First Queen II

CHAPTER TWO

"Maliah," Montreal's voice cut through the silence.

I ignored him, removing my towel from my damp hair. It fell in my face and I pushed it back before turning around. He stood in the doorway with his head resting on the hinges. Slowly, I looked him up and down then grabbed my clothes.

His brown eyes roamed my slim body as I stepped into my underwear. Next came my bra and by then I spotted his erection growing. If I could just make him forget why we were not speaking, then maybe just maybe he would leave me alone about it. My seduction seemed to stop working after a while of so much of my teasing.

"Yes?"

"Are you ready to talk?" His tone was serene.

I rubbed my body down in lotion before beginning to put my toiletries back in their place. Montreal had grew aggravated, finally grabbing me by arm as I walked past. He tried to pull me into him but I drew back, to which he quickly let go and I went crashing onto the floor.

"You stupid motherfucker, that's the first and last time you ever put your hands on me!"

My eyes darted back and forth over my phone screen as I rapidly texted Lai. Montreal had by then walked in and was cursing at me. "That was all your fault! I didn't mean to let you go."

"Shut up talking to me! Get out of my house and go find someone who wants to hear that. You're not about to come in my room demanding me to talk about last night."

Montreal. My boyfriend of just eight months. He was different to me when I first met him. A lot of my associates called him crazy but I always looked over that. He was amazing when we first kicked it off but he had expectations that I didn't meet. Montreal wanted me to treat him like he was my only man, but I was just trying to have fun. Our relationship wasn't even meant to go this far.

I just hated how he was so clingy, always calling and texting. He wanted me to be so closed in that no other men would look at me. I didn't leave the house that much because he always wanted me inside with him, but I wanted to leave. My friends always invited me out but I always canceled because I hated seeing him look so down, pleading with his sad eyes for me to stay inside.

"I'm only trying to hear you out."

"You don't need to hear me out about shit because I'm not trying to explain nothing. I stayed out last night. So what?" I put my hand in his face as if to show that this conversation was well over with. He could remove himself from my house, life, and sight. As far as I'm concerned, we were done for good because if he hit you once, he would do it again with no hesitation.

I refuse to be a victim to a little boy. I needed a grown man that was willing to satisfy my needs. I'm not trying to settle down with anyone. I just needed one male friend who never hesitated to answer my call, and would pull up in less than fifteen minutes to sex me. I liked sex and there was nothing wrong with that. Just because I liked it didn't mean I was doing it with any man I met.

"Please don't do this, Maliah. I would hate to get out of character with you." He grabbed my phone from the bed as Lai's incoming call came through. I only told her to call me when she got the chance because I had to tell her something.

"Give me my phone!" I ordered, pushing his 7" frame through the door. His back softly hit the wall from my lack of strength. Montreal chuckled before holding my device above me, out of my reach.

"Baby, talk to me, I am sorry. I only want you to tell me why you came home so late and didn't call. We can talk this through but you are making this a big deal." he attempted to calm me down.

I blew out a shaky breath. "I stayed out because I wanted to and because I am an adult! You go out and be with your friends all the time so I should be able to."

"You really want to flip this into an equality thing? I stay out because I'm a man and I deserve to celebrate. Without me working hard every day, you wouldn't have this roof over your head or your classes being paid for. You should be willing to spend time with me since I am like- let me see," he paused, pretending to think then continued, "The only person who cares about you right now!"

"Without me, you wouldn't have a backbone and I seem to be the only person there for you! Don't get me twisted, money is funny but I can always afford my classes. Don't ever feel the need to act like you are the only person that does for me. Pam always talks to me and tells me exactly what I need to hear, and Lai welcomes me with open arms, and even drops more money on me than you."

"You're dependent. Listen to how you sound. Pam needs to mind her business and stop interfering with our relationship! She needs to focus more on how she will be a better mother to her kid. I can't believe you think that they care for you like I do. They want to see you fail. Lai loves to drag others down with her because she's not happy. She may have hit the jackpot with some rapper but soon enough, she'll be back on our porch step begging you to let her spend the night. They can't stand to see us happy because they aren't."

I chuckled. "You really need to catch a grip and stop your shit. You sound pathetic and look even more desperate than before."

Montreal's face dropped. He looked very hurt from my response which made me feel like the bad person. I couldn't feel that way, though, because he needed to know this. For once I needed to be completely honest with him so I could move on with my life. I spent too long wasting my time with him. He was supposed to be a one night stand, not a eight-month boyfriend.

"Who is that?" I whispered to my friend, Kym, who was seated beside me in the lounge. She shrugged then repeated the same question to our male friend.

"You know, Montreal Brown?"

We shook our heads then laughed as he sighed. "He a rich, basketball player." 

We then nodded because that was basically all we needed to hear. Although, I liked for my men to have money, I did not search for that. His personality was what attracted me more. Looks played a role but if he had something to make up for it, I was willing to accept him for him.

"Let him come to you." Kym grabbed my arm, realizing I was headed to introduce myself. She looked over my head at him and I smirked. She wanted a baller, too, but she wanted one for his money. I just wanted to introduce myself to Montreal, maybe get treated to a couple drinks, and make a buddy. A cuddy buddy to be specific.

"On second thought, let them come to us." We walked into the crowd, finding a spot with good lighting. They enjoyed their drinks as we danced with one another. We both grabbed partners and they started to dance with us. I looked over to see Kym had left. I looked over to our section but she was not there. My eyes rolled once I seen her talking to a couple groupies that were headed to VIP.

"Excuse me, I saw you dancing and was wondering if you wanted to-"

"No, thank you." I politely smiled at the tall, light, handsome man before me.

He nodded. "I understand. What about a drink?"

"Yes, I'll buy you one." I said, smiling. He chuckled before grabbing my hand and leading me to the bar. From there it was thigh grabbing, soft kisses,and clothes being torn off. That is how I ended up in Montreal Brown's arms the next morning.

Too bad things weren't all peaches and cream for long because next thing I know he was breaking the glass in my house, and accusing me of being a lying ho.