Chapter 12
I looked down at my phone where Eva had sent me yet again another link to some overpriced ass resort. I told her to get whatever, but she liked to get my opinion on shit just to do what she wanted to do anyway.
Flipping down my visor I checked myself out in the mirror. Smoothing down my beard, I reached in my glove compartment and spritzed on some cologne. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out the car and made my way towards Siren House.
Once I was cleared by security, I walked in. The hostess gave me a smile as soon as I walked in. I never bothered to learn their names, but I glanced at her nametag this time. "How you doing, Tessa?" I asked.
She blinked in surprise, her face lighting up. "Very well, Mr. Avery thank you. Madam had dinner catered from this amazing place for our guests. Would you care to grab some food before your appointment," she asked graciously.
The food did smell good, but I wasn’t trying to fuck on a full belly, so I shook my head. "I'll pass but thank you."
"Of course." Her eyes went down to her tablet and she clicked the screen. The smile dropped from her face. She blinked quickly, her finger poised over the screen.
"Everything okay?" I asked leaning in closer.
She looked up quickly, smile returning. "Everything is all good. Sorry about that. Your companion is just finishing up, but she'll be right with you. Would you like to wait at the bar?"
I shook my head again. "Nah, I'm cool. I'll wait right here." I took a seat on one of the velvet chairs in the waiting area looking around. I wasn't sure why the hell I was nervous, but I was. I rubbed my hands together, head dropped down as I waited.
"Boss?" I looked up and saw Monroe with a curious smile on her face approaching. "Hey Daddy, what are you doing here? I don't have you on my schedule," she asked stopping in front of me.
Before I could respond, my lady for the night rounded the corner looking gorgeous as fuck in some kinda maroon dress with a split so high I could see the thickness of her hip.
"That's because he's not here for you," she said.
Monroe's head whipped towards her, fire in her eyes.
Gianna smiled softly. "He's here for me."
"Aw shit." I heard the security guard by the door mumble. He straightened up, already on alert.
The hostess stood there, eyes wide, mouth parted open. I could see Monroe's chest rising and falling quickly as her jaw clenched and her fist balled. She looked like she was about to swing. I knew she would get jealous which was why I was hoping not to run into her ass.
Gianna stood there, still smiling but it wasn’t friendly, it was taunting. She was as cool as a cucumber as she turned to me, her voice dropping to a sexy purr. "Hi, Boss. So good to see you again."
Even with Monroe's heated gaze on me, I smiled back widely. "You too, mamas."
Gianna held out her hand, I hesitated for a second 'cause Monroe looked like she was close to crashing out. Then I remembered…she wasn’t my fucking girl. Taking Gianna's soft hand, I pulled her closer to me. She smelled good as hell.
"Boss…" Monroe glared at me. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she muttered under her breath, tone cold enough to freeze us both.
Now look…I was fond of Monroe. You can't fuck with a woman for that long and not feel something. A nigga wasn’t trying to be messy, but something about Gianna's thick ass had me interested.
Nonetheless—I wasn’t trying to be a dick or cause a ruckus in Madam's spot.
I didn't owe her an explanation, but off the strength of our time together, I was going to give her one.
I let Gianna's hand go to talk to her. Turning to Monroe, I ran my thumb down her jawline.
"It's nothing personal, Monroe. For real. Relax," I said smoothly.
Her chest trembled slightly under my touch. "It feels personal, Boss." She looked up at me, nostrils flared. "Two years."
"And we've had a good time, haven't we?" I countered.
"Boss—"
"Haven't we, Monroe." I cut her off, staring into her eyes. As expected, she nodded submissively. "Alright then, so relax." I gave her ass a gentle smack. "Go and enjoy your night mama." I turned back to Gianna. "You ready?"
She smiled. "I am." Taking my hand again she looked back at Monroe. "Bye, Monroe," she waved, wiggling her fingers.
I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my lips 'cause Monroe looked like she was half a second from fucking Gianna up. As Gianna led me to our suite she looked back at me, that smile still on her face.
"You enjoyed that shit, didn't you?" I asked.
She laughed lightly. "A lil' bit."
I let her hand go to wrap my arm around her waist. "You liking giving bitches a hard time?"
"Only the ones who deserve it," she replied.
She stopped in front of our suite and opened the door.
I stepped in and she softly closed it behind me.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she pointed to the small wet bar.
"Your profile said you like quality bourbon.
" She turned smoothly, walking across the room to the bar where she picked up a familiar looking bottle and held it up.
"As a show of my appreciation for tonight, I figured I would pick you up something special myself. "
I grinned as I strolled over, stroking my beard. She held out the bottle towards me. I accepted it, unable to get the wide ass smile off my face. "And you bought this with your own money?" I asked, looking at the bottle then back at her smiling face.
She nodded. "Mmhm."
"You know this a $400 bottle right, mama?"
"I know," she shrugged modestly. "I can't have a man of your caliber drinking anything but the best."
I chuckled 'cause she had a nigga blushing lowkey.
I knew she was probably gassing me, but I still appreciated the gesture.
Already she was setting herself up to be something different.
I was flattered, no lie. There was no way she could've known that she picked one of my favorite bourbons but somehow, she did.
"How did you know to get this one?" I asked curiously.
"Well," she sighed. "My daddy loves a good bourbon, and I recall seeing this particular bottle on his shelf for years. He refused to open it."
My brow rose. "You got a daddy?"
She tilted her head, brows pinched together, an amused smirk on her face. "You seem surprised."
I shrugged slightly. "Not to be an asshole…but I just assumed the women here ain't have one," I answered honestly.
Instead of being offended as I expected, she laughed lightly. "I don't have daddy issues, Boss."
I nodded, smiling. "My bad. I shouldn't have assumed."
"All good." She winked taking the bottle from me. "Let's have a shot. Loosen you up a little bit." She stepped behind the bar and grabbed two shot glasses.
"Loosen me up? You think I'm uptight?" I asked watching her, elbows resting on the bar.
She carefully opened the bottle. "I don't know. Are you?" She looked up at me.
I shook my head twice. "Nah. I'm cool as a fan, love."
Smirking, she poured us both healthy shots and slid mine towards me. She lifted her glass. "To men who know what they want, and women who know how to give it," she toasted.
I lifted my glass, with a smile. "I'll drink to that."
We clinked glasses and downed the shots. The bourbon went down smooth with minimal burn. Gianna was already pouring us another. The second went down like water. I could already feel the warmth of the liquor flowing through me and loosening my nerves that I lied and said I didn’t have.
Gianna stepped slowly from around the bar, her eyes on me the entire time. Mine were locked on hers as well. She was so fucking sensual. The way she walked. Talked. It was slow and easy. Effortless.
She stopped in front of me and placed her hand on my chest. "Take off your pants, Boss," she stated boldly.
I damn near gasped. That was some shit I would say, but somehow, she had flipped the script and suddenly I was the one who was feeling like the entertainment for the night. "You not gon' even ask?" I smirked.
She ran her hands slowly down my chest until it landed at the top of my jeans. Her voice dipped lower. "Take off your pants. Please."
I gripped her exposed hip the skin feeling soft and silky in my hand. "I like to be called Daddy when you're making a request."
Gianna chuckled. "I already have one—and he's not in this room."
I couldn't help but to laugh. She was brash as fuck but goddamnit she had my undivided attention. My dick was already straining painfully against my jeans. I pulled her closer, until she was pressed against me. "I see you don’t like to listen." I squeezed her hip.
She leaned in closer until her lips were against my ear. "Make me listen, Boss," she taunted.
She had the right nigga. I snatched her ass up so fast she gasped.
Spinning her around towards the bar, I pressed myself against her.
My dick pressed all up on that soft ass and she felt so fucking good against me.
There was no room for her to move, she was trapped against me and the bar.
I could feel her breath quickening as I nudged my shit between her cheeks.
Dipping my head lower towards her ear, I spoke, "You a feisty lil' muhfucka ain't you, Gianna?"
"Only when I’m entertained,” she murmured.
I let out quiet laugh against her skin. “Yeah?” My grip tightened. “Then I guess I gotta keep you entertained.”
She shifted a little, her ass rubbing against me, making me bite down on my bottom lip.
For a fleeting moment…I envisioned fucking her raw.
I knew that pussy was probably hot, tight, and wet.
My hand slowly traveled across her hip and downwards.
I could feel her holding her breath as my hand inched closer.
I wanted her to be leaking when I touched that muhfucka.
But I didn't give it to her yet. I traced the curve of her V, my hand braced against the bar, pressing her closer. "Tell me what you like, Gianna?" My finger traced lower. I felt her tremble in my arms.
"I'm supposed to be asking you that," she whispered.