Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
So this bastard and his bitch were playing house with my kids. I didn’t let myself get too worked up because nothing good ever comes of that. ‘We don’t even have to worry. We don’t have to give a fuck. Our Marcus is gonna handle this shit; you watch.’
Our Marcus?
‘Look bitch, don’t get greedy. I know you want all the dick for yourself, but without me, you would be nothing.’ Justice has an overblown estimation of himself.
My kids weren’t even awake yet when Monique came to my door and walked in loaded down with bags. “Come on, where are the kiddos? Still in bed?”
“Yeah, I’m taking your advice and keeping Gracie home for a few days. What’s all this?”
“This is your power suit for today. The rest will be delivered later. Now, come on, the others will be here soon. Oh, this is for you.” She gave me a card, which I opened and read.
“Monique and the stylist will take care of you before the big meeting today. I know females take their power back in many ways, and one of those ways is looking spectacular. Love Marcus D.”
“Big meeting?”
“Did you forget? Today is Marcus’ first day on the job, and you’re his executive assistant.” I barely had time to register her words before there was another knock at the door, and some big-ass German woman looking like Greta was standing there.
“Is this her? Hell, look at those split ends. Let’s get started. We don’t have all day, and we need it.”
“Listen, you Teutonic twit, it’s too damn early in the morning for your Gestapo shit.”
“Well, if it isn’t hell’s own angel. I thought you’d get eaten by a school of piranhas in the Amazon.”
“Bitch!”
“Heifer.”
“Girrrllllll!” What am I witnessing? Okay, no stereotypes, but I think the German sounded more street than Monique. The two of them hugged and looked each other over, then they started speaking in German and Monique was as fluent as Greta.
“I’m teaching her her native language; don’t mind us.” Monique grinned at me.
“You’re teaching her?”
“Yeah, her ass was born in Brooklyn. She’s never seen Berlin a day in her life.” What is my life?
‘Yasssss bitch yasssss. These my people right here. Move bitch get out the way get out the way.’ Justice was trying to push me out so he could hang with his new friends.
For someone with fingers as thick as Mila’s, that’s her real name; by the way, she did her thing with my hair. When I tell you that shit was on point, I didn’t know hair could shine like gold. The next one through the door that Monique had let in because I was under the dryer that Mila brought along with her was a makeup artist.
She was a no-nonsense Hispanic woman who talked a mile a minute, and I’m not sure if she and Monique got into my scotch or what, but the two of them never stopped laughing. Oh, and Monique is fluent in Spanish as well.
The three of them buzzed around me until it was time to get dressed. The suit was an Alexander McQueen single-breasted classic pantsuit in winter white. I don’t know how he knew but fuck if that isn’t my color.
‘He should get a piece just for this shit right here. We look good. We look damn good.’
I’m not screwing him just because he bought me clothes.
‘And why not? You gave it to that jackass for free. When did he ever buy you a five-thousand-dollar suit?’
I better land this job because I get the feeling that if I don’t, Justice will have me on the corner by next week. ‘Damn straight, we gotta eat. And we got bills and shit because you know that fucker isn’t giving you a penny unless the judge says so.’
What about his kids? He won’t starve them.
‘Fuck he care about his kids? He didn’t have a problem infecting their mother with that nasty shit he caught from that bitch. What breed is she anyway? Looking like a Chinese crested.’
JUSTINE
Marcus is right; I don’t recall the last time I felt this beautiful, and with that feeling came a sense of power that all women have when they know they look good. Angelina, Angel for short, did an amazing thing with my makeup.
It was so understated it looked as though I wasn’t wearing anything but some tinted gloss and mascara. I must’ve stayed in front of the mirror for a good ten minutes before it was time to go. Monique was staying with the kids until the babysitter arrived, and then she was going to hang around a bit longer to make sure everything was okay.
I wasn’t sure what she expected to happen, but apparently, it was Marcus’ order. That’s when I learned she was a black belt and that Carl was the one who taught her. I’m all kinds of confused about those two.