Erik "Killmonger" Stevens Imagines

Stealing Erik from another woman? Sounds like a plan.

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Mayweather was fighting again. A big paper view production that you felt was a waste of money . It was a two million dollar fight , and that's whether he won or lost . You felt the money could have gone to better use, like in your checking account . You loved money. To you, there was nothing better than a nice check . Most importantly, a nice man with a check. It didn't matter to you , short , big, or ugly, if he had money he had your attention .

Shamelessly, you drove a car co-signed by a man and lived in a house that was financed by another. In true form, the only reason you were here at this fight party was to watch Mayweathers rich ass dance across the 70 inch. The wings and booze didn't hurt your decision either .

You were at Sierras house, your cousin and closest confidant. She invited several people over to watch the fight that started in exactly an hour . It seemed as if everyone had gotten there early to watch the HBO commentary. You were mistaking , a couple arrived, making them the last of the guest . You judged them, just as you did each person that walked through the door . They were different from the others, they looked expensive .

The girl, she was taller than you . She was slender and her lace front laid perfectly down her back . She was a pretty girl, you thought you were prettier though . She lifted her arms to embrace Sierra , revealing her YSL shoulder bag. It was one that was on your list of "what to get out of a nigga next". You spotted her ring, a huge diamond engagement ring that gleamed on her finger. Her fiancé definitely had money , it was evident . She was interesting, but she wasn't shit compared to her man.

"Woah" you mumbled to yourself as you eyed him. He looked real good. He was tall , his muscles bulged through his red Nike Tech suit. The Jordan's he wore looked to be around a size eleven. He had short tapered dreads that hung freely across his face . And when he smiled , you melted at those straight white teeth and gold fangs he wore .

"...and this is my cousin Y/N" Sierra finished introducing the couple to everybody, then lastly landed on you .

"Hi" you smiled politely at the duo .

"I'm Krissy and this is my Fiancé Erik" she extended her left hand out for you to shake it . You knew she was well invested in what she had , and she wanted you to know .

Intimidated much?

You smiled at Erik and he shook your hand too. You rubbed your thumb against his palm slowly as you pulled your hand away. You turned your head away from him, still feeling his eyes on you.

Sierra and Krissy began talking about something that you had no interest in. Erik didn't either so he made his way to the food. Suddenly, you too were hungry . You stood next to him, grabbing a plate and filling it with food .

"I see you hungry too huh" he said, looking down at you . His gaze focused on your low cut shirt that exposed your cleavage . You pretended not to notice . A chuckle escaped your lips .

"I'm always hungry for fried chicken" you joked , he laughed too. A little too hard , catching the attention of Krissy . She came in between the two of you .

"Let me to make your plate babe" she took the plastic plate out of his hands and began to fill it with everything he liked .

Insecure?

You walked back to your seat, catching his eyes on you . When you locked eyes with him, he quickly changed his view to the TV.

Checkmate.

He sat in an empty chair , Krissy happily brought him his plate and a Corona. By round three, he was on his third bottle .

You were as interested in this match as a child being interested in homework . You decided to go out onto the patio . There were a few other people outside conversing with one another . You sat down and scrolled through your phone . A couple of meaningless text messages from niggas . A few Instagram comments . And a missed call from an unknown number.