"all of a sudden my daddy issues be coming from nothin'

and it's sad that you wanna grab me

and I wouldn't let you, I shouldn't attack you."

Monét hadn't seen Mael in two days, he was so busy at work and she loved that. She didn't have to confront him about the night of the cookout.

Today was Day 7 and honestly, it was crunch time. She was almost done planning the wedding. Samael was handling what came with the honeymoon.

Unfortunately, she had to face Samael today to do a cake tasting. Rolling her eyes she checked the time realizing he was late. "Okay, we can get started"

As she said that Samael walked in with his usual mug, she wanted to be mad at him but the black suit he sported made her bite her lip. The freshly done plaits made her want to jump on him.

"Wassup baby girl." He sat next to her kissing her cheek. She wanted to push his head over but they were in public and she had no choice but to play along.

"You're late babe." Leaning over to hug him her lips were close to his ear and she whispered lowly "I'm doing this for you. Don't make me walk out this bitch." Kissing his cheek she looked at him and smiled.

" yo, step out." He looked at the owner of the bakery who quickly walked out the back room. Guess everyone was scared shitless of him.

"You walk out, you won't make it down the street. remember who the fuck I am Noelle." Gripping her jaw tightly he brought her into a kiss. "I will snap your fucking neck and the next bitch will be walking down the aisle in the dress you wanted and the wedding you planned. You're disposable. When I kill you, the next bitch will take your identity. Do you understand me?" Monét nodded her head, quickly wiping her tears away.

"You can come back!" Samael screamed loud enough and the woman walked back in. Their appointment went by quickly. For once Monét was speechless, she didn't have a joke, a comment or a laugh. This was something else she had picture to be a beautiful experience. With the love of her life, but instead it was with Samael.

After the horrific appointment and putting on the act that she was happy, they were in her bedroom as she stared at the tv trying to figure out why Samael wouldn't leave her presence.

"Bora Bora or Thailand?" Samael looked over at her for a brief moment as she shrugged her shoulders "Bora Bora it is. Good choice baby."

Rolling her eyes, she was happy mentally because she always wanted to go to Bora Bora but she was so mad at him she didn't want to speak.

"You got bathing suits and shit?"

Monét stared ahead at the tv in her bedroom still not wanting to say anything to him "I got you something." Tossing his phone on the bed he rushed downstairs, coming back up with pink roses and a bunch of designer bags.

In reality, it shouldn't have been that easy for Monét to forgive him but as someone that came from nothing and grew up in a lower class family. Being sprinkled with luxury gifts meant a lot to her, she equated this to love. Samael knew it and he was going to use it to his advantage.

It was a manipulative move and her reaction to his gifts determined if he'd always apologize with gifts. Just so he could constantly get over on her.

"Oh my gosh, Mael." She bit her bottom lip, smiling wide. The thought of finally receiving flowers made butterflies come to her stomach. No man had ever gone out their way to spend gifts this price on her. She didn't realize that the money spent didn't put a dent in Mael's pocket, it was chump change. Standing up she jumped on him wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You forgive me?"

Monét was hesitant on answering that question. Did she forgive him? Nodding her head yes, he kissed her.

She wanted to stay mad at him so badly, but toxic men were her weakness. She fell for men that showed her endless amounts of attention. She in fact had daddy issues. She couldn't differentiate between healthy behaviors and toxic behaviors in men. When it came to Samael she was blind. She was going to accept her life and be with the man that had wanted her more than anyone around her.

She was adjusting and accepting. Though it was only the 7th day, she found a way to cope with her situation. Samael had went out his way, spending buku money just so he could marry her. That's romantic... right?

He had kidnapped her so they could spend the rest of their life together. That was something she'd should appreciate. Kissing his lips she forced a smile on her face. "Don't grab me like that again cause next time we're going to be fighting. No cap." She stared at him, looking away for a brief moment.

"I'm not giving you a reason to be mad at me again. We locked in baby girl." Tapping her butt twice she moved her arms from him "We going out with Dess and Isaiah tonight. It's a club."

Nodding her head she began prepping. She had to switch her wig, do her make up find an outfit.

@noelle.xo: pretty for his image, good for his soul.

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@1dessdior: Rich with an attitude, RWA.

@noelle.xo: TOP NOTCH BITCH.

@bandhuntaizzy: my heart 💙

@random: not flexing with her nigga money.

@noelle.xo: @random it's you not having a nigga or money for me.

Monét and Dess each held a bottle of 1942 in their hand, standing on the couches of the VIP area. Samael and Izzy had stepped away to handle business.

IDGAF by Kentheman blasted through the club, she was real underrated but Monét didn't care, she just loved female artist. She supported most of them.

"I GOT A NIGGA NAMED MARCUS SAID IM BREAKING HIS HEART, HE JUST WANT A LITTLE TIME BUT I BE PLAYING THE PART." Tilting the bottle back she drank some of the 1942. She was quickly snatched down off the couch.

"What the fuck is you on bro?" She pushed Samael hand off of her. "Stop grabbing me the fuck up!"

Monét was the happiest drunk ever, she didn't fight when she was on white. She just wanted to have sex each time. If you were able to get her angry while being drunk then you were the problem.

"You came to the club in that half ass shirt, I let you pass I ain't say shit to you but your fucking titty bout to pop out. Get it together quickly Monét before I drag you out this bitch by your lace front."

Monét calmed down quickly, understanding why he was mad that her breast was about to be front view to the VIP section, but he didn't have to snatch her up the way that he did.

"Just calm down and talk to me like a normal human being. I'm not a child Samael." Biting down on his lip, he leaned in closer to her kissing her lips.

"I'm sorry." He whispered lowly so no one could hear. She was seconds from telling him to apologize out loud since he embarrassed her in public but instead she wanted to finish enjoying her time. Samael took a seat pulling Monét into his lap.

Back in Blood played through the speaker and she and Dess both rapped. Placing the bottle to Samael lips he drank some of the 1942.

"POOH SHIESTY, THATS MY DAWG, BUT, POOH, YOU KNOW IM REALLY SHIESTY!"

"My nigga" Samael joined in to finish her verse.

The Bottle Girl walked past Izzy called out for her ordering more bottles for their section.

Monét leaned back into Samael "I want some dick tonight. Show me what my future husband about" Samael entangled his hands into her hair pulling on it slightly biting her neck. Monét moaned out, her teeth embedded in between her lips.

"Aye, none of that nasty shit in here. We all in the same section." Izzy fanned them off.

"One day imma beat up ass Izzy." Monét playfully mugged him. She had grown to also kinda like Izzy, he played around equally as much as she did.

"You stop at my kneecaps my g." Izzy shot back at her.

"How you the only one that survived the mass extinction of dinosaurs?" Izzy bucked at her causing her to laugh out loud.

Honestly, she was clearly joking. She did think Izzy was very attractive. She couldn't lie about it. However, their relationship gave very much Martin and Pam with less funnier jokes.

"Y'all get on my nerves" Dess laughed at him, she stopped when Crybaby by Megan came on.

Dropping to the floor she rocked her hips back and forth, Izzy softly kicked her over "You and Monét wanna get shot so bad." Dess busted out laughing standing up from the floor, she mushed Izzy's head sitting back on his lap.

Samael grabbed the bottle of Henny, Izzy grabbed the bottle of Patron and Monét and Dess held their 1942 bottle.

"To the Joneses." The each clinked their bottle together and took a shot of their drinks.

For once Monét didn't feel like the black sheep. Samael mother loved her, Dess and she conversed all day long. If they weren't around each other they were texting or on FaceTime. It was a natural friendship that she's happy she'd given it a try and as for she and Samael. She was going to see how well it worked out. She wasn't missing out on anything in her everyday life, she had no one that TRULY showed her a real family.

She was living in this and her sadness was slowly turning into happiness. She was protected.

She felt like this may have been where she belonged. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.

If only Monét knew the moment she was officially apart of the Jones family she would run into a world of toxicness, pain, suffering and danger. What seemed like Heaven at the moment would quickly turn into Hell.

Her normal life was soon to spiral when dealing with the Jones family.

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