The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter III

The Hills- The Weeknd

It had been a busy day at work and Monica had been meeting with clients and new people about their financial issues and the thing she had learned most from working at her family's dreaded company for a week was that majority of the customers were complete dumbasses. The job sucked and Monica wanted to go home more than anything in the world.

"Monica, I am sending a client into your office now," Christina, the receptionist, chirped into the phone. Great. Another pathetic person that didn't know shit about finance. Monica touched up her hair and booted up her computer, ready to face whatever the client had for her.

"Mrs. James, wonderful to see you!" The man's voice that sounded so familiar chirped at her from the doorway. Monica swiveled around in her chair to face Russell.

"Why today? Why me?" She meant to ask inside her head but it came out loud. She covered her mouth, but then added a soft smile. Russell moved into her office, closing the door behind him, making Monica's nerves grow. He sat down across from her computer. "What can I help you with today, Mister Westbrook?" She asked through clenched teeth. She didn't care for Russell much, but there was something about him that made her find him intriguing.

"Someone hit my car, it's a Bentley," He clarified, giving Monica a devilish grin. "The god awful woman that crashed into my car refuses to pay for it. I think I need a lawyer to force her to pay for it."

"I don't think you do, Mister Westbrook," Monica added a charming smile for effect. "Maybe the woman had a good reason to why she can't pay it. She may be in some real trouble." Russell leaned forward toward Monica, a smirk played on his face.

"She's about to be in real trouble," Russell noted. "I already gave her an alternative." He added another soft smile Monica's way. She bit the inside of her lower lip, sending a glare to Russell.

"She probably just doesn't want to do that because she has another man in the picture," Monica smirked to Russell who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"And I think the man already made it quite clear, he doesn't care," Russell added another smirk. This was going to be an everlasting game between the two.

"Russell, please," Monica said, breaking their third person character game, "I have work to do. I don't have time to be fooling around with your games."

"Games? You hit my damn car!" Monica eyed the door, even though they both knew it was closed and no one could hear them.

"Russell, I have too much respect for myself and my boyfriend, to do what you are asking," Monica shook her head, denying Russell's request. She kept her eyes away from the man, for if she looked him in the eye, she would give in. Something about Russell made her stomach churn with lust. She wanted to feel him. "Besides, you're quite cocky for a man I just met. Thinking I'm going to bow down to you? Get on my knees for you? Right away? You're used to hanging around the real sluts in the town, aren't you?" Monica bit, trying to hurt him. Monica never knew she would hit a soft spot with Russell. The first of many.

Russell sat down to face Monica, on the same level. I was silent for a few moments, Monica still staring at the floor, avoiding his gaze, and Russell studying her thick frame.

"My girlfriend and I actually broke up, um, a few months ago," He opened up. Monica wasn't into having story time with Russell Westbrook, but it was better than doing this dreaded accounting work.

"I thought you didn't date," Monica laughed and shook her head, taking a sip from her now-cold coffee.

"After her, probably never again," Russell's voice was hard and serious, which is why Monica felt oddly resentful for using such a light tone to what she said about Russell's dating habits. But that didn't stop her.

"You probably cheated on her," Monica snorted and shook her head. She looked up to meet Russell's gaze, but he looked away.

"She cheated on me, Monica," Russell's tone made Monica stiffen. His rough voice made her swallow with an uneasy feeling. But part of her wanted to hear Russell like this again. It intrigued her more than anything else. It drove Monica to piss Russell off even more.

"I wonder why," She murmured, picking at her black fingernail. "Because you're a dick."

"You don't fucking do that, you don't fucking cheat on people," Russell grumbled angrily. This angered Monica too.

"You're the biggest shithead hypocrite I know," Monica rolled her eyes with disgust, "You say that and then expect me to have sex with you when I have a boyfriend."

"That's different," Russell's voice grew louder, and rage filled Monica's veins. "Besides, I don't want to have sex with you. I want to fuck you, there's another difference."

"It's not different at all, I love my boyfriend," Monica confessed, lowering her voice. She didn't want anyone to hear, let alone her family about what happened and how she knew Russell Westbrook.

"Oh yeah, your superstar rapper boyfriend is probably cheating on you right now," Russell sneered, trying to hurt Monica's feelings.

"I hate you," Monica sneered, crossing her arms. "I fucking hate you. Can you leave?" Russell and Monica's eyes connected for a few moments, both of them tense. Russell stood up, looking like he was moving for the door, but ended up walking to Monica's chair. She didn't move, no matter how close he got. He bent down in front of her and looked into her eyes. Monica gulped nervously. He brought his finger up to her shoulder, tracing an unknown pattern. Electricity buzzed through Monica's body, making her shudder with delight. What was Russell doing to her? She didn't say anything to stop him. She didn't want him to stop. His finger swirled past her collarbone, and down her chest, she stared at her full breasts, he bit his bottom lip, then his finger moved down from her breasts, past her stomach and swirled on the inside of her thighs. Was this man trying to make her go crazy? He bit his lip, his finger swirling her inner thighs, and looked into her chocolate eyes. His eyes were dark. Monica's breath hitched and it felt like she couldn't take a breath.

"You're gonna hate me even more when I bend you over this desk, Monica..." He trailed off and snickered, noticing her total shock. He stood up and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "There's my number. I know where you work. I know your number." He plucked my business card from the desk. "Make a wise choice, Monica." He moved for the door and opened it, not before looking at her again, "Oh, and have a wonderful day."