something much more rough and passionate like. He withdraws his hand from me just as I was about to come, and he's got that same infuriating smirk on his face once my eyes fly wide open.

"Hold that thought, aight?" he's quick to inform me, right before...

Going to sit all manspread like with his back leaning on the headboard of the bed and picking back up that stupid notepad?!

"You can't be serious right now," I breathe out, the roll of my eyes and the sweetness in my voice masking both my annoyance with this man and my anger with him.

If there is one thing you don't do to me, that's rob me from pleasure.

Hearing another chuckle from him, I reach towards the bedside table and look inside once I've pulled one of the shelves back. Seeing a wrapped lollipop and a pre-rolled blunt inside, initially reaching for the jawbreaker, but then somehow settling on the joint instead.

"Don't worry, baby. Imma take care of you later. Once I finish working on this here track that is," Marshall says evilly, his attention totally shifting right back to his scribblings.

I take a really long pull on that joint then, allowing for the weed to fully penetrate my lungs. I'm still super annoyed with the fact that he had the nerve to like, play me how he just did, but the effects of the drug quickly mellow it all out, making me to not even care.

Instead, I just watch him work.

Marshall's fair brown brows pulling together once more while his lips appear to be mouthing whichever lyrics he's putting down on paper, his free hand gesturing as he silently raps to himself.

And he's truly dedicated to his craft, so much so, that even a bad ass bitch like myself couldn't distract him from it fully.

So much for The Organization believing they could ever use anybody, even a bad bitch like myself to ruin him, huh?

I guess it simply can't be done.

"You high, baby?" Em all of a sudden asks me, looking up from that stupid notebook of his, his pale blue eyes lazily gliding over my naked body as I scoot closer to him once more.

"Yeah," I reply back, my voice coming out in somewhat of a slur, as I'm more used to the alcohol than weed.

Marshall for whatever reason smirks down at me, and he cups my jaw in his hand, leaning down and kissing my lips before going right back to his writings.

"What's so funny, nigga?"

"Not a damn thing. But yo, I've been meaning to ask you something. In a week or so, it's my birthday, and Dre and the label are insisting on making the shit a huge affair for some reason. Even though I said shit was just a regular day for me, you know what I'm saying? But there's still gonna be a sort of party thrown at an LA club, so if you and ya girls wanted to roll through, I'd be cool with that and.."

"Why would I want to do that?" I then blurt out before I could even stop myself. Looking around the room, I spot my clothes, a long cleaved cropped top and a pair of black tights which I'm quick to snatch from the bed. "I'm not trying to hang with you like that, Em, and you know that shit too," I state to him smiling sweetly once I begin to dress myself.

The white boy then studying me like I'm crazy.

"Yo, fuck you even on about?" He scratches the back of his stupid blonde head again, setting his notepad aside.

"I'm not your fucking girlfriend, Marshall!! So don't ask me to show up for you on no personal shit like that," I'm quick to reply back, tossing my long hair over my shoulder while continuing to dress myself.

"Yooooo, you fucking for real right now, rhinestone? Cause you gotta be shitting me. All I said was roll through for the stupid party. I ain't say marry me."

The both of us stare at each other for a few seconds then. Before I roll my eyes at him and slip my feet into a pair of white tennis shoes, turning back towards him, Em's laughter taunting me from behind.

"Well imma be goddamned. You for real thought me asking you to come through for the party had meant some shit like that? You gotta be outta your goddamn rabbit ass mind. All I said was let's have a good time like we always do, aight? But ya crazy ass took it the wrong way just like a typical female would. Yo, I swear to God, and I put that on everything. I would never want nothing more than a booty call from a slut like you anyhow, so don't even flatter yourself, bitch. Fuck you thought it was?"

"Nothing, nigga," Looking around the hotel room for my handbag, I snatchbit up as soon as I spot it.

Em continues to chuckle like a dumbass dude that he is on my behalf.

"Listen here, Harmony. If you fucked around and caught feelings for a motherfucker, that's flattering and all, but I ain't with it, you know what I'm saying?"

As soon as he says the words, I'm quick to walk up to him, hovering over his stupid ass sat on that bed.

"What you just say to me, white boy? You think I," pointing at my boobs, "had caught feelings for YOU?!" pointing at his chest, before smiling sweetly. "You fucking wish, Em. But you are the one that keeps on popping up on me even after I clearly told you i wasn't interested. You the one that fucking haunted me down, like a damn stalker, might I add, after you tried asking me out and I said no!! So, if anything, nigga? YOU are the one that has feelings for ME. I could give a shit less though. I just want that dick!!"

The last line, I practically spit out in his face, right before dramatically turning around and marching towards the front door.

Marshall grabs my wrist though, spinning my around as he jumps onto his feet and stands towering over me.

Weird ass and completely unnecessary tension palpable between us as he squints those angry blue eyes at me.

"Let me tell you something, Harmony. I ain't never gonna catch no type of feeling for a worthless ass slut like you. Matter of fact, bitches like you disgust me," he states, his left hand shooting up and gripping at my jaw, tilting face up and forcing me to look at him before he abruptly let's go of me.

"Well, the feeling is mutual. All a dumbass dude like you is good for is a piece of dick, like I just said" I say back to him sweetly, right before pushing his hand away and continuing to march towards the front door.

Marshall catches up to me though, his arm wrapping around my torso, right before making it's way down. His fingers easily slip past the waistband of my pants and panties and ghost over my clit and I turn back around to face him, my angry brown eyes meeting his emotionless blue ones. Em then nervously licks his lips before he nods.

"You DO fucking enjoy pissing me off, don't you, girl? Fuck is wrong with you for real?"

"You like this shit though. So fuck is wrong with YOU?"

Wrapping my hand around the back of his stupid bleach-blonde head, I bring his face down to my level, but he beats me to it, smashing his lips to mine roughly and almost catching me off guard, but not quite. Mirroring how he was just about to do me, I slip my hand into his pants and quickly find his already hard dick, my fingers easily wrapping around it's shaft and beginning to pump him. We make out for a few seconds before I tear my lips apart from his and just look up at him. Marshall smashes his teeth into his bottom lip briefly as he brings me closer to him then, his hand resting at the small of my back. He lowers his head onto the side of my neck, his warm breath grazing my skin there, and one thing is clear. We might not stand each other, but when it comes to just pure sexual need between us, it's always there. No matter what.

I'm annoyed that he had the nerve to say I had actual feelings for him though. Cause I don't.

"You almost there?" I ask him evilly, even though I don't have to.

Just from the way his breathing intensifies against my skin, the way his rough hands grip onto my waist, an angry "fuck" escaping past his lips as he presses his mouth into my neck, not to mention the way he begins to pulse in between my grip... it tells me all that I needed to know.

And revenge is a bitch.

"That's too bad," I whisper into Marshall's ear right before releasing my hold on his cock and swiftly making my way out of the door...

*

"You. Like. Him," Ash states to me, and she sounds almost triumphant like for some reason. Her and my baby sis both say at the mini bar at our hotel room across from me.

"I don't," I reply back almoat instantly, unwrapping a strawberry lollipop absent-mindedly while Ash fixes a monitor for all three of us to share.

"Don't add so much Tequila in mine," Serenity is quick to stop her, and the white girl rolls her eyes, but respects her wish, pouring the rest of the hard liquor in my glass instead.

"If you don't like the guy, then why do you keep on breaking your own rule with him and continue to see him?" She asks me slyly. "Didn't you always say you were about them one night stands, not no seeing a dude on a regular bullshit?"

Serenity rolls her eyes and sips her watered down drink before adding, "I'm glad that you say you don't like him, Mony. That man is no good for you anyways. He's like so rough around the edges and so disgusting," she wrinkles her nose.

"Bitch please. Like your sis ain't rough around the edges and disgusting her damn self. The two of them are a match made in either heaven or hell. Regardless where exactly, that shit is undeniable," shrugging her shoulders, Ash takes a sip of her own cocktail she just mixed up, tasting it.

"The only reason you are even so gung-ho about Harmony dating that dude is cause you are now hooking up with that other one from his group, what's his name, Kuniva? You must want all four of you to go on pathetic ass double dates together," Kayla pipes out, waltzing in the room with her own drink in her hand. "Frankly, I think the only reason this bitch here even cozied up to the white dude in the first place was for a publicity stunt reasons. We all know Harmony can't actually like anybody, she ain't capable of human feelings. Girl is like... emotionally retarded or something."

"Fuck you, Kay!! Don't even say something like that, it's messed up!!" The fact that Serenity even cussed just now clearly showing me the fact that she actually cares and baby sis has my back as always.

Ashley then begins to rip into Kayla's hating ass as well, but I'm hardly paying attention to their bickering at all.

Staring down at my phone screen, where there's two text messages.

One from the white boy and it reads:

YO, MY BAD ABOUT EARLIER. THAT WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO SAY, RHINESTONE? I AIN'T EVEN SAY SHIT WRONG TO YOUR CRAZY ASS, BUT WHATEVER. STILL ROLLING THROUGH OR NAH?

And then the other text from my former... employer so to speak, pretty much sounding like a broken record at this point.

STILL DRAGGING YOUR FEET, HARMONY?