Marcellus arrived fifteen minutes early. He rang the bell and waited. He would wait all day if he had to, but he knew she was home. He had one of his men following her all week. He didn't want her to skip out on their agreement. Marcellus was a man that had built his own empire and did not take lightly to anyone who attempted to back out of any deals that were made. There were stories about the man that had been known as the devil since high school. Some were true; most were made up. Either way he had earned a reputation, and that is what kept him from Darien.
Oh he had known who she was before she even said her name. He had been having her followed every since he found out that she was Devin's sister. Devin wasn't a hustler but he wanted to be. Truth be told he could never fit into the world of the hustler. It wasn't in him. Marcellus had put up with Devin long enough for him to screw up so that he could get to Darien. Every since the day he saw them standing in front of her apartment complex, Marcellus had wanted her. He had liked the look of her in her jeans. He had always been an ass man and Darien's was perfect. As he thought about it everything about her was perfect.
Marcellus heard the door open and looked into the face of natural beauty. There was no make-up. Darien did not mutter a word. She simply stepped aside and let him in. Marcellus did not sit. He waited until a seat was offered then noticed she sat in another chair facing him. The sight of her tongue grazing her bottom lip had Marcellus adjusting his weight as he sat in the chair. Darien turned to him then decided to stand up. She went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of juice without asking if he actually wanted any. When she returned she handed him the juice and then stated flatly, "I can't go with you."
Marcellus stood and turned those scorching eyes on her. He didn't say a word, but did notice that she backed away from him just a bit. Smart girl, he thought. "Darien your brother owes me a lot of money."
"And I have it all for you right here." She pointed to the bag that was sitting on the table. Marcellus took a glance at the bag on her coffee table. Until now he had not paid it any attention. "I know you said the date between us would cancel Devin's debt, but I can't go with you."
Marcellus remained quiet. He then sat down and stared at the bag of money. Darien began to pull the money out of the bag. It was ten thousand all neatly wrapped. The sight of money usually was enough to give him a hard-on, but all he wanted was to kiss the girl that had been haunting his dreams for the last three nights. He wanted to feel her body pressed against his and hear her lips release his name in ecstasy, but instead she had said she would not go. Marcellus knew how to fix that.
