Chapter 11 #2
I knew if I stood my ground and said fuck him, he’d walk out, and I’d have to pleasure myself. I didn’t want that, especially after canceling Marcus. I’d have to find someone else, and that shit would take time when I wanted him to fuck me tonight.
I hated him.
Bitch, just do it. You know you’re in control, I lied to myself. It was clear he held all the cards—for now.
I rolled my eyes, and with tight lips, I asked, “Can you make me cum, please?”
He smiled. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
He laughed, lifted me, and placed me on the couch in my office, yanking my skirt off.
My hands moved feverishly to slide his joggers down as he devoured my lips.
A moan escaped me when he kissed down my stomach, ripping my thong off.
The first swipe of his thick tongue on my clit had my stomach sinking, and my pussy throbbing on his perfect lips.
“Shit, Messiah!” I yelped, running my hand down the back of his head, raking my fingers through his short, soft curls.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, and after that, he went to town on me. I couldn’t even remember when we got into a sixty-nine position, or when I started riding him cowgirl style. All I knew was that he had me cumming in more ways than one, and my pussy had never been so proud.
We both ended up on our knees, as he held my body close from behind, and played with my left breast, while his other hand rubbed my clit.
“You feel so fucking good, mama. You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes… shit, yes! Fuck me harder!”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, fuck me harder.”
“I got you, baby.” He released me, pushing my upper body down, and began pounding into me. All that could be heard was my loud moans and skin slapping.
“Cum on this dick, Arie. Don’t run from it.”
“Right there, baby. Don’t stop, I’m… I’m cumming! Shit, I’m cumming, baby. Fuck!” I came so hard this time that all I saw was darkness.
“I feel that shit, baby. Damn, you so fucking wet. I’m right behind you, love.”
He stroked me a few more times before he released on my ass. I could hear him growling and feel his cum squirt on my backside as I reached behind me, rubbing it into my skin. I licked my fingers while he gave my ass a good slap before turning me over, sticking his tongue in my mouth.
My pussy was happy, but unfortunately, I was not.
Messiah and I stayed in my office until it was time to shut the club down.
After our session, we cleaned up and decided to play a game of chess.
I was feeling so conflicted because this was new for me.
I didn’t do this with niggas, but apparently, the moment this man bumped into me, spilling his drink on my shirt, I had allowed him to not only penetrate my pussy, but invade my personal space as well.
I hated to admit that I liked him. This was not how I envisioned this shit with us going.
During our game, I found out that he was easy to talk to. While he opened up to me about his career and son, I only offered the bare minimum about myself. I shared with him my high school stories and how Paige and I had become sisters.
I didn’t tell him that I was a hit woman, although I think he already knew due to Paige pillow talking with Harvey.
The way he smiled and looked at me had me ready to jump on that dick and go for another ride.
However, it was time to burst this little bubble we had created because the energy was becoming too intimate.
“You need me to follow you home?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
I shook my head, trying hard not to smile at him. “I can get there just fine, but thanks for the offer.”
“I want to see you again… before we become peasants to our people for this wedding.”
I tensed. As bad as I wanted to continue this, I knew if I fucked him again, I’d be living in his house the next business day.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I ain’t trying to marry you tomorrow, Arie. You look like you could use a friend, and I don’t mind being that for you.”
“Messiah… You’re only feeling that way because we fucked. You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to.”
He frowned slightly. “Whether you know this or not, we’re going to be around each other for a while. Your sister is marrying my brother. If you think you can be around me and not fuck with me, then you’re living in a delusional world, baby.”
“We don’t have to create any chemistry between us just because your brother is marrying my sister. We can coexist without fucking or being friends.”
Who the fuck are you fooling, Arie?
That famous smirk hit his lips as he kissed my forehead and opened my office door.
“You be easy, sweetheart. I’ll see you next week.”
He swaggered out of my office as I watched him leave.
My head fell against the wall, and I sighed heavily.
I should have known better than to let him have me again.
The way he left me at the cabin, feeling like a fiend, should have warned me not to test that fire again.
But here I was, trying to regain control of my emotions by shunning him.
I straightened up my office just as a knock came upon the door.
“Come in,” I called out.
Deborah, my manager, entered with a duffel bag that I knew was filled with cash. “Hey, boss lady. It has been yet another night of good profit,” she said, handing over the bag.
“That’s always good to hear.”
“Absolutely. The cleaners are cleaning, and all of the dancers have been seen to their vehicles. The guys are just waiting on you.”
“Okay. I’m coming out now,” I told her, sliding the bag over my shoulder.
She stood, staring at me with a small smile on her face as I frowned in confusion.
I’d known Deborah since I opened my club.
She was an older woman, maybe mid-forties, who had gone from being my top bartender to being my club manager.
She always took care of business and made sure my money was right at the end of the night.
I appreciated her more than she knew, and it made me think whether I should ask her to give me some advice on Messiah.
But I didn’t.
“What is it?” I asked her as she continued to look at me with a knowing look.
“Nothing… I just never known you to be this kind.”
“I’ve never been mean to you, Deb. Where is this coming from?”
“You may not have been mean to me, but your aura has always been… uptight. Tonight, you’re different, that is all.”
“I guess I’m just in a good mood.”
“Would it happen to be because of that fine piece of man that was carrying you through the club?”
I slapped my hand against my forehead. “Oh my God. You saw that?”
“Anybody with eyes saw it. But hey, if he’s the reason, I like him already.” She grinned.
I smirked. “Have a good night, Deb.” I grabbed my purse and phone, following her out of my office as she laughed.
“Have a good night, boss lady. Derwin and Cason are waiting by the back staircase for you. I’ll lock up.”
“Thanks, Deb. See you tomorrow.”
“See ya!” I locked up my office and headed down the back stairwell, where Cason and Derwin stood to escort me out of the building. Once I made it to my car, I bid them a good night, started my engine, and headed home.
Twenty minutes into my drive, my phone rang, displaying Uncle Lamont’s name on my radio screen.
I had completely forgotten to call him back after he sent me that text, summoning me to Sunday dinner.
It was three in the morning as I debated whether I should answer or not.
He knew I was awake—it was the reason why he was calling me this late.
After sighing, I answered on the fourth ring. “What are you doing up, old man?”
“Well, since you had yet to return my text or phone calls, I thought I’d catch you at this hour.”
“I know. I’d been meaning to call. Just been really busy at the club.”
“Well, I need you to come see me tomorrow—you and Paige. No excuses and no exceptions. This is really important, so I need you to be here, Amour.”
I sighed. “Where?”
“The big house. I’ll text you the time.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
“You better.” He hung up as my thoughts began to wander.
What was so important that he needed to see us?
I was sure that he had gotten a contract hit, but he hadn’t been pressing me to do those since he and my father were trying to push Paige and me out of the game.
This one must have been big. The good feeling I was feeling after Messiah left had now vanished as I put my armor back on to prepare for whatever my uncle had in store for us.