My Man, My Money

"Where the fuck is my money?" I hissed dragging my two fingers across the front edge of my desk, flicking them of nothing. He gulped looking at the ground, avoiding my eyes, beads of sweat falling from his head. The unanswered question hung in the air making it thicker with every passing second. I walked over grabbing his jaw with my thumb and index finger pulling his face up to look me in my eyes. I leaned in hissing in his ear, "Bitch you better have my money." For if he didn't all hell was going to break loose. I needed that money for it was the the one thing that was going to lead me back to my man.

Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna