TITAN (9 page)

“I know you well enough to know you
wouldn’t hurt me, Tite,” she said, unable to keep her voice from shaking.

“You don’t know fucking shit, and
you should really think twice about the things you say and do, instead of going
with whatever pops up in that fucking head of yours.”

“But you can pop off at the mouth
and say whatever you want to me, right?”

She rolled her eyes at him, knowing
telling him that she did it to start the day off right and just wanted to make
him laugh, make him happy, was pointless.

He was fuming now. The eye roll
pissed him off even further.

He leaned in close to her and put
his hands behind her on the wall.

“Careful Jordy, I am not playing
fucking games with you and don’t come pissing on me because you feel fucking
stupid with the dumb ass stunt you just pulled.”

He enunciated every word, as if he
was hitting her with them.

“Fuck it, then. Have a car take me
home. I don’t need this shit any more than you do. Sorry I ruined your fucking
image of me by trying to be funny and sexy and available. I could think of a
million things I could have done, and a lot worse, but it’s too easy to ruin
your fucking day.”

Fuck, did she just tell him to take
her home?

No!

She didn’t want to go.

“Better yet, I will call myself a
fucking cab. I am sorry, Tite. I do feel fucking stupid. And even more so for
expecting that you had a human bone in your fucking body and might understand
it was a just a mistake. I hoped that maybe you could give me a pass, just this
once, while we had this time together, but since Sunday night you have gotten
into a fight, yelled at your crew, and now you’re itching to what? Hurt me?
Make me cry. Forget it. I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

“It was Tony,” he snapped, “he
caught me off guard in your parking lot and starting punching me in the fucking
face, Jordy. I didn’t have a choice but to fight back.”

And with that, all of the color
went out of her face and she slumped down against the wall, falling to her
knees. She gave in, sitting on the floor and looking up at him, as if to say he
had won.

“I had no idea, Tite. I didn’t even
think about that possibility, God, I am so sorry.”

Where did this stammer come from?
She had developed a stammer in a week.

TONY had hit him, busted his lip,
and blacked his eye!

“Jordy!” He started to fire at her
again, but stopped.

He was still standing over her,
still fuming.

What the hell was going on with
this girl
?

Then he remembered the doctors’ words,
“Too much, too soon.”

He studied her face, forcing
himself to calm down.  She looked so beautiful, he had wanted to fuck her
up when he she came out of the bathroom, but when he looked at her, he was
drained.

When he took his first look at her
in the elevator, his first response was of pure delight but then he remembered
they weren’t alone and it all escalated so quickly.

He knew his temper was the main
reason he stayed alone and she had just confirmed that for him.

He needed to go ahead and cut this
one loose.

She was getting under his skin and
getting the best of his temper.

This was a bad combination.

He didn’t want her to leave, not
yet, he admitted it. He also admitted to himself that they both had gone
through a lot of trouble just to be together and here they were, fighting on
their very first day.

He took a seat next to her, against
the wall and they looked at each other.

They studied each other’s face for
what seemed like forever and he saw one single tear slide down her cheek.

Fuck no, Jordy, fuck no. Don’t do
this!

“I am just really embarrassed,” she
whispered.

She touched the cut on his lip and
he saw her mouth, “I’m sorry.”

Another tear fell from her eye and
she wiped it quickly.

“What’s your address?” She reached
for her purse and started looking for her phone.

“Jordy, you don’t have to leave,”
he said, sincerely.

“I just… I know I screwed this up,
and I just feel so fucking stupid and now I am crying and it’s just not how I
pictured this either…,” her voice trailed off still fumbling through her purse.

 “Jordy, I don’t want you to
leave.”

He pulled her onto his lap and
slapped her ass hard as it was exposed now. She straddled him and he kissed her
lips softly.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”
he said, laughing at her and scorning her at the same time.

“Football and sex isn’t that the
way to a man’s heart?” she asked, smiling at him.

“Don’t try, Jordy, it’s a lost
cause.”

He looked at her again, this time
with less sincerity and more like an order.

“So you are staying,” he said,
breaking his stare and touching her in all the right places.

“I didn’t want to leave, Tite, but
you knew that,” she said, keeping her promise to be truthful. She had already
been seen as vulnerable today so she let the words go, too exhausted and worried
to care how he would interpret them. 

Her heart sank when he told her
basically she didn’t have a chance with him.

That’s what he was saying, right?
Why was she here?

He seemed to be wondering the same
thing too, but here they were.

“You are beautiful, Jordy,” he
said, taking her Leia buns down, her still wet hair curled around her
shoulders. He raised his hand to her exposed chest and traced his finger under
each breast until she was panting. He knew he would break her heart. He just
didn’t have it in him to love another woman, especially to just put up with
another woman. He had just lost his out by asking her to stay. This was not
like him. She had just told him she was after his heart. He would let her go,
just not yet.

“Come on, let’s eat.” He pulled her
off of the floor and they started walking toward the bedroom door.

“Tite, I can’t face him, really. I
am so fucking stupid.  I…”

He cut her off with one finger over
her mouth.

“First of all, he is under a strict
contract to keep his mouth shut at all times. He is not to discuss anything
that he sees or that goes on in this house with other staff or his own family
members. I pay him a fortune to keep it that way. Now, if he goes home and
fucks the hell out of his wife with your naked body on his mind, well baby,
that’s out of my hands. You won’t see him, I promise.”

“Will you show me around first?”
she asked, almost like a kid in a candy store. “I have only seen two rooms in
the house.”

“Yeah, why not?”

 He grabbed her hand and led
her down the hall of the “playhouse” floor. He showed her an entire room full
of awards first. She was amazed at how full the shelves were, lined with award
after award. Her eyes scanned the wall, landing on his first platinum record,
then his second, then his third. She pointed and said boldly, “This is my
favorite.”

He turned to her, as if what she
said was fascinating, and waited to hear more.

“I love
Scathed
. But this
one,” she pointed to number four, “is a close second. I listened to this
driving cross country, I fucking love it.”

She turned to him, pleased with her
choices, and he just studied her, staring at her. He grabbed her hand again and
they walked to another room, a study filled with thousands of books.

“Holy shit!” She didn’t bother to
hide her shock; it looked like the world’s largest private library.

“And, how much time do you spend in
here?” she teased, but she knew better, he was very well educated,
self-educated, really. Jordy knew from his lyrics, he had been in and out of
juvenile detention for the better part of his teens.

He was a petty thief until he was
discovered by Tunez.

He was no dummy.

His lyrics were nothing short of
genius.

“None,” he said, “It came with the
house, and I left it this way.”

“If you think I don’t know how
intelligent you really are, you are wrong,” she said.

“Come on, Tite, the whole fucking
world knows how smart you are, but sophisticated as well? A university library
and an English manor might surprise a few people,” she teased.

She browsed through the books.

“Gone With the Wind?”

She snickered and looked at him
with raised eyebrows.

“With the house,” he said,
defensively.

“Living in an English manor,
reading Gone with the Wind.”

She started laughing, louder now.

Suddenly, he was behind her.

 “Careful, Jordy.”

He put his hands on her chest,
beneath her dress, and started to stroke the skin below her nipples. He
continued until she was hot and bothered and suddenly stopped.

She looked up to see why he had
stopped so suddenly and saw Tracey. She looked almost irritated with him.

“Today is the day. You told me…”
She cut herself off, looking at Jordy, almost disgusted with what she had just
seen.

“Well, I told you wrong then,
didn’t I?”

He snapped in Jordy’s ear,
intending the venom for Tracey.

“Who the fuck let you in?” he
asked, almost violent at this point.

“J…J…Jessie,” she stammered.

Good, Jordy thought, I am not the
only one who develops a stutter when around him. And, I am not the only one he
is screwing.

Jordy felt the worst pang of jealousy
she had ever felt in her life and smashed it down quickly. He is a rap
superstar, Jordy. He has to have had seen at least a thousand asses by now. You
knew she was screwing someone in that studio, just not the one you were
screwing too. Jordy’s eyes scanned her up and down.

Damn, she was perfect. She had a
perfect face, perfect hair and body to match.

She was prettier than Jordy and she
knew it.

This woman looked like a
supermodel.

Jordy immediately wanted another
Xanax.

She turned to Tite, who was still
holding her from behind, smiled at him and said, “Excuse me.”

She smiled at Tracey and left the
room. She hauled ass down the hall and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, then
immediately back into her dress. She wasn’t letting anyone know how insecure
she felt.

She popped one Xanax and picked up
her phone.

Four new text messages.

Chip told me you were off all week!

Girl, hit me up!
 

Shit, she forgot Chip and Angie ran
in the same circles.

The next one from Jenny.

Here for ya anytime. I like lunch money
.

 Jordy rolled her eyes.

A text from Tony.

Now he’s fucked. I will throw a little
wrench in your party
.

 Oh God, Jordy thought.

 The last, from her boss.

Jordy, we hope you are enjoying yourself,
looks like the renovations will extend until Tuesday, see you then
.

Fuck
, Jordy
thought,
now I have to deal with this
!

She texted Angie back.

I am at a conference to keep my license,
I will call you soon
.

To Jenny, she replied:

Thanks again, girl.

I will SEE you soon
.

She had to keep that relationship
good.

She was finding herself more and
more pleased with the drug and how it helped her cope with the day to day with
Tite.

How many had she taken today?

4 or 5?

To Tony, she replied boldly:

Act however you want to,

nothing
will work
.

She knew it was a kick in the teeth
but she was pissed at him anyway for acting like a fool.

Really?

Was he fucking crazy going after
Tite?

To her boss, she responded with:

Okay, boss, hope it’s all going well.

See you then
.

“Tracey, you knew I was with
Jordy!” he seethed.

“If you just started a fucking
fire, I will be done with you, bitch.”

He emphasized the last four words.

“Personally or professionally?” she
said, in a joking manner, but she was scared out of her mind.

“You think I won’t get rid of you
altogether? Don’t think Tracey, it’s too hard for you; get the fuck out, now.
Consider yourself on leave
personally
and uninvited over here until
further notice and as for
professionally
, you are free to go back to
work.”

“Alright, Tite. Jessie is
downstairs. There’s some serious shit he needs to talk to you about,” she said
with a sigh.

She turned around and walked out
without putting up any sort of fight.

“Stupid bitch,” he said, loud
enough for her to hear.

She paused in the doorway and then
kept walking.

This is exactly why he didn’t let
bitches get close to him.

Tracey knew Jordy would be with
him.

Fucking bitch.

They were all like that and he had
never met an exception.

EVER.

 Jordy definitely had that
tendency. He saw it in the bedroom when she taunted him earlier. He didn’t
think she knew he was fucking Tracey, but if she started acting like it, and
asking questions, she was going home.

He had had his limit of shit for
the day and it had just begun.

He walked downstairs to meet
Jessie.

Jordy changed back into her jeans
and a new designer t-shirt and decided to go barefoot. She could give a fuck
less what anyone thought.

Being in that dress made her feel
like a slut, caught by a slut.