You’re gonna spray the room, babygirl.” At the sound of his voice I feel like I could vomit. There’s no mistaking it. That’s Mammoth’s voice.
“Turn it off, Flora.” Maia hisses at her.
“Why? ‘Cause his little Mouse is going to get jealous? I bet she hasn’t even had his cock in her. He filled my hoochie up with his cum, sweetie. So, remember that when you’re fucking him for the first time.”
“How did you know he calls me that?” I question, eyes widening on her.
She licks her bottom lip, standing up. The barstool scrapes against the floor as she pushes it back and struts over to me, heels clacking against the floor. She’s maybe a few inches away from me when she smirks. “Baby, his name might be Mammoth, but he’s just a dog. He only wants one thing. Hell, he might not be the only one who wants that pussy of yours either. I’m into women too, you know. If you wanna play, you just let me know, ‘cause I really wanna see if the carpet matches the drapes.” Flora giggles, strutting away until she passes through a door and disappears.
“She’s such a fucking bitch. I wish he never went to Puerto Rico for new talent.” Maia states, annoyed.
“Talent?”
“Yeah, the club films porn videos and uploads them to our website. It’s how we make a good bit of profit. You didn’t know?”
I shake my head, “No. He never told me that.”
“I’m sure he would’ve.” Maia comes to Mammoth’s defense.
Something about this just makes me feel sick. Here he is calling me Mouse and Flora knew the name. Did he call her Mouse too? Is that what he calls all the ladies? “Is he a porn star or something?”
“No, not at all. The guys will fuck some of the porn girls to get new content up and make money for the club, but they don’t fuck them if they’re in a relationship. Take Hart for example. He’s the Prez’s ol’ man, but he doesn’t fuck those skanks.” I have no idea who she’s talking about, so I just nod.
I hear a door open and the next thing I know a group of men are coming up from the stairwell that goes down into what must naturally be the basement. I never noticed it before. Mammoth pushes through the crowd and comes up to me, while another man clears his throat. “Everybody needs to get packin’ up. We’re movin’.”
Everyone besides the guys looks shocked but falls into some sort of order of command. They just do what he says and I don’t get it. Who is he, and why are they doing what he wants?
“I see you’re makin’ friends with Maia. She’s one of the sweet ones here.” Mammoth smirks at her.
“Right back at ya, Mam’.” Maia smiles.
“I thought I told you I don’t like that name.” He shakes his head, not amused.
I watch the way they interact with each other and I find myself getting jealous. “Did you fuck him too?” I don’t know why I’m asking the question in the first place. He and I aren’t dating and we’re sure as hell not together. He’s just . . . he’s just . . .
“No. Why would you think that?” Maia questions, furrowing her brows. Obviously, I’ve annoyed her.
“What the hell?” Mammoth mutters, looking between the two of us. “Wanna tell me what the hell happened while I was downstairs?”
“Flora showed me a nice video where you were balls deep in her.” I smirk, blinking. If he has a brain, he’ll realize I’m plastering on this fake smile.
Mammoth goes quiet, not saying a word. “You know what, fuck this. I don’t even know why I’m upset about this. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re not anything . . . you’re just a guy who helped me out.” I snap, storming off I head up the stairs and go to his room. I need to get my phone and luggage, then get the hell out of here.
Chapter Fifteen
Every woman has two options. Either stand up and be the woman he needs, or sit the fuck down so he can see the woman standing behind you.
~ @MalesVision
Mammoth
“Did she really just stomp up the stairs like a bratty kid?” I ask myself aloud, but Maia gives me an actual answer.
“No, what she did was rush up the stairs because she’s pissed. Pissed at Flora for being the world’s biggest cunt and pissed at herself for allowing herself to be vulnerable with a man again.”
“Sounds like