10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace (Caselli Family Book 1)

Since Wonder started sleeping in the bed with me, I couldn’t remember what it felt like to sleep alone. When I went on that two-day business trip, I tossed and turned all night wanting her next to me. Wanting to lay on her as she rubbed my beard while I fell asleep.

I had gone so long without affection from the opposite sex that this shit was better than sex. People confused affection with sex, and I had gotten plenty of sex through the years.

Never this.

Feeling a woman rub your beard while humming softly. Wonder was like melatonin because half the time I didn’t need my scotch to put me to sleep. Soon as I climbed into the bed with her, she opened her legs, allowing me to get between them and lay on her.

No words were ever exchanged because she was learning me. Her hands always found their way into my beard, and then she hummed the words to “Fire and Desire” or “Interference.” I only knew the second one because she was humming so hard, I thought she was about to have a heart attack, and then she told me the song.

Since Angelica, I closed my heart to ever allowing someone inside. I’ve had relationships throughout the years, and they never lasted. If you were not worthy than you were replaceable, and half the time those bitches were replaceable. I could find another one of them without even trying.

Stevie wasn’t.

I couldn’t go out there and find another her because there was only one of her. There wasn’t another woman that talked to herself and then answered herself. She always searched my eyes to see if I was alright.

Didn’t matter what we were talking about, she would pause and search my eyes. At first, I didn’t understand what she was doing until I caught myself doing the same when I looked into hers. I always wanted to know if she was alright, and I never gave a fuck what anybody was feeling.

The whole purpose of the stop in Paris wasn’t because the jet had problems. I was going to propose to Wonder. This shit started out on a rocky start, and because she didn’t want a typical wedding, I wanted her to have a proposal she would always remember.

A proposal that I had planned and didn’t use Jeffie in anything. Even when she tried, I locked her ass out of my email which nearly made her break out into hives. She didn’t know when it was happening until I told her to get the jet fueled.

Wonder didn’t give a fuck about the money I could blow on her. It was my time that meant more to her than the gifts and the money. I loved her little weird ass, and I wanted to make her happy.

As someone who could give a fuck about anybody’s happiness, mine included. When it came to Stevie’s happiness… I cared a whole fucking lot about hers. I loved to hear her laugh and see her smile. It was my favorite thing about her.

Damn.

I loved her little snort before she laughed more than anything. The thought of not having her with me drove me up the wall. Even now, I was laying on her and could feel her hand on me, and I was over here becoming angry at the thought of not having her with me.

Lifting my head, I watched as she slept. Her hair was always everywhere. A few pieces were in her face, as I slid between her legs and softly pecked her lips. After a few, her eyes fluttered and a smile came across that face.

“Morning, Mavie.” Her soft voice caressed my eardrums.

I kissed her lips again, as she roped her arms around my neck. “Morning, Wonder.”

“I’m gonna need you to leave me alone ‘cause this is my quiet hour.” She yawned and then started to laugh.

Wonder couldn’t even keep quiet because she busted out laughing. “You ain’t gotta worry about that, I’m gonna be real quiet with what I’m gonna do to you.”

It was the sheepish grin that came across her face. “Doing that?”

“Uh huh,” I said as I sucked on her neck, and she held me tighter. “You ready for that, baby?”

“Yes,” she kissed my shoulder.

I lifted my head and searched her eyes, and she wanted this. It took nothing for me to pull her panties down and come out my briefs. I pulled her tank top from her body, as she lay in my arms naked.

Her full breast staring at me as she looked up at me with those beautiful fucking eyes. I remembered the first time that I saw her face, when that bag was removed from her face. Even then, never knowing anything other than her being Skyler’s cousin, I was drawn to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… absolutely nothing, baby.”

“Sure?”

She was so pure, untouched. Nobody has had her, only me. There wasn’t another man on this planet that could say he touched my wife.

It was like she was preserved for me. I was supposed to take her virginity and love her. “Positive. You want me to take your virginity, Stevie? I need to hear you tell me, baby.”

She reached up and kissed my lips slowly. “I want… you… to… take… my virginity, Mavie.”

The shades were wide open with the sun crashing into the room because she wanted me to keep the shades opened and the music playing through the night. Shit like that would have usually set me off, and with her it didn’t matter.

Yeah, I spent a little time trying to get to sleep, but I would do it again for Wonder. She could ask me to kidnap the Pope, and I would be on my way to the Vatican with my sheisty mask ready to grab that old man.

There were no bounds when it came to how far I would go for this woman. I kissed her neck, working my way down to her breast. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I rotated between both of them as she squirmed.

My hand made its way down to her opening, feeling how wet she was for me. Her legs widened for me as I massaged her pussy before inserting a finger inside of her. She gasped when I added another finger.

“Mavie,” she moaned.

“What up? Tell me something, Wonder.”

“I wanna feel you inside of me, Mavie… you’ll go slow?”

I kissed her lips. “The slowest. You feel how wet you are for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Ain’t nobody ever going to experience this, right?”

“No, Mavie.”

I sucked her lip. “Stevie, I will kill a nigga for even looking your way.”

She stared me in the eyes. “I know, Mavie.”

My ass wanted to go back to the warehouse and beat every last one of my workers for even calling her beautiful. I don’t give a fuck if I asked the question or not, either. I was a conflicted nigga because I wanted the world to see how beautiful my wife was, at the same time I wanted to end whoever even thought she was.

I stared down at her as my dick teased her opening, ready to push myself into her. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“K.”

This was her first time. As much as I wanted to fuck her in the sauna that day, she deserved better. Any other bitch would have gotten fucked wherever I wanted, not her. I took her out the country to lose her virginity.

If anything came out of this, I wanted to say I conceived my baby in Paris with my wife. Distracting her, I sucked on her lips and kissed on her neck as I pushed myself into her slowly.

Slowly…

Inch by inch, I pushed myself into her trying not to fucking cry myself. She was so tight, as she held onto my shoulder, as I continued to push into her. I felt her body tense up and paused.

She stared into my eyes with watery eyes. “I can stop, baby. Tell me you want me to stop, and we can try again another time,” I kissed her cheek, letting her know it was alright.

“No, keep going… please.”

I kissed her lips, tasting her salty tears. “Tell me why you crying?”

“I really love you, Maverick. You taking my virginity means something to me. I’ve held onto it my whole life, and you are who I want to give it to. You defended it before you even knew me. Never once tried to claim it as yours, baby. Mav, you protected me when you didn’t have to.”

She reached up with both her hands and wiped my face. “Fuck, Wonder, you got me crying in some pussy.”

“I am not any pussy, Mitchell.” She screwed her face up.

Kissing her lips, I said, “Nah, you not… you’re my wife. Ain’t no other pussy out there like this one.”

She held onto my shoulders as I continued to push further into her. Her teeth bit down on my bottom lip as I slowly pulled out and pushed back inside of her while she maneuvered her body for me to fit.

It was so tight that I was second guessing who the virgin was. I was about to nut already, and we hadn’t even gotten anywhere. “You gotta talk to me, baby… how that feel?”

“It hurts a little, but not bad.”

“It’s gonna hurt before it feels good, okay?” I kissed her neck, as she squeezed my neck and allowed me to continue stretching her out.

“Relax your body, you too tense, the worst is over… I already popped that cherry.” I roughly kissed her lips, and she reached up to kiss me again.

This wasn’t the time to break her back and have her screaming my name. She wanted this to happen, and I was honored that she wanted to give it to me. It was a fucking honor for a woman to want to give a man anything.

That was the reason I got pissed when men thought they could take or do shit to women. Like their bodies belonged to them and they had the right to make decisions over them. Even homie that did what he did to Zoya. She thought you were worthy of having her in that way, and you went and betrayed her.

When Priscilla offered my baby’s virginity up on a platter to save her own life, it wasn’t hers to fucking offer. Like she had the right to offer it out. Like Stevie’s feelings didn’t matter. I watched her father, and although he didn’t know it was Stevie at first, he would have gotten on board, too. She never had anyone to protect her since her mother passed, and I was stepping into that space for her.

“You are the most precious thing to me, Stevie Caselli.” Removing that man’s name from hers was the first order of business for me.

She was always meant to be a Caselli, even before I had met her. I wasn’t heavy into signs like she was, but I knew my parents sent her to me. They knew I needed her, and because they couldn’t be here, they sent her in their place.

“You’re so big, Maverick,” she adjusted her body again.

I rolled over on my back and put her on top of me. She held onto my chest as she lowered herself down onto me. “You gonna be taking this dick like a pro’ real soon,” I gritted, feeling like she had my dick in a vice grip.

Holding my chest, she moved slowly. “I’m not ready to ride it, baby.”

I kissed her hands as I rubbed her breast and then held her waist. “I’m on your time, Wonder. You can go as slow as you need to… like this, nice and slow. Unclench your shoulders and get out your head.”

She followed my advice and slowly started riding my dick. Her breast slowly bounced up and down as she stared down at me to see if she was doing it right. I continued to hold her waist and directed her on how to ride.

“Hmm,” the pain she felt was slowly fading and she was starting to feel good.

Her curly hair was all over her head as her breast slapped against her chest and her nails dug into my chest the more she moved. “Fuck, yeah… look at you fucking in front of the tower… you look so fucking sexy, Wonder.”

“I do.”

“Fuck!” I slapped her ass, and she moaned. “You like that shit?”

“Uh hmm,” she leaned down and started sucking on my lips before I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Holding her hips, I slammed her down onto my dick while we continued to suck on each other’s tongues.

“Shit, Wonder… pussy so fucking good… shit… fuck.” I gripped her ass and slammed her down each time, and she moaned out.

Her curls tickled my nose as she continued to kiss on my neck while I finished the job for her. I felt myself about to cum, and I looked at her, kissing her in the mouth. She leaned back up and bounced up and down while running her hands through her hair.

I flipped her back over and slid right into her while her mouth curved, and she scratched my back. “Why the fuck you so sexy, Wonder? Got me ready to lock yo’ ass in the closet… shit… you gonna cum for me baby?”

“Mavie… right there,” she cooed, as I lifted her leg, and started beating that pussy harder. I half expected her to be ready to tap out after, and she was massaging her breast, which had my dick about to explode.

“Pinch your nipples for me, baby,” I played with the other between my teeth as I continued to fuck the shit out of her.

“I’m right there, baby… I’m about to fucking…shit,” I didn’t finish my sentence because we both came at the same time.

Her arms hugged my neck as I kissed her face while I felt my dick releasing all my soldiers up in her. This wasn’t about Rahmeek and Ghost saying I needed an heir; it was about this woman carrying my name and legacy.

Two things I ain’t never gave a fuck about, but Stevie had to be the one to do it. I couldn’t see nobody else having that name, or carrying a stomach full of Menace Jr.

“Think I might name him Menace… Dennis maybe.” I kissed her neck, and she pulled her head back.

“Mitchell, you are really crazy. Why would you ever tell me you wanna lock me in a closet, and then name our kid Dennis the menace?”

I roughly kissed her lips. “Baby, you already knew I was crazy before I slid up in you. Shouldn’t have let me taste it… matter fact, lift your legs up so we know the sperm getting to the egg.”

“Maverick, please be serious,” she started laughing and hugged me around the neck, kissing me on the lips. “Mavie, you took my virginity.”

“Wonder, you gave it to me… put that shit in my pocket. Ain’t no getting away from me now… hear me?”

“Uh hmm, Mitchell.”

“You fucking heard me, Wanda.”

My dick was still in her and seeing that look she gave me had me getting hard again. When Stevie looked at me, you could see that her words weren’t just that. Everything she said, she meant that shit.

“I love you.”

She rubbed the side of my face. “And I love you.”

Recommendation: Listen to “Fire and Desire” by Rick James

After I had to spin the block and get some more, we got ready for the day. All she kept talking about last night was the damn museum and how important it was to see the Mona Lisa in person. The funny looking bitch wasn’t even that fire for people to be coming from all over the world to see her.

Since I wanted to do anything that Wonder wanted, I made some calls and was able to shut the Louvre down for the day. The last time some shit like that happened was when Beyoncé and Jay-Z shut it down to shoot their video.

The Parisian man on the phone kept asking me what I wanted to film, and I almost told him that I wanted to bend my wife over in front of Mona Lisa and fuck the shit out of her, but I heard Jeffie’s voice in the back of my head.

After a little back and forth and a whole lot of money, I got that bitch shut down. I waited in the living room for her to finish getting ready. Wonder came out wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a beret.

The beret was a nonnegotiable apparently.

She had a crossbody bag on, and when she spun around, I wanted to tell her to take the pants back. Her ass was something in anything, but the way her ass was poking in those jeans was truly something else.

“You hate the outfit?”

“Nah. You look cute, Mama.”

She smiled. “Cargos… no sweats?”

I shrugged. “Figured I need to be dressed decent to see the Mona Lisa.”

I wore a pair of cargo pants, a T-shirt and my favorite pair of Chicago 1’s. Was the material from the cargos driving me up the wall? Yeah. I liked how sweats felt on my body and always had. For my baby I would wear a potatoes sack if she wanted me to.

“Prada sunglasses courtesy of your angry spending?”

She laughed. “Yes. It felt good to buy these for no damn reason, too… they go with my outfit.”

I walked over toward her and kissed her forehead. “You go with my outfit.”

“Now is the time for me to do my fake vlogging.” She pulled her phone out and recorded a little video introduction.

I peeped how she didn’t record me in her video and kissed her head. My baby knew that her man was a ghost, and that I only appeared when I was called. After she got her footage, we headed to the museum.

We held hands as we walked in the front, and she looked around confused. “Where are the people? I watch videos on this museum, and it gets so many visitors a day.”

Duke trailed behind us as we made our way into the museum, the man I had spoken to earlier was waiting for us. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Caselli, it’s an honor to have you with us today… we have tour guides if you would like one.”

“Are we the only people here today?”

“Yes madam, your husband has shut the museum down for you… a special lady.” He smiled a little too hard at her, and I looked at him, and he corrected his smile.

Wonder whipped around and stared at me with wide eyes. “A whole museum, Mavie?”

The man winked and then took off, leaving us alone. “I’ll shut the whole country down for you, Wonder.”

She hugged me and I kissed the top of her head, feeling her itchy ass beret against my skin. “We have so much ground to cover.” I watched as she took one of the maps.

I grew up in private schools, so they taught everything about the arts. I’ve even attended more than a few art auctions and bought pieces of art that I had no interest in. This wasn’t something I would have done with my time, but I wanted to be here and experience this with her.

How the fuck could I not be excited when she was over here doing her little stomping excitement dance because we were here? The man came from the other end, and he was talking to Wonder while me and Duke walked behind them.

Duke laughed and I looked over at him. “Care to share what’s so funny with the class, Duke?”

“I ain’t never seen you like this with a woman. Boss, you wanna be in Steve-o’s skin, and you not even like that.”

“She’s special… ain’t no one like her.” I watched as she laughed with the museum’s manager as he walked us through the museum.

He nodded his head in agreement. “You struggle with feeling like you don’t need love. I’m telling you that you need it, and you need her. She makes you a better person… calmer. Makes the house lighter.”

“Heard you.”

As we inched near the Mona Lisa, I became nervous. I rubbed my hands as we came near, and she grew more excited to see that picture. The ring in my pocket felt like a weight as we got closer.

“Mavie, do you hear that?” She stopped and looked around.

I pretended like I didn’t hear her favorite song playing throughout the museum. “Nah, what you hear?”

“‘Fire and Desire’… you don’t hear it, Duke?”

He looked around and then nodded his head. “Yeah, I hear it. Boss, you don’t hear it?”

I smiled. “How they know this is your favorite song?”

We were in front of the Mona Lisa, and she didn’t give a damn. She was trying to get to the bottom of how they knew to play this song. When she turned around to the manager, I pulled the ring out of my pocket and got down on one knee.

Something I just knew I would never do. Marriage was never in the cards for me, and even when Rah and Ghost told me that it was something that had to happen, the shit felt like a death sentence.

This didn’t feel like that.

I ain’t never felt lighter and surer of someone in my entire life. Loving and protecting her was my only job. Helping her accomplish her mental bucket list was all I cared about these days. Duke stood back, as we listened to her ramble to the manager about how much she loved the song.

“Stevie?”

She quickly turned around and then jumped back when she saw me on my knee. “Mavie, what are you doing?”

“Baby, what else it look like I’m doing.”

She slowly walked closer to me. “I mean, I know what you’re doing… but why are you on your knee doing it?”

I looked down at the box before staring up into her eyes. “You are what home feels like to me, Wonder. My house has never felt like home until you came. I wanted to ignore how I felt about you, but I couldn’t…. you wouldn’t allow me to. Always there with that smile on your face, being you. Baby, you are you without any apologies. You accept me and all that comes with me without judging me. Stevie, you are my safe place, and my biggest trigger. You see past Menace and see me in a way that I never let anyone else see me. You love me with all my flaws and shit because you love me. You are my home, and I want this with you forever. I want to smell yo’ pussy every time I need to calm down…I wanna eat that shit right now, too.”

“This fucking man,” I heard Duke laugh behind me while the director looked mortified by my choice of words.

“I want to hear you hum me to sleep while rubbing my beard every night. You got me fucked up, I can’t even sleep without you next to me now… this started out one way, but I want it to end another way… Stevie, will you spend forever with me… never leave me?”

Her face was soaked as she stood there, kneeling down in front of me. “Maverick Kojack Caselli,” she started.

I pulled away from her quickly. “Why the fuck do you keep making up names, Wanda? That ain’t even my middle name… I don’t have a middle name.”

She snorted while laughing through her tears, holding my face. “I want to make up names with you for the rest of my life. I want to love you and feel the love that you give me, Mitchell. I want to make your smoothies and separate your sauce from your chicken forever.” She kissed my lips as I pulled her into my arms and hugged her ass so tight.

I was so caught up that I forgot to put the ring on her finger. “The Eaton name was full of traditions and keepsakes. I bought this ring a few weeks ago because I want this ring to be passed down in our family… the Caselli family. I want this ring to be passed down for years… my pops said I made the right choice.”

“Did he?” She stared at the emerald cut twenty-four carat engagement ring. “This is beautiful, Mavie.”

I tossed the box to the side and slid the ring on her finger. I may or may have not sized her finger when she was sleep one night. “Don’t take this ring off, Wanda… I ain’t playing with you.”

She flashed the ring to the manager who smiled nervously. He was still on edge with the words I said, and the way I tossed that ring box. “Beautiful.”

“The ring or her?” I asked, and Wonder started to laugh.

“Stop, Mavie… what made you get me a ring?”

I got up from my knee and tried not to focus on the trillions of germs on my knees while I hugged her. “Didn’t like you walking around without one. I respect you not wanting a big wedding, but I would be damned if you don’t have a big ass rock on your finger.”

“And a new car maybe… so I can stop using yours.”

I kissed her lips. “My cars are yours, Wonder.”

“Good, because I scratched the Rolls Royce when I went to the mall… the person was too close, and I accidentally pulled in too close to them.”

Duke shook his head. “We said a secret, Steve-o… damn.”

“The fuck?”

She quickly stood on her toes and kissed my lips. “I love my ring, Mitchell.”

“Wanda, you gonna show me the scratch when we back home.”

She let out her obnoxious ass laugh that I had learned to love. “Or I can let you smell something… your choice.”

Suddenly, I didn’t give a fuck about a scratch and was more concerned on my future wife.