Chapter 9 #2
“I just watched you shank somebody! I ain’t takin’ no chances,” he exclaimed while falling onto a nearby couch.
I rolled my eyes as I sat next to him, making sure I didn’t accidentally flash my coochie in the short ass skirt that I had on.
If I showed him the goods, I needed it to be completely on purpose.
“So dramatic,” I huffed sarcastically while rolling my eyes. “What time is this over? I ain’t seen not one draft pick!” I glanced up at the nearest TV. By that point they were playing replays, but I had missed the whole thing playing with Chase.
“Hell, me either!” He shrugged carelessly, not even bothering to look at the screen.
“I know why I wasn’t paying attention, but why were you at a draft party and not even watching the damn draft? You don’t even party.”
“I only came because I heard you and Jocelyn say you would be here.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked, brows touching my hairline.
“Because I wanted to see you outside of work.” His tongue slid across his lower lip, then he bit down into it.
I almost fanned myself. I wasn’t drunk, but I had downed several French 75s, and the buzz was going straight to my pocketbook.
I had been attempting not to notice how the smooth fabric of his simple black t-shirt hugged his muscles with every move, and how I could see his dick print just casually peering up at me from his jeans, but the intense eye contact and the lips were impossible to ignore.
I was already horny enough to fuck a bicycle seat, and Chase had one more time to lick his lips before I made his face the seat in question. When his knee brushed against mine and my entire body pulsed, I knew it was time to pull the plug on this thing.
“I… think I need to go,” I said softly, faking a yawn. “I’m getting tired.” He smirked like he could see right through my guise.
“Bet, let me go to the restroom real quick and we can call it a night,” he chuckled and walked off, leaving me in panic mode.
Call it a night?! Is this nigga trying to leave with me?
Girl, just fuck him! Clearly he’s throwin’ the dick at you! Just open your legs and catch it like a touchdown pass!
I can’t fuck him! He’s my gottdamn client!
So, getting paid to get dicked down? Sounds like a win to me!
The whole time I stood there warring with my inner thoughts, I was trying to call Jocelyn so maybe we could slip out undetected before he came back. By the time he made it back to me, I realized I had a whole different problem.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned, instantly picking up on my distress.
“I’ve called Joce six times, and she isn't answering her phone. I can’t leave without her.” We didn’t play that—if we came together, we left together, and I was mad at myself that I didn’t go searching for her sooner.
“Okay, calm down,” he said softly. “I’ll help you find her. Lemme text Niko and see if he ever made it. She's probably with him.”
“Oh, so you noticed too?” I asked.
“Kinda hard not to,” he answered, giving me a look that lingered too long before pulling his phone out.
“Oh my God! It's gonna take you eight business days to get that text out on your rotary phone! We'll never find her!”
“You want my help or not, John Coffey?” he asked with a raised brow as he continued using his huge fingers to punch the tiny buttons over and over again.
I rolled my eyes and balled my lips up so tight to refrain from telling him that I hoped he choked on a shoulder pad.
We stood there for a moment before he got a notification.
“Damn. Nik is home, alone. He said he hasn't seen her. Maybe we should try upstairs?”
“Okay.” I pursed my lips and let him lead the way.
The hosts specifically told us to keep the party downstairs, so her being upstairs didn’t make too much sense to me.
Yet, still I followed his long-legged ass, running for my life as he took the stairs two at a time.
By the time we reached the top I was winded like we were in the middle of a heavy workout.
“Damn Amaya, you good?” He looked down at me with a chuckle as I bent over, hands on my knees, chest heaving as I tried to catch my damn breath.
“You got me running up these damn stairs like we're doing bleacher drills! My legs are short, and I’m tired! Boy, fuck you!” He gave me a minute to catch my breath before we split up, each going down a different corridor.
I cursed every time I opened a door, to reveal nothing as I moved through the house with precision and speed.
I was just at the point of admitting defeat when I noticed the sound of footsteps somewhere behind me.
I started to call out but told myself that I was not going out like a white girl in a horror movie, so I just picked up the pace so I could hightail it out of there.
That didn’t work.
The faster I walked, the faster the footsteps came as I darted in and out of hallways like the gang on an episode of Scooby Doo.
I should have just ran back downstairs, but I had fucked around and got myself lost in this big ass house.
I started a light jog, afraid my pursuer would pick up on it if I started flat out running, but when I heard their steps speed up, I said fuck it, ready to go for a full sprint.
The moment I readied myself to go full on Flo-Jo, a huge hand grabbed me from behind, making me scream out.
“AA-,” was all I could say, before another huge hand covered my mouth and I accepted my fate.
“Amaya! Calm down, it’s me, girl!” My body went lax for a split second before I wrestled out of his grasp, turned around, and punched Chase square in his chest. He stumbled back a bit and looked at me in shock.
“Why the fuck you beating on me now?”
“You scared the shit outta me! Why the fuck were you chasing me?”
“Shit, because you were running! I was trying to catch up to you!”
“Why didn’t you just call my name? I thought you were the gottdamn Night Stalker!”
“Shit,” he said under his breath. “That was probably a poor decision on my part. I thought we were being quiet since we’re not supposed to be up here. My fault!”
“You lucky I didn’t stab you! Did you find her?” I asked.
“Nah, but there’s one more hall I didn’t check. I just saw you first and figured we could knock it out together.
“Okay,” I said. At that moment, I realized that my body still felt the places where he grabbed me, like it was downloading the feel of his hands directly into my skin. We walked in silence, gently knocking before opening each door to reveal absolutely nothing each time.
By the time we hit the last door, I was past worried because she still wasn’t answering my calls.
I tried one more time and could just barely hear the sound of a phone vibrating from the other side.
I quickly turned the knob and threw it open, more than ready to solve the Mystery of the Missing Homegirl slash Assistant.
“Hold up,” Chase called at the last minute, but he was too late to stop me from pushing the door open.
When my eyes adjusted to the low light, they nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of Jocelyn, face down, ass up, getting that work from… Jonathan? Either they were fucking too hard to see us or they just didn't give a fuck.
“You like this dick, don’t you baby?” he asked as he smacked her ass so hard that I felt it.
“I doooo! I love that dick, Daddy! Ooh shit! Right there!”
“How much? Tell me how much,” he demanded, gripping her hips and going harder. By that point my mouth was touching my kneecaps as the sounds of their bodies slapping drifted out into the hallway.
“I pledge allegiance to the dick, baby! It’s SO good! Fuck!” she cried out as she threw her ass back at him like her car note was due and she was down to her last pack of noodles.
Chase pulled the door closed then looked at me with an expression mirroring mine, dismayed as fuck.
“Uh… We found her,” he said awkwardly as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
“I saw,” I whispered as I stared at the floor with wide eyes.
The things I had just witnessed would be burned into my brain for a long time.
She was inexperienced as hell and the fact that she was in there tooted and booted up for Jonathan's young ass of all people still had my mouth hanging open in shock.
“She… she was a virgin when I met her,” I whispered to myself, still trying to figure out who taught my lil baby to take dick like a pornstar… and why she didn’t ask me.
“Come on,” he said as he gently let me away like I was a child who just learned Santa wasn't real. “I’ll take you home.”
“No, it’s okay,” I argued.
“You said you were ready, and you been drinking. J will make sure Jocelyn gets home safely. So, let’s make sure we get you home safe too.”
I couldn’t even argue as I let him lead me away. The next thing I knew, we were in his truck as he drove us through the city.
“Tonight was… fun,” I admitted with a sigh, looking out the window.
“See, I ain’t that bad, right Toni?” He chuckled.
“Chase, who the fuck is Toni?” I asked, frowning at him and knowing there would be some bullshit attached. He had been calling me that all night with no explanation.
“Braxton. I know you have questionable taste, but you have to know who Toni Braxton is," he said, giving me a nasty side eye. I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up.
“You know that you get on my fucking nerves, right? You have to know that.”
“That’s a compliment. Toni Braxton is fine as fuck,” he said with a shrug. This time I was the one giving the side eye.
Ohh, nigga you better be careful before you get fucked!
“Because Amaya is too hard for you to say? That’s a big word for you, huh, Elmo?”
“You are impossible,” he laughed.
“Ooh, you breaking out the big words tonight, huh?” I teased.
“You know, you picked the perfect career, right? Straight asshole.”
“I picked my career because I like a challenge… and a check,” I jested, knowing that the mere mention of the salary he was paying me would annoy him.
“And you love to argue with people,” he argued.
“Fuck you!” I quipped back.
“I rest my case,” he chuckled, making me reach over and pop him playfully. Having fun with him was too easy, and the harder I tried to pull it back, the worse it got.
I had already planned my escape for when we got back to the house. I was gonna jump out that damn car so fast that he wouldn’t even have time to stop because I knew his chivalrous ass would try to walk me to the door and might end up walking into some pussy.
“Goodnight!” I said with a small smile, reaching for the door. Before I could pull the handle, I heard the locks engage and turned to look at him curiously.
“We had a fun night, Toni. Let’s not end it with me cussing you out for touching that fuckin’ door handle,” he growled. I swore my pussy screamed louder than the entire B’Day album, but I sat there silently, as he shot around the car faster than the speed of light and pulled the door open.
“Thank you,” I said through puckered lips, both sets.
He walked me to the door, one hand guiding me by the small of my back, and I wanted to cuss him out because he knew that shit was inappropriate, but the way his skin grazed the small section of my exposed skin had me about to cream on myself, so I allowed it.
After a second, I wanted to curse him again for fucking up any potential suitors, because I could be up to my ears in dick by now.
“Well, this was… fun,” he said softly as he rocked on his heels with his hands in his pockets.
“It was.” I matched his awkwardness, with my arms crossed over my chest because my nipples were acting as a window straight to my nasty thoughts. “Goodnight, Chase.”
That’s what my mouth said, but my heart and coochie were saying, “Come in this house and fuck me like a slut, Chase! Let me ride your face, Chase! I’ll let you have every hole, Chase!”
He sighed in disappointment and wished me a goodnight before watching me walk inside the house, then I watched through the window as he trudged back to his truck, and drove off.
Once he was no longer in my sight, I fell back against the closed door with a thump, letting out a sigh that sounded like a war cry.
I wanted that man so bad, and that was unusual for me.
Any other time, I never had to thirst after a nigga like this.
I would tell him how I felt and get the dick.
If I liked him, then I would bully him into a relationship, if not, I could move the fuck on.
To be yearning over this man when I knew he was off limits made me sick.
I drug myself to my bathroom where I followed my nighttime routine and showered. As I lotioned my naked body, I caught a glimpse myself in the mirror, accidentally getting even more turned on because I was fine as fuck.
“Ugh!” I sucked my teeth, opting to sleep naked. Joce wasn’t there, and obviously wasn’t coming back, but I went ahead and locked the door to my bedroom just in case she did.
When I laid back on the bed, and my hand settled between my thighs, I was annoyed as hell because I knew that when a man had you playing with yourself to the thoughts of him, you were losing. That didn't stop me from opening my legs and grazing my fingers over my needy clit.
“Stupid ass nigga,” I whispered to myself, tweaking one nipple with one hand, and toying with my clit with the other. I didn’t even need a toy—the buzz I still felt from the liquor, and Chase’s touches gave my body all the vibration that it needed.
I pushed my own button with reckless abandon and my body reacted quickly.
“Shit! Fuck!” If Joce happened to slip back in, she was getting an earful as my moans bounced around the space.
I increased my speed, replaying my newest memories of Chase—the way he bit his lip when his eyes lingered on me, the way his body moved so confidently, how good his mouth would feel on me instead of my fingers.
“Ooh, shit! Please?!” I didn’t know if I was begging myself, Chase, or the heavens above, but whoever it was quickly honored my request, granting me an orgasm so intense that my body locked up for a full minute.
“Oh God, oh my God!” I screamed, rubbing it out until my body went limp. I laid there spread out like a damn starfish as my chest heaved and I fought to catch my breath.
“I still don’t like that nigga,” I grumbled to myself once I could finally breathe properly.
Sure, he was nice to look at, and be around, but I didn’t like him—I couldn’t.
I had gotten myself into some sticky situations before, but catching feelings for a client was a completely different level of dumb bitch activities.
I ended up giving myself three nuts while pretending not to think about him, and I was pissed as fuck the entire time.
“I don’t like him,” I whispered to myself once I had finally worn myself enough to drift off to sleep.