Millionaire Wives Club (18 page)

“I don’t want the apartment,” she said, reluctantly. “Do whatever.”

“Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Unsure? I mean if you want to live there it’s on you, just tell me.”

“No, I don’t want the apartment. It’s finished, sell it. I just want my things out of it.” Milan shook her head and her hair bounced over her shoulders. “I don’t even know, like”—she paused, tears trembling in her throat again—“if I want this.”

“Want what, Milan?” He sighed.

“Why are you sighing and shit? See, I can’t. I can’t do this. I haven’t even moved in and already it’s a problem. I just need to find me someplace else to go.”

“You have three dollars, where you going?”

“Knott, do you understand that I just left a situation where I was riding high off another man’s shit, and now I don’t have anything. Look, I know I didn’t tell you, but I’m not volunteering at the hospital, I work there as an emergency room nurse—”

“You? Work?”

“What the hell? Why does everyone act like working is a crime? I went to college, I have a degree. I have a nursing license—”

“Yeah, but you used your degree to snag an athlete.”

“Is that why you’re here?” she snapped.

“I could be a garbageman and you would love me.”

She hated that he was telling the truth. “You really think you’re the center of my universe!”

Kendu looked at Milan as if she’d lost it. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“You never hear anything I say. I appreciate your being here, but I feel like I’m spinning my wheels. I can’t go from one man to the next, because I know me, and it’s only going to take a few moments before I’m pretending that all of this is mine.”

Kendu laughed and then he kissed Milan on the forehead. “You won’t have to pretend, baby, ’cause this ain’t your shit. You know how much I paid for this spot?”

“Why is everything so fuckin’ funny to you?”

“Because you so goddamn extra and dramatic. We’ve been sitting here ten unnecessary minutes. I can understand that you feel fucked up, but relax, I got this.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Ai’ight, I tell you what, ’cause I will not argue with you. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and there’s a game on. The building is four seventy-five, I’m on the twenty-first floor, and when you get over whatever you’re going through, tell security I was expecting you.”

“I can’t believe you’re so insensitive! My life is shit and you’re trippin’ because I won’t come spend the night with you?”

“What? Are you looking for me to beg? You know me better than that. And the truth is, you knew Yusef was smoking that money up and you chose to shop instead of building you a stash. What do you want me to do about it? Pretend like your bad choices didn’t exist?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“No, you need to hear this. Because on top of your money being gone, you decide to do some show that requires you to spend more dough while your finances are in the toilet. Did that make sense, Milan? Be serious. This is a joke. You and your husband wasted all of your money and guess what? Bloomingdale’s, Saks, Tiffany’s, and the drug dealers ain’t gon’ give that shit back.

“So, look, call one of your girlfriends and see if they’ll throw a pity party with you. And maybe Bridget’ll host it, because I’m not. Now, like I said, if you would like to come upstairs, you have the address. Otherwise sit yo’ ass outside and cry.” He kissed her on the lips. “Peace.” Kendu hopped out of his truck and started walking up the block.

Milan sat there crying. “Shit!” She slammed her hand on the dashboard, causing the alarm to start screaming.

Instantly her migraine returned. A half hour later the cold from the outside had snuck in and the truck alarm continuously set and reset, keeping Milan’s nerves on edge. She wanted nothing more than a glass of wine and a warm bed, and unless she was willing to
camp out at a local church or go to a mission she was sinking in shit’s creek.

“Fuck it.” She reluctantly eased out of the truck and the alarm started going off again. “Shut up!” she yelled as she headed toward the industrial loft building whose entranceway was so prestigious that it smelled like money, and once she boarded the restored freight elevator it said even more.

Milan reached Kendu’s floor and noticed that the door to his apartment was cracked open. She walked in and her eyes couldn’t help but roam in delight. Painted concrete floors, exposed rafters and ductwork ran across the twenty-foot-high ceilings. There were floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere, and all of the furniture was white and black with touches of red. Original, signed Malik Whitaker and Lee White paintings adorned the walls, and Kendu’s football jersey hung above the concrete fireplace in a mahogany frame.

Milan could see the back of Kendu’s head and the back of his muscular shoulders as he sat on his black leather sectional with no shirt on.

Milan closed and locked the door behind her and then walked around the extended side of the sofa, where she did all she could to fight off the second and third glances she took at the tattooed lion clawing sexily over his left pec.

“Oh, you were just going to leave me outside?” Milan sucked her teeth, ignoring her desire as she walked past Kendu and sat across the room from him on the end of the chaise.

“What? You needed some blankets?” He sipped his beer, never taking his eyes off his seventy-two-inch flat screen, where ESPN was airing a Raiders and Jets game. “Damn!” He suddenly jumped up and shouted at the TV, practically spilling his Heineken on the floor as some of it swooshed out the top of the bottle.

“Oh, so you just don’t give a fuck?” Milan complained.

“I offered you some blankets.” Kendu sat back down. “What more you want? I can’t stop it from snowing.” He sipped his beer
again. “Yes! That was a good catch, baby!” he screamed at the game, as the Jets’ wide receiver scored a touchdown.

“So, you don’t even offer me anything to drink?”

“There’s the fridge.” He pointed to the side.

Milan was pissed. “What do mean, there’s the fridge? I can’t believe you said some shit like that to me!” She folded her arms across her breasts.

“Yo, you ungrateful as hell.”

“Whatever.”

“What do you want me to say, Milan?” Kendu placed his beer on the floor. “’Cause you’re getting on my nerves.”

“Fuck it then, if I’m getting on your nerves, never mind.”

“You know what?” Kendu’s chest jumped and his biceps thumped. “What you need is your ass kicked.” He rose from the couch, got her a beer, and walked over to the chaise, where he saw tears sitting at the base of her eyes. He hated to see her cry because it melted him every time. “Look,” he said, standing between her legs, looking down into her face. “You need to relax.” He unexpectedly ran his hand down her neck and over her cleavage. “Just for tonight, chill, because there’s nothing you can do about your situation right now.”

“But I don’t have anything.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “For the first time in my life I don’t know what to do. I owe the IRS money. The bank is after me.”

Kendu squatted to his knees and looked directly into Milan’s eyes. “I wish I could tell you the answers, but I can’t. I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing with my own life. All I know is that after fighting and battling with fucked-up choices, that sometimes I have to come here and lay still, chill, and just say, ‘Not today. Today, I’m straight, and nothing else exists. Period. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.’”

“But I don’t know how to do that.” Milan eased up close to Kendu and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. “I try to just sit”—she massaged his neck with her fingertips—“and be quiet,
but all I keep hearing,” she said, drawing her face into his, “are all of my problems screaming in my head.” She tried to fight it, but she felt like her lips had a magnet for his, so she kissed him, and he responded.

“Let me show you somethin’.” He started unbuttoning her uniform top, kissing every ounce of skin that was revealed.

“I feel like I just wanna run away, like to the sky, maybe.” She lay back on the chaise as his now-loose belt buckle clinked, his tongue ran up and down the center of her body as he slowly undressed her.

“Let me take you there.” He pulled her panties down with his teeth, revealing her feminine beauty.

“Kendu.” She placed her hands on his face as her back arched and her hips matched the rhythm of his lips as he licked her creamy slit, until all Milan could do was beg for more.

Kendu loved the smell of her, the way her clit melted to jelly and her sweet flesh rubbed the evidence of her pleasure against his face. He loved the way her erotic cat smothered his lips and the way her thick thighs encompassed him. He bit her clit slightly the way he remembered she liked it, and then as if he were preparing for a monstrous wave, he took his heated and luscious tongue, placed it at the base of her cherry, and within seconds her drippings were coating his throat.

He kissed her all over her ass, hungrily licking between her cheeks. Then he dropped his pants to the floor and before he lay on top of her Milan sat up and began caressing his shaft into her mouth. His dick was so big and so filling that she had to relax the back of her throat to take him all in. She licked and she sucked all of his unending inches, until Kendu’s pelvis began to contract and he blessed her lips with his liquid gifts. Immediately he was hard again, and Milan lay back and opened her world up to him. Loving the feel of her full breasts against his chest he pushed them both together and rotated his sensually gripping sucks from one chocolate nipple to the next.

Milan lost control and for the first time ever she let it all go. Her issues and problems had no room and no space in this place where she so desperately wanted to be. She watched Kendu with her eyes wide as he sat up and kneeled, rubbing himself in her wetness. His dick was so big that if he didn’t use it all now, he would have enough to save for later. His had always been the prettiest dick she’d ever seen.

Conscious of his size and confident that she hadn’t had any dick like this, Kendu slowly pushed in his cock, and with every inch he could feel it becoming smothered with more and more of Milan’s vanilla icing. He loved the thickness of her sticky pond, and with the size of her hips and the way she was starting to twirl them, he knew that when they were done both would be unsure about who had whipped whom.

“Damn, baby, wait,” Milan said, unable to catch her breath.

“You really want me to wait?” He slid his dick out, slid down her belly, sucked her dripping juice, and then all at once pushed his dick back in. “You really want me to wait?”

“No,” she gasped, as he starting fucking her so hard that her ass jiggled and jumped. Milan could feel her walls expanding and collapsing every time Kendu went from the top of her pussy to the bottom.

She continuously lost her breath as she did her best to hold on for the ride. Her head was spinning and a bomb was ticking. She placed one leg on the floor-to-ceiling window and the other she wrapped around his waist. She loved how he felt inside of her, letting her know with every stroke that she was going to take this dick and she was going to take it as often as he wanted to give it to her.

Her stomach began to tighten and she could feel her orgasmic bomb preparing for explosion. Milan knew at any moment she was due to drench his dick with payment for his generously helping to ease her pain. “Kendu!” she screamed. “Oh damn… ummm … baby, baby, baby…”

Kendu could feel Milan’s warm milk drown his manhood as he plummeted in and out of her, causing her to belt out what she had bottled up inside of her all this time: “I love you.”

Before he could think of how he needed to respond, especially since he wasn’t the best at formulating his thoughts into words, his blessings exploded into her.

A few minutes into catching their breath, Kendu kissed Milan on the lips. “I don’t want to only be friends anymore.”

“I know.” She kissed him.

“I just need you to understand that I got some shit going on…”

“I know…”

“And with my daughter.” He shook his head. “I’m scared as hell to be away from her.”

“I thought she’d gotten better. She hasn’t been sick in a while.”

“She has gotten better, and that’s why I’ve been thinking I need to really leave Evan now. But I can’t leave all at once. It’s gon’ take a minute.”

Milan placed her finger against his lips. “Shhh, this is the place where you come to chill, remember?”

After a few hours of making love off and on and moving from the chaise to the center of the bed, Kendu lay asleep, while Milan lay with her head in the center of his chest and stroked his pecs with the tip of her index finger. She hated that she loved him so intensely, because she knew it was a distraction from what she needed to be doing, which was working on getting her own life together. Her life was in disarray, yet she’d awakened feelings in herself that she’d been able to hold at bay or at the very least place in perspective for the last few years, and now she knew she couldn’t deny her love anymore.

She didn’t like Evan. That was no secret. So fucking her husband didn’t rock Milan’s core, but what did was the reality that she would be at the bottom of Kendu’s short list, and there was the chance that she would end up in the same predicament that she
was in with Yusef, where all her hopes, dreams, and desires rested on what he did and how he could afford for them to live.

“Go to sleep,” Kendu said groggily as he turned over and ran his fingers through her hair. “Stop thinking.” He kissed her. “We’ll take care of it in the morning. My lawyer’s already on it. So get some rest, ’cause Johnson”—he pointed to his dick—“gets up early in the morning.”

“Johnson is already up.” Milan slid down his chest. She stared at his dick and then kissed the tip. “Look at all this dick.”

“Yeah, you right.” Kendu nodded. “Look at all that dick.”

“You’re so arrogant.” She laughed.

“And you love it.”

“I
need you to stop fucking with me,” Evan said to no one in particular, as she stirred Aiyanna’s oatmeal as she’d been doing religiously for the last hour. Tears were aching the back of her eyelids, but she was beyond crying. She felt strangely out of her mind. Not manic, not hyped up and wanting to fight, but she felt her sanity leaving and her mind on the brink of taking her someplace she’d never been before.