Maverick and I remain quiet while they use the bathroom. As the bitches leave the stall to wash their hands at the faucet, they remain their conversation.
“Victoria noticed too, and she’s not happy,” says Rebecca.
“Mav just wants to see how it is to fuck a black bitch. He doesn’t really want that gutter rat,” adds Lori.
“That bitch better watch her back, because Victoria is gunning for her.”
They leave the bathroom. The features on Maverick’s face change from lust to anger, and then to confusion. He looks scared as hell.
He steps from between my legs with no warning, causing me to crash to the floor. He leaves the stall without looking back.
I walk to the door as fast as my feet will carry me.
Fuck.
“Mav, where are you going?” calls Dee.
I don’t acknowledge him as I leave the building, heading over to my jeep. I jump inside, but as I’m closing the door, a hand stops my progress.
“What the fuck, Mav?” demands Nix.
Dee is standing just behind him.
“Let go of my fucking door. I’m out of here. I need to release some steam.”
“What’s going on with you? Talk to me,” says Dee.
“Don’t try to fucking psychoanalyze me, Dee. I don’t have a fucking soul. I can’t be saved. Let go of the fucking door, Nix.”
When he lets go, I slam the door shut, not wasting any time getting the fuck out of there.
I fucking kissed her.
Why the fuck did I do that? I’ve never kissed a girl in all these years. That kiss made me feel shit I don’t want to acknowledge. I need to release the storm in my fucking body. I’m going to go home and work out in the gym until I’m fucking exhausted.
When I enter the house, I hear my father yelling like a madman.
“You stupid bitch! I should kill you!”
“No, please sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to clean everything exactly how you want it,” Maria cries in a heavy Mexican accent.
“Maybe I should call immigration since we both know you’re not legally able to work in the United States. Do you want to go back to Mexico, Maria?”
“No. Please, I’ll do better.”
John most likely made up some offense against Maria because he’s a sick bastard. He barely pays her at all.
“Go to the room, Maria.”
“Plea…” That’s a loud slap, then a bang as Maria hits the floor.
“Get the fuck up and go to the fucking room, Maria.”
I head to my room, making sure to avoid bumping into John and Maria.
After I change my clothes I head to the state-of-the-art gym in the house. I do sit-ups, pull-ups, push-ups, crunches, lift weights, and run ten miles on the treadmill, but I still feel restless as fuck. I walk over to my cell phone to give Dee a call.
I can’t believe I don’t have anything to do on a Saturday night. This can’t be my life. I’m fun and outgoing. I usually never stay home on the weekends. I’m still kicking myself for kissing Maverick back. I could’ve fought him harder, but didn’t because I secretly liked the kiss. I’m lying on my bed with my cell phone on speaker, listening to“Needed Me”by Rihanna.
