URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (36 page)

“Get dressed,” was his only response.

Feeling used, I knew I should have stuck with my gut feeling and not given Javier any of my pot of gold last night. I quickly and angrily rose up from the bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. I looked at myself in the mirror. “Why did you fuck him?” I asked myself as I couldn’t even answer my own question.

Knock. Knock. Knock. “You have five minutes.” The guard yelled through the door.

I rushed out of the door. “I don’t need your damn five minutes.” I grabbed my things and began walking out of the suite towards the elevators. I vowed to never do this again.

“Wait. This for you.” The guard yelled in broken English. He had a big bag from Saks Fifth Avenue. I snatched it from him thinking it was the gown I wore last night, I was planning on pawning it somewhere. Once I got into the elevator, I started crying. How could I be so naïve? Javier would never be with someone of my likes, someone he believes is a prostitute. We don’t even fall into the same class.

I walked the few blocks down to where Strawberry’s car was. It was still there, so I guess her date did not kick her out like mine did. I sat down on the sidewalk by her car to think of my next move. I have to get back home to Brooklyn.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. I heard a phone ringing and immediately realized they had put my phone in the bag. I looked at the number and did not recognize it. I decided to answer just in case it was Rock calling me.

“This is Monica.” I answered.

“Good morning, beautiful! I hope you didn’t forget about me already.” It was Javier.

“Really? So you really expect us to be on speaking terms after you kicked me out of your suite?” I asked him, already pissed off at the sound of his voice.

“Whoa, what are you talking about? I didn’t kick you out. I had a meeting this morning that I had to attend to in another state. I left after you fell asleep in my arms last night. I left everything you would need in the bag so that you know my words to you were real.” He paused. “Did you even read the card I left you in the bag?”

“Hold up.” I put the phone down and quickly scanned through the bag. I found an envelope on the bottom of a box. Deciding to open the envelope first, there was a card addressed to Monica Roberts. I don’t know how he knew my government name but I will address that later.

‘Good Morning my sweetheart,

I hope that last night was as magical for you as it was for me. I felt a real connection with you during our little time together and I hope you understand that I had to leave this morning due to circumstances at work. However, I am leaving you a set of keys to my Mercedes Benz, Valet number 1623. Feel free to keep it in case I never hear from you again, but I know that will not happen because you were feeling me just as much. Plus I can provide for you the lifestyle every woman dreams of.

I hope to see you again, but if not, I hope the check that I have enclosed to you is enough to get your boyfriend out of jail.

Until we meet again’

I was shocked. How did he know about me? How did he know of my situation with Rock?

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you are playing, but I am not with it, Javier.” I grabbed the phone back up to my ear.

I dug deeper into the bag and found a set of keys and a check for ten g’s. I was quiet.

“I take it you found everything that I stated in my card.” He chuckled. “And just in case you are wondering, I found out everything about you last night. What do you think my guards do when they take your cell phone, and purse? They thoroughly investigate you so that I can know who I am dealing with. I know you are with a knucklehead who I know is not good for you. He cannot provide or do for you what I can.”

“Javier, I live a different life from you. I’m a girl from the hood, and you’re a man from wealth. Our worlds will never match up. You won’t understand my kind of living. But before I get into all of that, I do not appreciate you getting into my private life. I don’t know anything about you, so why should you dig in my life?”

Again he chuckled. “Just like I told you, I investigate every part of my life. You, my dear, are now a part of my life. I always get what I want, even if I have to wait patiently.” He paused. “I have some matters to attend to, but I expect to see you this weekend. Same time.” The phone clicked off.

The nerve of him; he must have me all the way messed up. First of all, I will not be seeing him this weekend because I am about to go bail Rock out with the money Javier just gave me, and two, our two worlds will never match each other’s, even though the thought of it is beautiful.

I stood up from and walked back towards the Four Seasons. I passed the keys to the front desk and told them I would not be needing the car and to give them back to the Penthouse on the top floor. Walking out of the hotel, I had a lot on my mind. I could have been a petty chick and took the car that Javier was offering to get me home, but instead I decided to take the subway so that I could clear my mind and figure out my next move.

After forty-five minutes, I was back in Brooklyn. I hailed a dollar cab and took it the whole way home. The first thing I did when I opened my door is run to the shower. I had to wash off the past 24 hours of my life. I spent at least twenty minutes in there just reflecting on the last few hours. I went from being at home asleep, then waking up to the news that my man was down at the detention center locked up with a bail that I could not afford, to becoming a temporary stripper all the way down to a call girl for the night. Now I have a wealthy man who wants to take care of me. If I didn’t know for a fact that this actually happened in less than 48 hours, I would call myself a liar.

I finally got out of the shower and sat at the edge of my queen sized bed. I went through the bag that Javier had set aside for me. I reached inside to grab the check and examine the authenticity of it. It was real. Javier had written me a check for ten thousand dollars. I stared at it for a few more minutes. This is the most money that I have had in my hands at one time since being a stripper years ago.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. My phone was going off again. This time I looked down at the caller ID and realized it was Chantal, Rock’s other child’s mother. I answered in an irritated tone.

“How can I help you, Chantal?”

“Listen, I now Rock is in jail and all that, and just like the dumb hoe that you are, I know you are going to bail his ass out because you are just too damn stuck on the dick.” She sang into the phone. “But, what I am calling to let you know is that I need you to tell Rock that I am having contractions and soon going into labor, so once you bail him out, he needs to get to the hospital and see his newborn daughter.”

Oh hell no. Now see this is the mess that I am not going to deal with. “Bitch, what? You’re pregnant? To Rock? You are out of your damn mind.” Beyond pissed, I began to curse her out but then realized, my issue is not her, it is with Rock. He is the one who keeps putting me in these situations. Situations to have me looking stupid in the streets. “You know what, you can have Rock. You and Tiny, and Rebecca, and Shirleen, and Cameron, and Alexis, and Dawn, and Tamika, and the rest of fuckin’ Brooklyn. I’m done.” I hung up the phone.

Pacing the floor, I dropped down and began crying. I don’t know how long I had been down there but I knew I was heartbroken. I was just about to go bail Rock out but now having second thoughts. One part of me wants to bail him out to confront him with the news I just received but the other part of me wants to leave him in there to rot until one of his other women bail him out. I silently sat there and cried my eyes out for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I heard some sounds I didn’t immediately identify. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. That’s when I figured out it was someone ringing my buzzer to my door. I looked out of the window and spotted an all-black stretch limo in front of my building, mind you, I am in the hood of all hoods of Brooklyn, so seeing a limo in front of my building stuck out like oil in water.

Ring. Ring. I quickly grabbed my phone as the buzzer was still going off, with my head still stuck out the window.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Monica, stop looking out of the window and come down to see me. I have a surprise for you.” I recognized it as Javier’s voice. “Come now, I will be waiting.” He hung up the phone.

Bzzz. Bzzz. I ran to the door and let the person who was ringing my bell in. It was the same guard who rushed me out of the hotel yesterday morning.

“Here. Boss wants you to wear this. Put it on, and come with me.” He passed me a beautiful red silky dress and a pair of red bottoms to match.

“But I…” I tried to get out but was told to just do it. Thinking back a few minutes earlier to the phone call with Chantelle, I decided what harm could going out with Javier do? I needed something, or someone to take my mind off of Rock.

I ran into my bedroom to quickly freshen up and get dressed. I glanced at myself in the mirror and quickly took a selfie. I hurriedly uploaded the picture to my Instagram. Now I was set to go.

Javier’s bodyguard guided me down to the awaiting limo. I slid inside and was amazed at how huge the inside was. It was almost the size of my small apartment to be honest. You could tell this was a personal limo just for Javier. He had a mini bar on the side, a flat screen television on the opposite side, and music playing in the front. I was in awe. I looked around and eased into the seat across from him.

“Thank you for coming down. I was beginning to worry.” Javier spoke in a stern voice. “Come sit next to me.”

I glided my body to sit next to him.

“You look beautiful.” He said as he smelled my neck and then turned my face to kiss my lips.” I just looked at him, unsure of what my reaction should be.

“Why do you want me, Javier, be real with me? What could I possibly offer you that you cannot already buy?” I asked him. I just wanted everything to be clear and upfront.

He cleared his throat. “Okay to be honest with you, I saw you when you entered the club. You could tell that you are not like the regular girls there. I see something different in you. I don’t know what it is, but I set out to find what makes me attracted to you besides your looks.”

I didn’t understand. “What do you mean you saw me enter the club? Strawberry told me…”

“That she had some friends that were offering money to spend a few hours with them, right?” Javier interrupted me. “I know Strawberry, my friend visits with her often. This was my first time coming with him to a strip club, so when I saw you enter; I went over to the owner and inquired about you. He told me that it was your first night and you were having money issues, which is why he let you start that night.” He stopped talking to pour a drink. “I then instructed my friend Georgio to have his date Strawberry get you to agree to meet with me at the hotel so that I could get to know you better. I promised her that I would pay her well.”

Taken off guard by all of this information, I also poured me a drink of whatever Javier was having. “So this was all planned for me to be with you?”

He looked over at me and smiled. “Absolutely. I get what I want.” He tilted his glass back and turned up the music.

I put my head back on the seat and relaxed, deciding to let Javier lead the way. I usually don’t trust people this quickly, but Javier was mentally taking over me.

We ended up two hours away in Alpine, New Jersey. Alpine is a suburb that housed numerous celebrities like Jay-Z, Sean Combs, Stevie Wonder, Wesley Snipes, Brittany Spears, Eddie Murphy, Chris Rock, Tracy Morgan, and the list goes on. I mean this was the elite in this vicinity. Javier must have it made if he has property here.

We were led though an Iron Gate and onto a beautifully structured compound. The house was freaking humongous. I couldn’t contain my amazement. Who cares if I appeared to not be used to this life. Hell, I wasn’t.

The car came to a stop and the driver plus the bodyguard got out of the car and opened our doors for us.

“Follow me.” Javier grabbed my hand and led me to the front door where a beautiful Spanish maid was awaiting with two glasses in hand.

Javier took a glass and then handed the other to me. “Come. I will let you explore the rest of the property tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to myself.”

Javier walked me into a dimly lit room with candles lined down the table. “Sit here, my queen.” I took a seat as he pulled the chair out.

Javier sat across from me. He snapped his finger and all of a sudden, six maids and two cooks came out and lined the table with everything from Roasted Chicken, to Chicken Parm, to Salmon to Chopped Steaks. That was followed by all sorts of desserts. I was truly in heaven for the moment. Just as quickly as they came, everyone cleared the room except Javier and I.

“Wow. I am at a loss for words right now. You are just full of surprises.” I said. “I don’t know what to say to all of this.”

“Say you will stay here and be my queen.” Javier spoke seriously.

“Again, you do not know me and I do not know you. I can’t just be your queen that easily.”

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I don’t see why not. You have nothing to lose but unnecessary drama.”

He did have a point. “Let’s just see where this leads us. I don’t want to rush into things. I have had a rough couple of days now.”

For the rest of the night, we ate until we fell out of our seats. With a full stomach, we went into his theater room and watched Kevin Hart’s newest comedy show. I was surprised that Javier was into that kind of thing. We sat on the cushioned seats hugged up like a real couple. I almost forgot that we just met.

“What is your nationality?” I asked. “I mean, not to offend you but you have a Spanish name but you are from Abu Dhabi which is an Arab country, so I am a bit confused.”

Javier laughed. “Okay, I am not from Abu Dhabi, I just do business there. I invest in a lot of property there. I am a full blown Cuban, from Cuba. I come to the United States for business as well.”

“How old are you?” I was asking question after question, I guess it was the alcohol in me but I also wanted to get to know a little more about the mysterious Javier.