★Can't Run; Can't Hide.

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"Lemme guess, you met a man and he rocked your uptight ass world and now you're crazy for the d," my hairstylist Gigi discerned, gazing at me from feet to head as I walked into the salon. I was wearing a long and figure hugging sundress that reached my ankles. I couldn't resist showing some cleavage and went as far as lightly dusting them with glitter.

"I need a cut, Gigi," I said sitting in the chair for my hair appointment. Tears welled within my eyes as I thought of the situation with Jericho. The very stressful thing about it is I couldn't even vent about it to NO ONE. She instantly wrapped me into a hug. I inhale her peach and lavender perfume. Gigi was like the sister I should have had.

"Oh, well, I guess you're more than crazy for the d. Your ass don' fell in love. Damn, he put it on you that good?" It was so much more complicated than that. If only she knew. Gigi would probably look at me differently and think I'm just as psychotic as the man who "put it on me".

I gazed down at my fingers once she broke the hug. Gigi knows of my past relationships and how I was never satisfied emotionally or sexually. The guys I usually dated were well-off men, selfish assholes. Except for my most recent ex Stephen, the photographer, who was a poor and selfish asshole. Gigi began running her fingers through my hair. "I really love these long bangs on you. Can I keep 'em long?"

"Mhmm, go ahead," I conceded. I use to wear my hair long–all natural too– until Gigi convinced me to get a pixie cut. I listened and damn it was one of my best choices. She immediately starts working her magic.

Mackayla was the one who told me about this place. She actually pays for my visits or should I say her husband pays for my visits. "Lord, have mercy, who's that?" Gigi actually stops cutting my hair to gaze out of the window of the salon, as did the rest of the women.

"He looks dangerous," one woman said.

"Mhmm, but fine as hell."

I turn to see who's causing a stir within the salon... and all the blood drains from my face. It was D.T. – excuse me I mean– Jericho wearing his signature look. An all-black long sleeves polo shirt with black slacks. God, he really did look good, muscles showing through the tight shirt. And he was headed towards the salon. I look at Gigi and her face lights up like Christmas. "Oh. My. God. That's him, isn't it!"

Shit.

What is he doing here?

Every woman's head swiveled in my direction. "That's YOUR white man?" I hid my face within my hands.

Oh God.

"Well, hello Mr. White Man-

"Stop eye-ballin' her man, Jenai, have some respect!"

He enters the salon and everyone became silent. Impressive, if you ask me. The silence actually stretched. Jericho gazed around the salon and I wished I was invisible. "Don't act shy now, Mona," Gigi giggled.

Grey eyes met my honey-brown ones. His eyes said 'if you think you could get away from me, think again, sweet thing.'

Did the world suddenly stop 'cause that's exactly how it felt? Okay, okay, I'll admit I uh avoided him the past two days after we had sex and he brought me that T-shirt. It was actually no surprise he was looking for me. The prick must have read my planner. "Hi, I'm Gigi."-Amazing her southern accent disappeared mysteriously- "Mona will be in my chair for a couple of more minutes." I didn't say a word. He shook Gigi's hand, nodded, and took a seat. That look on his face said 'I'll wait'. "What's the matter with you, that's yo' man?" she whispered then fanned herself. "I never in my life seen a man look at a woman like that. Shit only happens in the movies. He's clearly pussy whipped." Gigi mumbled that last part.

Five minutes later Gigi was done with my hair. I walked out of there with Jericho hot on my ass, but not before waving bye to the girls. I kept my head down not even looking at him as I walked to my car. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his Mercedes- none too gently. Jericho gazed around the parking lot then opened the door to the back seat practically shoving me in. He got in with me. Pressing me down into the seat with his body weight, he kissed me feverishly. I was instantly put into a daze, ignoring the fact he unzipped his pants and hiked my dress up to my hips.

Jericho pulled my panties to the side and I cried out as he plunged into me. He placed my ankle over his shoulder. "Look at me," he demanded between clenched teeth. Shit, he was angry.

"I want to watch your face when you come," he said in a much softer tone, moving inside of me. His hand moved from my mouth to my throat. The look on his face was so intense, scorching with heat. His grey eyes burned into mine. "I told you Mona, you're Jericho's woman now." He slowed his rhythm, pushing in deep, circling his hips then withdrawing, torturing me. He rubbed his length against my clit then entered me again, driving me crazy. My back arched off the seat. I felt that build up. My hands gripped his shoulder blades.

"Don't fucking tease me."

"No?" He gripped my other leg, tossing it over his shoulder and was fucking me harder.

"Yes!" I shouted.

"Fuck," he said through clenched teeth as we came together.

Later, we lay there together in the back seat. Jericho was still on top of me, refusing to pull out. I didn't protest the situation either. "I brought you something," he said and grabbed a rectangle box and a larger one from Victoria's Secret that sat in the front seat. I opened the one from Victoria's Secret first. Inside was a silk peach color bra and panty set... and it was just the right size. I blinked staring at it. "You like it, I know, your pupils practically dilated as soon as you opened the gift."

"Thank you," I breathed, feeling my cheeks heat up. What was wrong with me? Men would buy me things all the time. I wasn't unaccustomed to this.

He cocked a brow then kissed me. "Open the other one," he urged.

I did and froze. I think I stopped breathing. Inside the red velvet rectangular box was a sapphire diamond heart necklace. Shit, this definitely wasn't cheap.

Only one thing ran through my mind in that moment...

I don't know this man at all...

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