Page 5 of Finding My Bodyguard

Hence, why I was even here tonight. I didn’t go out much. My life was filled with work, but Meechie needed a wingman to this party to vet a new business associate for the cartel. I was the only person he trusted to have his back and feel the vibes. So, here I was, thousands of miles away from home, attending a birthday party for a nigga I had only heard of.

“Kashus will do the deal. He stupid, but he ain’t that stupid,” I commented as I took a swig from the liquor bottle I’d taken from the chocolate beauty. Just that fast, my mind was back on her. There was something about her sitting there all alone that had beckoned me in like a magnet. I wanted more time with her, but I knew it was best to leave well enough alone before a bunch of bullshit popped off.

“I hope so, nigga. You know niggas get sensitive about they bitches, and you practically had his sucking your dick in the club.”

Again, images of her opening her beautiful mouth and sticking out her tongue for me flooded my brain. There was no doubt in my mind that she could suck a mean ass dick.

“You over there thinking about her now, ain’t you?” Meechie was staring at me with a big stupid grin on his face.

“She was thirsty, and I was just helping her fine ass out.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, okay. Just make sure you give me a two-week notice next time you decide to try and start a war behind some pussy.” Meechie laughed as our car pulled into the landing strip where our private plane awaited.

“Noted.” I took one final swig of the liquor before exiting the car and heading toward the plane. I had no intention of seeing the chocolate beauty again. Fine as she was, we lived in two different states, and she was someone else’s fiancée. I might go after her if she ever crossed my path again. A woman that beautiful deserved to be with a man who wouldn’t leave her alone to go fuck off. Taking in my surroundings, I walked swiftly to the plane. I had already planned to get a few hours of sleep. As I rounded the corner, the sight of naked asses shaking greeted me. I whipped my hand across my face and shook my head. I’d forgotten how we’d flown here.

“Let’s get this motherfucker cracking!” Meechie shouted as he pushed past me. Meechie was always with the shenanigans. On the way here, he insisted that we bring strippers aboard. It was the way he always traveled. Shaking my head, I watched as the strippers stormed him. Meechie wasted no time throwing dollars and grabbing a hand full of ass.

“This nigga,” I mumbled under my breath as a short, light-skinned woman bent over in front of me. She was beautiful, but her doctor had done a horrible job with her Brazilian butt lift. Pulling out my business card, I stuffed it in her pink G String.

“I can fix that for you,” I whispered, gently pushing past her. I could hear her scoff from behind me as Meechie burst into laughter.

“You wild for that, my boy. Briana got your ass pussy whipped.”

I shrugged at the mention of the exotic dancer I’d been seeing for a few months as I headed to the back of the airplane. This had nothing to do with Briana, though she made every dancer here look mediocre. We weren’t together, though. Briana and I had weekly dick appointments and a few occasional dates, but nothing major. I didn’t feel like entertaining because I was tired. Having my own plastic surgery business meant a lot of long nights and early mornings.

Years ago, I would have been right there with Meechie fucking off, enjoying being on top of the world, but working a regular nine-to-five had humbled me. I wasn’t that flashy nigga anymore. I was chill. It was a stark contrast, but it was the price I’d paid for making a legitimate living. Sinking in the recliner, I tuned Meechie and the strip show in front of me out. Nobody was going to get in the way of my sleep. I had a busy day with pre-operation appointments ahead of me tomorrow. I reclined the seat as far as it could go and forced my eyes shut. As soon as my eyes closed, I could see her. The chocolate beauty with the beautiful lips. I didn’t know why she was on my mind so heavily, but I welcomed the visuals of her as sleep found me.

Monroe

“Wait! What do you mean you not coming?” I pushed Kashus’s head up from between my thighs. His sticky lips and low eyes stared up at me. An innocent, cocky expression etched across his face. I should have known he was up to something when he came home bearing gifts and being nice. I thought he was attempting to apologize for his disrespect last night by ducking off with Drea and Whitney.

Now it was clear he was attempting to send me halfway across the country to have the breast implants, a tummy tuck, and lipo surgery he requested alone. Kashus tried to ignore me and put his head back in between my thighs, but I pushed his head away. Eating my pussy wasn’t enough to distract me from this. Glaring at him, I pushed my legs together.

“You can’t be serious, Kashus.”

“Shit too hectic right now, Monroe. I can’t leave these niggas in charge.” He attempted to part my thighs, but I swung my right leg over his head and climbed out of the bed.

“Kashus, this is the surgery you wanted me to get. How are you not going to come? Make it make sense!” I yelled. My heart was beating out of my chest with anger. This was crazy.

“The surgery I want you to have?” Kashus scoffed. He climbed out of bed and headed toward the walk-in closet.

“Yes, the surgery you want me to have!” I followed him, pulling down the oversized T-shirt dress I had on. Plastic surgery was one hundred percent his idea. He wouldn’t do the arrangement without it. No one had consulted me about it. My fiancé and my father decided what I was going to do with my body. Nobody considered that I loved myself. Sometimes, others’ views of my body made me rethink my acceptance of it. Kashus had been open about everything he disliked about my physical appearance.

“Are you not the one that requested it?” I was heated. This wasn’t something he was going to sweep under the rug. When I’d booked my surgery date, he agreed to be there all three days for all my appointments. That was six months ago. He had ample time to clear his schedule. Husbands were supposed to be supportive, and he was going to be my husband in less than three months. Besides, this was a major operation, and he should want to be there to help with my recovery.

“Yeah, I requested it, but you should want this for yourself, Monroe. Not for me.” He didn’t even look at me as he pulled a button-down shirt off the hanger. He was getting ready to leave. I had a flight to Miami in two hours, and he was getting ready to leave. I stood there for a minute, watching him get dressed. A million thoughts ran through my mind. I wasn’t doing this alone. He had me fucked up.

“I’m not getting the surgery if you not coming!” I blurted. Kashus knew I didn’t have any friends to tag alone. He knew I was nervous about the surgery.

“Your call. You want to be fat and sloppy? Be my fucking guest, Monroe. You can do that shit without a husband.” He pushed past me, throwing our arrangement in my face. His words penetrated me deeply. It wasn’t new for Kashus to talk to me disrespectfully, but calling me fat and sloppy was new. He didn’t like my body. I was aware. He made me keep a shirt on when we would have sex. He didn’t like for me to walk around the house in a bra and panties. He said my belly looked disgusting. Somehow, hearing him describe me as fat and sloppy had shocked me… Even more than him threatening to end our engagement. My knees wobbled, and my hands shook with anger. This man had me fucked up.

“Fuck you, Kashus, and fuck this engagement!” I pulled my engagement ring off my finger and launched it across the room. The ring hit him right on the side of his head before hitting the floor. Kashus whipped his head in my direction. He glanced at me then at the ring as it twirled around the floor. In one swift movement, Kashus was up on me, invading my space. His hand was on my neck as he pushed me into the wall.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” His hand tightened around my neck. “I’m your future husband, Monroe. Show me some fucking respect.”

“Show me some!” I shouted back. He glared at me. My heart was pounding with fear. Kashus had never hit me, but the look in his eyes made me think it was possible today. We eyed each other for a minute.

“The surgery is a nonnegotiable, Monroe. You know that. Your father knows that. I’m not about to be married to no big girl.” He removed his hand from my neck.