Chapter 10 Ocean
OCEAN
I tried to keep my cool as I stepped out of my car and headed into my club.
I didn’t have the capacity to handle the crazy shit Melina was talking about over the phone, so I told her I was on my way, and she could explain herself when I arrived.
As soon as I walked inside, I saw Sanya behind the bar, giving instructions to the new bartender. The last one I had decided his life was more important than serving drinks to rowdy gun-slinging celebrities.
I didn’t blame him, though. Although bullets flying in the air and shit getting tossed across the room didn’t bother me, I could see how it would be a little traumatizing for others.
Honestly, I was surprised that any of my staff came back. But to show my appreciation, I gave them all a hefty raise and bonus.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ocean.” Sanya forced a grin.
I could tell she was annoyed, and as soon as I saw Melina behind the bar, staring at herself in her phone, I knew why.
The bar was Sanya’s territory, and she hated when anyone else stepped into it. Especially Melina. Her ass didn’t know shit about making drinks. Hell, she barely knew how to manage the people waiting tables. But I had to give her something to do to make her feel important.
I gave Sanya a quick head nod, then turned my attention to the pain in her ass. “Melina. My office.”
Grinning like she’d just been told that I was going to fuck her in front of everybody, Melina strolled from behind the bar.
She made a point to look at Sanya on the way.
Thankfully, Sanya ignored her.
As soon as we were in my office and the door shut behind us, I snatched her arm and slammed her against it.
My hand gripped her neck, my lips hovering over hers. “Now, what the fuck were you talking about on the phone?”
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, making no attempt to hide how turned on she was. In fact, she hiked up her skirt just to make it clear.
I snatched it down. “Nah, none of that until you let me know what the fuck you were talking about.”
“Ocean, I think it’s time. You and I have been messing around for months. You know how I feel about my husband. It’s nowhere near what I feel about you. I need a man that can take care of me.”
I wanted to laugh in her face. She wanted something I would never give her.
But I stayed silent.
Now wasn’t the time to tell her that she should’ve been more selective in choosing a husband. Or that money shouldn’t have been her main focus in the first place.
Nah, I would save that shit for later.
Right now, she just needed to be given a reason to keep her mouth shut.
I returned my hand to her neck, this time caressing it slowly. “Now isn’t the right time for all that, baby.”
“Why not? I shouldn’t have to hide what’s real? My husband and I barely have sex, and when we do, it’s so...I don’t know...safe. I don’t want safe,” she shoved her hand in my pants.
The moment her hand circled my dick, my eyes closed.
She stroked slowly.
“This, this is what I want, and I want this shit all the time.”
“I know you do,” I whispered. “And you can have it anytime you want.”
“Can I?”
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.”
She hadn’t said nothing but a word.
I spun her around, slamming her against the door as I pulled up her skirt.
Nothing but ass.
“Where’s your panties?” I leaned against her ear as I pulled my dick from my pants.
“Why would I need panties? I told you what I was on before you even got here.”
I smirked.
Although Melina wasn’t a woman I would give a second look at on a regular day, I had to give it to her, she knew exactly what to say to make me stick my dick in her.
After slipping on a condom, I slid my hand around her waist and cupped her pussy, stroking it slowly before pounding her from behind.
“Yes, daddy, fuck me! Fuck me so good,” she cried, making sure she could be heard on the other side of the door.
“Let me tell you something,” I whispered.
“Tell me whatever you want, daddy.”
“You’re not going to tell your husband shit about us. What we have...it’s good as fuck because it’s a secret.”
“But I don’t want to be a secret.”
“But you should. You have a husband and kids. You know I’m not on no family shit. I’m not interested in raising another nigga’s children.”
“Then nut in me. We can run away together and raise our own.”
I frowned, my dick almost deflating inside of her.
But I shifted my focus, quickly flashing to the last time I was inside of Skye like this. Only, I had the pleasure of staring into her eyes as she stared into mine.
Skye was so fucking beautiful, and not just when we were fucking.
She was beautiful when she was walking from one room to the other, scrunching up her nose as she searched for the remote she always managed to misplace.
She was beautiful when she was sitting on my balcony, fully clothed, trying to dissect the happiness of the people below.
Feeling myself about to cum, I forced my eyes back open and reminded myself where I was and who I was in.
Gripping Melina’s hair, which had unraveled from the low bun she was wearing earlier, I dove deeper inside of her. “Nah, we not doing that. Ain’t nobody carrying my seed, and they damn sure ain’t getting a ring put on their finger.”
“I bet I can make you change your mind.”
“No, the fuck you can’t.”
“In time, I know I can. I’m good at what I do, trust me.”
Never.
And this was exactly why I didn’t feel bad about what I was doing. I was well aware of just how good she thought she was. The fact that, in a matter of seconds, she was ready to give up her entire family and create a new one just for some fresh dick, made me sick to my stomach.
“How about this? We keep this little thing we got going, which is too fucking good to let go of.” I kissed her cheek softly, slowing my stroke.
“I’ve got some new hires coming in and rather than you actually having to train them, I’ll give that job to someone else.
Instead, you can just walk around for the few hours that everyone is here and make sure things are getting done.
I know how much you like telling people what to do.
You’ll get to do that and get a raise. You won’t even have to lift a finger. ”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
Melina was all about the money. She didn’t give a damn about doing any real work.
I learned in her interview that she was being forced to work because her husband’s income wasn’t enough for the lifestyle she wanted to live.
She complained about him and his low-paying tow truck job the entire fucking interview.
If I didn’t have ulterior motives, I would’ve kicked her ass out within the first ninety seconds.
“Okay, but I need something else,” she whispered. “Something that actually involves us.”
Shit.
I should’ve known her trifling ass would want more.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I pulled out a key and dangled it in her face. “Here’s a key to my other spot. It’s a penthouse just a few blocks from here.”
Her eyes lit up as she looked over her shoulder. “Are you serious, Ocean? A key to your place?”
“Yeah. You can have me whenever you want me. Just call, and I’ll come to you.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
I held in my laughter.
I was on straight bullshit right now.
The goal was to make her think she could have me anytime she wanted me. If she ever decided to cash in on my little gesture, something would always come up. She would only get this dick when and where I wanted her to.
Giddy, she threw her ass back harder, forcing me to grip her waist to get us on the same rhythm.
“Mm, yes,” she moaned. “I love the way you fuck me! I love everything you do to me! My husband could never,” she called out. “His dick ain’t even big enough.”
I couldn’t lie, her talking that talk made me go crazy on her.
It was funny how the grimiest women had some of the best pussy, and sadly they knew it.
But there was only one woman that had the kind of shit that I would kill for.
For the next twenty minutes, Melina showed me how appreciative she was with her lower lips and then sucked on my dick until I came in her mouth.
After getting cleaned up, she scurried out of my office with a huge grin on her face.
“Alright. Got that shit handled.” I slid my hand down the back of my head and took a seat behind my desk to light a cigar.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” Sanya yelled, storming into my office. “You put that bitch in charge of shit? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
I leaned forward. “No, but you must have. I suggest you step back out of my office and come back once you remember who the fuck you’re talking to.”
My insides twitched a little. I’d never had to speak to Sanya that way. But she’d also never raised her voice to me.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head. “My apologies. I just...I was a little taken aback that’s all.”
“Understandable. I know you and Melina aren’t exactly the best of friends.”
“No, we’re not. But if you don’t mind me asking, what did she do to earn a promotion? Well, besides suck the skin off your dick.”
I smirked, shocked by what sounded like it might be a smidge of jealousy seeping from the back of her throat.
“Don’t smile at me like that,” she shot back. “This isn’t what you think it is.”
“So, it’s not jealousy?”
“Definitely not.”
I tilted my head to the side and stood up.
Taking my time, I walked behind her and closed the door slowly.
I lowered my face to her neck. “You know that shit turns me on, right?”
“I couldn’t care less about what turns you on right now.”
I slid my hands down her stomach, stopping right at the waistband of her leggings, then dipping them in until I was right at her swollen flesh.
“Baby girl, this pussy says otherwise. It’s saying you care a whole lot.”
“Get your hands off of me. Especially after being in—”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve cleaned up. It’s like she never existed.”
Within seconds, Sanya’s eyes closed, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
“Her role is temporary. I need her to be out of my way, so I can do what you already know I’m planning to do. Now, be a good girl for daddy and let this shit ride, okay?”
I took another one of my fingers and slid it inside next to the other one.
Her hand gripped my leg as she attempted to hold herself steady.
Like always, Sanya let me have my way with her pussy, stroking until her juices unleashed all over me.
“I...I...I’m going to let you do what you need to do,” she spoke softly. “But the second your little experiment comes at me wrong, I’m going to show her that my bite matches my bark.”
“No doubt,” I whispered, kissing her cheek softly. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Yeah, let’s hope.”
I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket.
Still sending Sanya into ecstasy, I checked the text that had come through.
Skye: Hey. Just found out all the security stuff is done. I’ll be heading back home today.
What the hell?