TWO WEEKS LATER
I had spent almost every waking moment with Jabari when we weren’t at work over the last two weeks. We had made love repeatedly. There were times, though, that I felt he was holding something back. I wasn’t sure what, but I suspected a darker persona hovered underneath the man he showed me.
I had recorded plenty of our conversations over the weekend with the hope that he would release a nugget that I could unearth.
Unfortunately, our conversations never circulated on business or personal lives, at least not his.
We talked about my personal life, but he had a smooth way of escaping every discussion about his.
His diversionary tactics included: eating my pussy, coaxing me to ride his dick, taking back shots, and him feeding his dick down my throat.
I was taking my time pulling back the layers because if I pushed him too far and too fast, he would push me out.
Playing with Jabari was more than I had bargained for.
I was fiending for him like he was a bad drug.
It was Thursday, four days later, and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
When I was alone in my office, I often pulled out my Vesper and brought myself to the orgasm that I couldn’t have at his hands.
I had called and texted him, but I had not heard anything back from him. Usually, things like that didn’t bother me, but I was starting to feel used and rejected when I knew that I shouldn’t even care.
After all, I was using him for a story, so why should I care if he used me for my body? It wasn’t like I hadn’t gotten anything out of it in return. Besides, the story was all I should have been caring about.
I pushed away from my desk and headed out of my office.
“Is everything okay?” Riann asked.
I slowed down and turned to face her at her desk. “Yeah. Uhm, I’ve just got some things to take care of,” I replied, fingering the chain attached to my Vesper.
“You sure? You’ve been a bit absentminded and distant this week,” Riann stated.
“I said I’m fine,” I replied in a snappish tone and turned away from her.
I had only taken a few steps before I sighed and pulled my fingers through my hair.
Patrick breezed past me on a phone call on the way to his office before I spun around to face Riann again.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’ve got a lot on my mind. ”
“I know. Just be careful, okay?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“A man like him isn’t one that you want to toy with, Cami. You’re going to get hurt if you’re not careful. I know you want the story to pay for all this, but—”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied and waved Riann off before I spun around again. I pushed through the glass doors with the words “ColorMe CEO” stenciled on them.
I turned back one more time, and this time Riann just gave me a sad smile before I walked toward the elevators. How did she know? Did anyone else know?
I couldn’t be bothered with those thoughts, not when I was on a mission. I needed to see him.
Soft classical music played in the main office on Jabari’s floor, and his secretary, Frankie, was sitting at her outer desk when I arrived. Jabari had told me that she had an office as well as the desk right outside of his to greet any guests that he had scheduled for the day.
“Hi, Frankie. Is Mr. Blackwood in?”
“He is, but he’s not taking any visitors without an appointment.”
I tried not to take an attitude with her, because I was sure that Jabari hadn’t told her that we were involved, although I was sure she guessed as much by how often I visited his office.
“He’ll want to see me.”
She smirked, and it confirmed what I already suspected; she knew about us. “One moment, Ms. Valentine.”
I nodded, crossed my arms, and turned my back to her, trying not to listen in on their conversation.
Extravagant paintings hung on his cream colored walls, thick Oriental carpets divided the seating areas, and brown, luxury leather club chairs made up seating groups throughout the lobby.
There was a large fireplace surrounded by marble on one wall, and on the other there was a large wall of windows.
Everything about Jabari’s office screamed wealth and extravagance like the man himself.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Valentine, but he says that he doesn’t have an opening to fit anyone else in today, and he’ll be in his next meeting for a few hours.”
Her tone was apologetic, and in her eyes, I saw sympathy. I was just pissed that he was playing games with me the way that he was. Jabari was very adamant about not wanting to play games with me, but he had just disappeared from my life without a warning or explanation.
I blew out a breath and headed back to my office.
Before I entered my office suite, I hopped on the phone and called Courtney.
When I got her voicemail, I left a long, rambling message on there, as if we were actually talking as I walked back to my office suite.
It would be too difficult to face Riann after she had warned me, and I didn’t want to look like a fool, but I damn sure felt like one.
***
Three hours later, around seven, I heard a noise outside of my office. I knew that everyone was gone for the day, so I suspected it was the cleaning staff. I was surprised when my door jerked open, and Jabari stood there.
Damn, he was a sight for sore eyes. My eyes gobbled him up in his all-black suit. His shirt was unbuttoned three buttons down, and a silver pendant hung around his neck. The same capsule was attached to it as always.
His eyes were dark and unreadable, but there was a dangerous energy emanating from Jabari.
As much as I wanted to jump up and wrap my legs around him, I had to maintain my distance.
I refused to permit him to mistreat me, and that was exactly what it would be if I were to give in to what I wanted to do.
He casually strolled into my office as if he needed no permission. “You’ve been looking for me?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes before I crossed my arms over my chest. I stood from my desk, ready to escort his ass out of my office. With my eyes squinted at him, I asked, “Is this what we’re doing?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
Why did that deep, sexy ass voice run chills through my body and make my pussy wet the way that it did?
“I’m a grown woman, Jabari. I can handle a booty call if that’s what it’s supposed to be.
But you’ve wined and dined me, taken me on expensive dates, and then spent almost every available moment with me for the last couple of weeks before you just disappeared.
I didn’t think you were doing all that just to have sex with me repeatedly and then grow bored of me.
If that’s what it was, just say it. What I don’t appreciate is feeling like I’ve been used.
If that’s what it’s gonna be, let’s make this a mutual exchange. ”
He walked around my desk and stared down at me. “Are you done?”
“Yes, I’m done. Done with you and this game you’re playing.”
“Camilla, the one thing I don’t do is play games.
My time and my money are way too valuable for that.
I have no problem with telling a woman that I only want sex, and I’ve never had that problem in the past. If the only thing I’m looking for is sexual entertainment, I can fly to North Carolina to Club Prestige or to Miami and visit Kings and Queens and have all of my wildest fantasies fulfilled. ”
“Then why did you go MIA on me?”
“Those same billions that allow me to visit clubs like those I mentioned or fly out of town on a whim also demand my presence in various locations at any given time. There was some business I had to attend to that didn’t allow me to be here.”
“It would have been nice if you would’ve communicated it to me.”
“I didn’t know we were doing that, but the next time, I’ll remember to call you.”
“I’m not sure there’ll be a next time. I’ve got better things to do than waiting for you.”
He tipped my chin back. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Time was lost; you can never regain that.”
“I’ll take you somewhere that you’ll love and pamper you. How about that?”
“You really think money can buy you out of anything, don’t you?
” I was pissed at myself more than anything.
I was behaving like a jealous girlfriend when my role in his life hadn’t been identified.
Yet, I also felt I had the advantage by not giving in super easily.
I hoped that he would want to kiss up to me and seek my forgiveness; that would allow me to break his walls down.
He tipped my head back and kissed me as he dragged his hand down my neck and lightly choked me.
Just like that, I was whimpering and pulling him closer.
I couldn’t even deepen the kiss good enough before he pushed me back on my desk and spread my legs.
Jabari snatched my pants down and off one leg, and he ripped my panties away from my body.
“Jabari!” I hissed.
“You want this pussy ate or not?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside of me.
“Mm, yes,” I whimpered. I was wet for him, and he took pleasuring in watching me fold for him. There was nothing shameful about the way that I writhed on the desk for him or in the way that I cried out, “Please eat my pussy, Jabari.”
In that moment, I didn’t care if the full staff was out front or the cleaning crew walked in on us. I just wanted his mouth on me and his dick inside of me.
He bent down and gave me what my body desired.
His tongue worked its way through my folds, parting them like the River Jordan, and sucked his fill until I was at flood stage.
His hands worked their way underneath my shirt and ripped my bra.
My nipples immediately reacted to the warm contact of his fingers on my flesh.
My entire body heated up like I had a fever, and I couldn’t get enough of Jabari’s rich scent of oud and tonka beans, the low, deep hum in his throat, the vibrations his hum sent through my pussy, or the feeling of his lips, tongue, and fingers infiltrating every defense and barrier I erected.
When he finished corrupting my body, he stepped back and walked toward the door.
“I’ll be in touch with details about our next date,” he stated before he walked out of my office and closed the door behind him.
“Okay,” I whimpered after the door closed.
I was still sprawled on my desk with my pants hanging off one leg, and my panties resting on the floor in shreds—trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.