Page 16 of Maverick's Madness


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“You fucking asshole!” she yells and runs past me.

I stop by the bathroom to clean myself up, then rejoin the party.

“What’d you do to that girl?” Nix asks. “She left in tears.”

“She expected more than a fuck.” I reclaim my seat.

“You’re one cold motherfucker, man.” Dee grins.

“Fuck,” Nix whispers.

“Look at that rack,” Dee says, reverence in his voice.

I follow their line of vision.

Cocoa has finally arrived and she’s heading in this direction.

My eyes roam her spectacular body.

My fucking God… she is stunning.

That bikini should be illegal in all fifty states. The top barely contains her plump breasts, and those bottoms—Lord almighty. Her frontal wedgie is a sight to behold. Lastly, her fuck-me heels… I groan inwardly. She’s a dime, for sure.

“That’s the girl who bumped into you the other day.” Nix chuckles.

“I’ll be damned.” Dee cracks his knuckles. “It is her.”

“What happened?” I ask.

I avidly listen while Dee relays their encounter. So, she’s feisty and has a smart mouth. I’m not surprised, but it’s time to show her where she stands in the pecking order.

“Hey, Maverick,” Cocoa greets, waving at me.

“Who gave you permission to speak to me?” I sneer in contempt.

How far can I push her? Will she run away in tears, or rise to the challenge?

“Excuse me?” she replies angrily, popping her hands on her hips.

“Showdown,” Dee says in amusement.

“You heard me.” I glance at my fingernails, as if I’m bored. “Mutt.”

“Mutt?” She scowls, baring her teeth.

There’s no mistaking the underlying insult behind the derogatory remark.

Now she’s pissed.That’s right, baby, give me your hate and your anger; it’s what I crave.

“You don’t belong here,” I retort, cocking my head. “In fact, you don’t belong anywhere. You’re not Black or white. What you are is an abomination.”

“Oh, I know my place, fuckboy.” She smirks, arching an eyebrow. “And it’s way above your pathetic ass.”

Fuck, I’m so turned on.

“Is that so, Cocoa?” I ask, my heart racing, exhilarated by her tenacious attitude.

“Cocoa is a name for a dog,” Victoria scoffs. “Your hair is a ghetto mess and you’re too fat to be wearing that trashy bikini. Gross.”