Addicted 2 Moni(editing before completion for book publishing reason)

Trigger Warnings

Moni Pov

Ugggh! I'm so fucking bored.

I've walked around Wayne's condo like eight times. I done cleaned this place spotless, dusted twice, even organized his walk-in closet into five sections: casual, business casual, formal, classy, and club wear.

Wayne's only been gone for almost a week, but it feel like it's been a whole damn month. Every room I walk into still smells like him—his cologne, his wave gel, the faint scent of that coconut shea lotion he always puts on. His condo is sexy, just like him—sleek black marble counters, leather sectional, dark wood floors. Modern, smooth, masculine... every detail screams him. And now that I'm here, it feels like home too. I'm starting to see pieces of me in here—my bonnet on the nightstand, my robe hanging on the bathroom door, my pink slippers by the bed.

I walk to his dresser and start organizing his colognes, chains, and watches. I open the top drawer and see his boxers all jumbled up. I pull them out, start folding them neatly, then a little baggie falls out. I pick it up—it gotta be at least 80 grams of weed in there. I smile, then grab my phone to text him.

Me: Baby can I smoke some of your weed?

I head down the hall to the kitchen, grab a water from the fridge, then slide open the door to the little balcony area. It ain't as big as mine, but it's cute—private, quiet, just enough space to feel like I'm floating above the city. The apartment buildings around us light up the night like stars, and the highway in the distance looks like a river of headlights.

My phone chimes.

❤️💜My Heart💜❤️: You never gotta ask Queen👑. You know what's mine is yours.

I bite my lip and smile.

That's my baby. But I'm always gon ask anyway.

Me: okay King👑😘

I head back to his room, grab the papers out his nightstand, and start to roll up. I spark the blunt, lay back on the bed with a small glass ashtray beside me. I stare at the ceiling, blowing smoke slowly.

I can't wait to work with him—build something together. His dad really tried to play me like I ain't know what I was doing, but I'm the wrong one. If I don't know something, I learn. Period.

I close my eyes and let the high roll through me, slow and mellow. I'm relaxed, floating, breathing easy. I open my eyes and ash the blunt.

🚪🤛🏽🚪🤛🏽🚪🤛🏽

I sit up and walk to the door, blunt still in hand. I stand on my toes to peep through the hole.

It's that girl Wayne introduced me to a while back.

Pink robe. Bottle of Patron in hand.

I open the door, take the blunt out my mouth, and blow the smoke slow and steady right into the night air between us.

"Hey... is Dewayne here?" she smiles like she not standing here in a robe tryna play cute expecting to see my man. 

I look her over—robe tied loose, bottle swinging from her hand, lip gloss poppin.

"No, he not," I say real calm, real cool. I lean in the doorway, blowing smoke again. "You need me to leave him a message or something?"

"Oh, you his lil friend Harmony, right?" she asks, eyes dragging down my body. "How's the move-in going?"

"I'm his little girlfriend, Harmony," I say, flicking my eyes down at the big ass size 12 slides on my feet and the shirt that's practically a dress on me.