Money Makin' (Completed)

23.

Zuria and Mitch in the MM.

Zuria

I stood there in complete shock as Mitch came out of the back with his friends right beside him.

"Aight. Who first?" He asked, looking over at all of us girls in line and I stood there not even able to move. My body had went into shock.

I had to be getting punk'd right now.

"Me."

"No, me. I'm first."

"No, pick me!" Girls began to beg desperately and I watched as a smirk slowly appeared on his cocky ass face.

"Aight. We gon' choose who goes first."

"All y'all gon' head and get back on the wall." He said as we all did as told and I couldn't help but to look over to Retta who was just as shocked as I was.

"Bitch." Was all she said with wide eyes and a smile, she obviously thought this was funny but I didn't find any of this entertaining.

Looking down at what I had on and what was going on around me, I couldn't help but to feel even more uncomfortable now.

This was extremely humiliating.

"Chile, do y'all see the owner's tall fine ass?" Keisha went on to say beside me and I couldn't help but to shake my head.

"Girl, yes. Them bitches down there keep talking about getting with him." Tia rolled her eyes.

"Bitch please, that nigga is mine." She went on

"Rich nigga, eight figure, that's my type." Keisha began to twerk playfully and I honestly couldn't even stomach this.

Hearing these women talk about him like this and even being here right now was completely embarrassing.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Zuria, look. I think they just noticed you."

"Oh my god. Look, bitch. I think they just snitched." Retta tapped me frantically as I looked up and Mitch's friends were telling him something before they pointed and Mitch's eyes landed directly on me.

When they did, I just wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Mitch looked at me with a look I'd never even seen before, never in the ten years of me being with him, not even when he'd found out about my lies.

The look he gave me was a cold one, a death stare.

"Retta, I think I'm going to-"

"Zuria?!" Mitch snapped out, scaring me as the room went completely silent. Retta's eyes went wide as she tucked her lips to keep from bursting into laughter.

Slowly standing to my feet, I looked around as all eyes were on me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say and I definitely didn't know how to feel.

I watched as Mitch stood to his feet and looked at me again for a long while before he walked off. And I knew that meant follow him but I couldn't, I was too scared to.

"She know him?" I heard some of the girls behind me beginning to whisper.

"I think that's his ex."

"No, that's his girlfriend." Someone else corrected.

"Oh shit." They all went on, making up assumptions about things they didn't even know about.

"Yo, Z.."

"Mitch want you in the back." Jay went onto say as I finally gained the courage and dragged my feet toward the back.

I was so embarrassed in this moment, I didn't think things could get any worse but obviously I'd thought too soon as Mitch pulled me into the room as soon as I'd made it there.

He slammed the door closed, making me jump hard as I stood there nervously, now leaning onto the wall. I watched him as he looked at me with those dead eyes again before he looked away then down at what I was wearing.

"Yo, Zuria." He started before chuckling, looking down.

"Bro, I know you fuckin' playing with me right now."

"I know you ain't standin' here right now, in my face with-" He started but stopped, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Mitch-"

"I know you fuckin' playing with me right now!" He yelled, cutting my off as I stood there, biting my lip nervously.

"Just let me talk-"

"Bro, why the fuck is you here? You strip now?"

"You a fuckin' stripper now?!" He went on, not even letting me get a word out.

"And you dressed like this in front of these niggas, in front of my niggas!" He went on as I stood there, becoming fed up, considering a bunch of other girls were here doing the same exact thing but he wanted to single me out.

"Why you here, bro?" He asked now, finally giving me the chance to speak.

"Are you going to let me ta-"

"Talk, bro!" He spat, cutting me off again as I stood there with my back pressed to the wall as he stood there, towering over me.

"I didn't know you owned this place and I only came here with Retta to be a bottle girl, Mitch." I finally got the chance to explain myself as he stood there, obviously not giving a fuck about my reasoning.

"A bottle girl?" He furrowed his eyebrows, licking his lips angrily.

"So you do shit like this now? This what the fuck you want to do?" He went on, crucifying me as if he wasn't hiring other girls for the exact same position.

"What else am I supposed to do, Mitch? I have to make money, I don't any money." I argued my case.

"I gave you money, bro! Where the fuck it's at?!"

"You know damn well where it is. I spent it on trying to pay bills for the house then you decided to sell it!" I screamed at him as he stood there in my face as if he didn't know what he'd did to me.

It's been five months but his dumb ass still effected me this way.

"Don't play stupid, Mitch. You left me high and dry with nothing so don't get mad because I'm trying to do better for myself."

"Better?" He scoffed, looking at me in disgust.

"So you really gon' come here in my fuckin' face, in front of my niggas, in front of my employees and act like a fuckin' hoe?" He snapped at me again as I pushed him away from him and tried to leave.

I was done hearing this shit. I didn't have to take anymore. Fuck this and fuck him.

Grabbing me roughly, he yanked me back to him before I could leave and he pushed me back onto the wall. I couldn't help but to be embarrassed because I knew all of the people outside of this room could hear what was going on and honestly I hated every moment of this.

I just wanted to get out of here.

Blocking me in place as he held me on the wall, he looked into my eyes as we stood there saying nothing.

"Sit the fuck down, Zuria." He finally said and I shook my head.

"No, I'm leav-"

"Sit the fuck down, Zuria!" He screamed, cutting me off as I rolled my eyes, doing what he said.

I'd sat down on the small couch in the room before he pulled his hoodie over his head and roughly threw it at me.

"Put that shit on, bro. I'a be back." He spat to me as he walked out of the room.

"Got me fucked up, yo." I heard him say as he slammed the door shut.

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