Page 11 of The Millionaire Mortician

W hen I walked into the restaurant and saw Milan hadn’t beaten me there like last time, I was sort of disappointed. I didn’t let that take over my mood, though. It was childish. I just prayed he’d show up soon since I told him a specific time, and he didn’t contest it.

By the time I sat down, the server came right over, introduced herself, and took my drink order. I thought about ordering his favorite Don Julio on the rocks, but I didn’t want it to get watered down if he decided to take longer than expected.

While waiting, I checked out the photos from the grand opening that the photographer had sent me earlier that day.

I was so busy at the salon that I didn’t have time to look at them.

The downtime that presented itself was definitely beneficial.

A smile couldn’t help but grace my face as I swiped left, looking at the photos.

Everything was top of the line, and everyone looked happy and excited. It was just perfect all around.

Shortly after, the server came with my drink and set it in front of me. I twirled the little straw, mixing the contents inside, and then took a sip. Once I gave her the approval, she smiled and took off.

Reverting my attention to the photos, I came across the ones with Milan and me. We really looked good together. In my mind, Beyonce and Jay Z ain’t have shit on us. We were realistic goals that our black community could achieve in a decent amount of time.

With Milan on my mind, I glanced at the time on my phone, which read 8:38 p.m .

I frown at the fact that he hadn’t yet reached out or even had the courtesy to call or send a message on why he was late.

Suddenly, I felt myself about to crash out.

I hit call next to his name without wasting another second.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Milan’s phone rang out and went to voicemail. I then tried his business phone and got the same results. Before I could think, the server returned with the same preppy smile on her face that I wanted to wipe off at that moment.

“Are you ready to order?” she inquired with his pen to her pad.

I exhaled and grabbed the menu. Knowing what he liked, I decided to order both of our meals. At least by the time he arrived, it would be now coming out or already on the table.

As I rattled off our order, she wrote it down. I also told her to bring me another drink since mine was almost finished. She nodded and took off once again.

The minute she was gone, I tried calling both of Milan’s phones again but got the same result — no answer. That’s when I felt I needed to try other efforts and reach out to Maverick. If it were anyone else who would know where Milan was, it would be his twin brother.

Ring. Ring.

Maverick’s phone only rang twice and went straight to voicemail. What the fuck is going on? I thought to myself. I tried another time. It rang once and went to voicemail.

Frustration started to bubble inside of me because where the fuck was Milan? I knew there were times when he couldn’t get to the phone right away, but it was nine o’clock when I checked the time again. That wasn’t his type of behavior. That’s when my anger turned into worry.

Where’s my man?

Twenty minutes passed, and the food finally came out. I covered Milan’s plate with a cloth napkin and started to eat mine slowly. My appetite literally slipped away every minute that passed by and I didn’t hear from him. Before I knew it, I waved the server down to assist me.

“Hi, can you please bring boxes for everything? And bring the check, please,” I requested.

I’d had enough of sitting in a nice restaurant, looking good as fuck, with just myself. Milan better had been hurt or dead somewhere in a ditch because no other explanation would’ve been valid enough for why he stood me up. The shit was downright embarrassing.

The server hurried back with urgency, with the boxes and bags in her hand. She also set the bill in front of me. I believe she caught on to my energy and felt sorry for me. The way she moved and her sympathetic facial expression told it all.

While I boxed up the food, she ran off with my card. Not long after, she returned, helping me with the rest. I tipped her $150, and her face lit up.

“Thank you so much,” she sang.

“You’re most welcome. Get yo’ money, boo.” I winked at her as I stood up to leave.

Grabbing everything, I made my way out of the restaurant and to the valet to get my truck. Once inside, I put that baby in drive and peeled off in the direction of home.

While sleeping, I felt hands roaming my body, but I instantly thought I was dreaming, so I didn’t fully wake up. It was when a whole dick slid into me, sending shivers down my spine, that my eyes bucked open. The smell of Milan’s scent instantly made me weak.

I was supposed to be mad at him, but at that moment, I was just happy he was well and alive. Plus, my coochie had feelings outside of my head and heart, and clearly, she won that battle.

“Milan,” I moaned half asleep, as he held onto me tight while moving at a slow pace.

“Mmmhmm,” he groaned in my ear.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” I whispered.

With those words, he started to speed up just a little more. Milan had one hand holding me by the throat as he hit my spot with his curve every single time. Eventually, I started to fuck back, making our skin slap loudly.

In one swift motion, Milan pulled out and turned me over on my stomach. As soon as he raised me off the bed where I was on all fours, he entered me without warning, causing me to arch my back. My body shook vigorously at the action.

“Shit,” he growled, going pound for pound.

I clenched the sheets as I looked back at him at work. He gripped me firmly by my ass cheeks while he bit down on his lips. Spreading them more, he dug deep in, making me feel him in my stomach.

For a moment, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me closer to him, where his chest was on my back and his mouth was by my ear.

“You ever give this shit away, I’ll kill you,” he stated softly but sternly.

I wasn’t sure if to be scared or to find it territorial and sexy.

Once he let me go, I dropped my face into the pillows with my chest on the bed, ass all in the air. He took advantage of the position and went in. Taking all the painful strokes, I found pleasure in them all.

After a good amount of time of him attacking my pussy as always, I finally felt his dick pulsating inside of me. I was at the peak of my third orgasm, so it was right on time.

“I’m ‘boutta cum, bae,” I cried.

“Cum with me, shorty.”

Then it happened. I creamed all over his dick, then he shot his kids all inside of me.

Milan stayed put for a moment, not yet pulling out as we caught our breath. Finally, when he did, he dropped onto the bed with his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Where were you?” I questioned now that I was satisfied.

He took a deep breath in and let it out. “Things got really hectic at work. I couldn’t get to my phone. My fault, baby, I’m really sorry,” he explained.

I slid out of bed and went to take a quick shower. Not asking any further questions felt like the right thing to do, especially since we both weren’t problematic.

Deep down inside, though, I had a feeling he was cheating on me, but I couldn’t fully assume with no real evidence. Still, I knew that in due time, everything would come to light.

The following morning, I woke up early and got myself together to leave the house before Milan even woke up.

I wasn’t feeling him or his actions, so I knew avoiding him would’ve been the best thing at that point.

Unfortunately, I sucked at keeping a poker face, so he would’ve been asking me all kinds of questions as if I was the one who stood him up the night before or was moving crazy.

As I arrived at the salon, I opened up and began preparing for the busy day ahead. I had a good amount of appointments with room to take a few walk-ins if time permitted. Not long after I arrived, Talina slid in with some good energy that I needed rubbed off on me.

“Good morning, babyyy,” she sang, handing me an iced coffee the way I liked it.

I smiled. “Good morning, love. Thank you,” I replied.

The salon was due to open within the next half hour. With everything in place, we sat back in the chairs, relaxed, and got mentally prepared for the day.

“Are you okay? I feel an energy coming off you. It ain’t right though,” Lina read me.

I looked at her as I took a sip, thinking whether to mention what happened or keep it between Milan and me. Against my better judgment, I felt compelled to vent.

“He stood me up at dinner, then came home later and fucked me like he was trying to make up for something wild,” I confessed.

Talina’s eyes bucked. “He didn’t make dinner?” She covered her mouth with her hand.

I shook my head no. “Calls and texts went unanswered. I couldn’t even get onto Maverick.”

“Nah, that sounds fishy as hell. Has he ever cheated on you?” she asked the question I had been asking myself.

“Nope. Not to my knowledge. Milan seemed to have always been all about work and me,” I defended him.

Talina curled her lip and shot me a knowing look. “If you say so.”

We talked for a little while longer, switching subjects, since I felt like I was starting to overthink everything.

Before I knew it, other stylists arrived, and clients began walking in. I had a nine a.m. appointment scheduled with a new client. Looking at the time, I expected them to be there any moment. To kill time, I just sat there and scrolled through Instagram.

I was only on my second like when a heavyset, fair-skinned man walked through the doors. He had tattoos all over his neck and arms. I wasn’t one to size up another man because I had everything I needed within Milan, but that man’s energy just drew me to him for some reason.

He was talking to our receptionist, Rachel, at the door. I then saw her pointing my way. My eyebrows instantly raised before she called me over.

“Hi, good morning, welcome to Dai’s Do’s,” I greeted him. “What’s up, Rach?”

“This is your nine o’clock appointment, Fabian,” she informed me.

I swallowed hard and froze still for a moment. “Oh, okay then. Follow me.” I guided him to my station. On the way there, I not only felt Talina’s eyes on us, but I felt his on my back.

Gesturing for him to take a seat, I then covered him with my customized cape and got him settled.

“Low fade, correct?” I wanted to confirm what I saw in the booking form.

He nodded without saying a word.

Wasting no time, I jumped right into getting him right. With precision, I cut, I lined and shaped him up right. His textured hair was nice, making the process smoother and faster.

While trimming, I couldn’t ignore how good his scent was. I loved it when a man smelled good. It was one of the best things about Milan. He always looked and smelled good as hell.

A little under an hour later, I was finished and brushing him off.

“Thanks for your business. I hope you come again,” I stated as he stood.

Hovering over me, he looked down with lustful eyes. “I have a barber, but because he was out of town, he referred me to you.” He started to look at himself in the mirror, admiring my work. “But I might have to spin the block, regardless.” He nodded.

I extended my hand for him to shake. “I appreciate it.”

Instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it. “No problem, beautiful. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He turned on his heels and made his way to the receptionist’s desk to pay for his cut.

Not knowing exactly how to feel, I stood there in complete shock. Looking over, I saw Talina watching everything with an amused facial expression.

As he walked out the door, he turned around once more and shot me a wink before completely disappearing.

You have a man. You have a man. I reminded myself.

Talina kept eyeing me with a smirk. I waved her ass off, then went to start on my next client.

It was three o’clock in the afternoon, and Lina and I were just walking back from having lunch in the area. The salon was busy as hell that morning, forcing us to push back our break. It was all worth it, though. Money was flowing, and clients were happy.

When we walked back into the salon, a bouquet of roses sat by my station. First thought, they were from my man, of course. I just figured he was trying to make up for the embarrassment from the night before.

“Awwwhhh, Milan is so sweet,” Talina cooed as we approached the roses.

I pulled the card that was attached to it. It read:

Thank you for not only providing a dope ass service, but for tugging at a nigga’s heartstrings. Your beauty and talent are refreshing. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day.

-Your new favorite client, Fabe.

Talina snatched the card out of my hand and started reading it with her mouth wide open. I stood there feeling butterflies for another man that wasn’t my own.

“Girl, he’s on yo’ ass heavy,” she gushed with excitement.

I shot her a look that made her calm down some. “He’s not Milan, though.” I took the card, ripped it up, and tossed it in the trash. “I’ll keep the roses, though.” I smelled them and smiled.

“It doesn’t hurt to have friends, Dai. Plus, technically, you’re single until you’re married,” Talina exaggerated.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I should definitely take advice from my best friend, who doesn’t even like to commit.” I shot her another look, then made my way to my office in the back.

Between last night and today, it's been a lot. I just wish it were my man who sent me those roses.