Chapter 22 Mehar
Mehar
I was distracted the entire time I was in class because I couldn’t stop thinking about Mateo Rios. His texts were menacing and had been keeping me up at night. There was a part of me that knew I should tell Quest but I was slightly ashamed.
This man was a client and I knew Quest hated that I used to be a dominatrix. But fuck it, I was telling him today. I’d rest better knowing that he would handle it.
I knew the cost of keeping secrets. When Zainab kept the secret that she knew Thad was Zahara’s killer, it could’ve destroyed me. I almost lost my sister over that. I wasn’t going to let a secret destroy what I had with Quest. Not when what we had was the first real thing I’d ever built with a man.
Mrs. Pak dismissed us at 4:15 and I was out the door before she finished her sentence about next week’s exam. I checked my phone in the parking lot and there it was. Another text from a number I didn’t recognize.
You can change your number. You can block me. You can hide all you want. But I’m patient, Dame CoCo. And patient men always get what they want.
My skin crawled. This man was persistent and I couldn’t understand why. What the fuck did he want with me? Get over it and leave me alone! I screenshotted the text and put my phone away and got in the SUV where Davis was waiting.
“Take me to the casino,” I said.
Davis pulled out and I sat in the backseat watching Silver Spring disappear behind us and thinking about how I was going to say this.
There was no version of this conversation that didn’t include Quest losing his mind.
But I’d rather he lose his mind with the truth than find out on his own and lose his trust in me.
I’d seen what happened to the women who lied to Quest Banks. I wasn’t joining that list.
Davis dropped me at the front entrance of the casino.
The construction crews were wrapping up for the day, sawdust and plastic sheeting everywhere, the sound of power tools winding down.
I walked through the unfinished lobby and took the elevator to the executive floor and knocked on Quest’s office door.
“It’s open.”
I walked in and he was behind his desk in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened.
“Are you busy?” I asked when I walked in.
“Not when you’re around. What’s going on?”
I sighed. I could feel my nerves tangling in my chest.
“Come here,” he said.
“I came here to talk to you about something.”
“Talk to me up close then.”
I walked around the desk and he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me before I could get a word out.
His hand went to the back of my neck and gripped and his mouth was hot and demanding and tasted like mint and I forgot what I came here to say for about ten seconds because his other hand was already sliding under my jacket and up my stomach.
“Quest, I need to tell you something.”
“Tell me after.” He pulled my jacket off my shoulders and tossed it on the floor.
His mouth moved to my neck and his hands gripped my waist and lifted me off his lap and set me on the edge of his desk.
Papers scattered. A pen holder fell over.
He didn’t care and honestly neither did I because his hands were pulling my leggings down my thighs and his mouth was on my collarbone and my brain had officially surrendered to my body.
He pulled my leggings all the way off and dropped them on the floor with my jacket. I was sitting on his desk in nothing but a thong and a tank top and he was standing between my legs looking at me like I was the only thing in the building worth his attention.
“You came all the way to my office looking like this and expected me to have a conversation?” He hooked his finger under the strap of my thong and pulled it to the side. “Nah. We’re talking after.”
He unbuckled his belt with one hand and freed his dick and when I looked down my heartbeat started to pound out of my chest. He gripped my thighs and pulled me to the very edge of the desk until my ass was barely on the wood and pushed his dick inside me in one slow, deep stroke that made my head fall back and my hands grab the edge of the desk behind me.
“Fuck, Quest.” The word came out strangled because he was so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
“You missed me today?” He pulled back slow and pushed in again, deeper, and I gasped. “Tell me you missed me.”
“I missed you.”
“How much?” Another stroke, harder this time, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me into him.
“So much I couldn’t focus in class.”
“Good. I don’t want you focusing on shit but me.” He picked up the pace and the desk started rocking against the wall with every thrust and papers were sliding off the surface and I didn’t care because his dick was hitting spots that made my vision blur and my nails scrape across the mahogany.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up so we were face to face, my legs wrapped around him, his dick buried inside my pussy to the hilt.
He held me there and rolled his hips slow and deliberate, grinding against my clit with every rotation, and I moaned into his mouth because the pressure was building fast and he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You know what I think about all day?” he said against my lips.
“This pussy. Sitting in meetings thinking about this pussy. Reading contracts thinking about how wet you get for me. I had a conference call this morning and I was hard the entire time because you sent me that picture of you in the shower.”
“That picture was for motivation.”
“It motivated something alright.” He thrust harder and I cried out. “Let me hear you, Peach. Ain’t nobody up here but us.”
I wasn’t quiet. Not with him fucking me on his desk with his tie hanging loose and his sleeves rolled up and his dick stretching my pussy open with every stroke.
I was loud and I didn’t care because we were the only two people on this floor.
The desk slammed against the wall with every thrust and I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer and let him hear exactly what he was doing to me.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, his voice low and rough against my ear.
“Yours.”
“Whose desk are you getting fucked on?”
“Yours.”
“Whose woman are you?”
“Yours, Quest. I’m yours.”
“Then come for me. Right now. On this desk. Let me feel it.”
I came so hard my legs locked around his waist and my whole body shook and I screamed into his palm and felt my pussy clenching around his dick in waves that wouldn’t stop.
He groaned and buried himself deep and came inside me with his face in my neck and his arms wrapped around my back and his whole body shuddering against mine.
We stayed like that for a minute. Him still inside me, both of us breathing hard, papers everywhere, the desk shifted about six inches from where it started. His reading glasses were on the floor. I started laughing.
“Your desk looks like a crime scene,” I said.
“Worth it.” He pulled back and looked at me and kissed my forehead. “Now. What did you need to tell me?”
I pulled my tank top straight and sat on the edge of his wrecked desk and looked at him while he buckled his belt.
“I have a former client who’s been harassing me,” I said.
“He was a dungeon client. He came to me a few times before I shut everything down. And since I ended the business, he’s been sending me money on CashApp, texting me from different numbers, and he won’t stop.
I’ve blocked him multiple times and he keeps finding new ways to reach me. ”
Quest leaned against the windowsill and crossed his arms. His face hadn’t changed yet but I could see him shifting into the other mode, the one where he stopped being my man and started being the man who handled problems.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
“Mateo Rios.”
The calm left his face. His arms uncrossed and his jaw tightened and he looked at me with an expression that told me he knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Mateo Rios,” he repeated.
“You know him?”
“Yeah. I know him. He’s been using my trucks to move cocaine for five years. I just cut ties with him.” He was quiet for a second. “He was your client?”
“He booked sessions at the dungeon. But he wasn’t submitting. He was studying me. Learning my real name, my routines, how I operated. He was different from every other client I ever had. He didn’t break. He absorbed everything and walked out the same way he walked in and it scared me.”
“How long has he been contacting you?”
“Since before the kidnapping. But it got worse after. He’s been sending thousands of dollars through CashApp that I keep declining. Today he texted me from a new number. He said patient men always get what they want.”
Quest stood by that window and I watched him process Mateo Rios through a lens he hadn’t had five minutes ago.
This wasn’t just a stalker. This was a man connected to a cartel family who had been inside Quest’s trucks for years and inside his woman’s dungeon and was now making threats that connected both of those worlds.
“I’ll handle it,” he said. “You did the right thing telling me. Don’t respond to him again. Whatever number he texts from, screenshot it and send it to me.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m mad at him. You should’ve told me sooner but I get why you didn’t.” He walked over and put his hand on my face. “You’re not Dame CoCo anymore. That life is done. And anybody who can’t accept that is gonna have a conversation with me that they won’t enjoy.”
I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes and for a second everything felt manageable. The secret was out. He wasn’t angry. He was going to handle it.
His phone rang.
He pulled it out and looked at the screen. “Rita,” he said, and answered. “Hey, Grandma. What’s up?”
I watched his face change in real time. Whatever Rita was saying collapsed everything he’d just built. His jaw locked, his eyes went cold, and his hand dropped from my face.
“What do you mean she didn’t come home?” he said. “When did she leave? Where did she go?”
I sat up straight because the room had just turned ice cold.
“She went to see Dante? Who told her to go see Dante?” He was pacing now, his free hand balled into a fist. “Grandma, I need you to calm down. I’m going to find her. I’m leaving right now.”
He hung up and looked at me and the man standing in front of me was not the same man who’d just had me on his desk. This was the other Quest.
“Serenity’s missing,” he said. “She went to Dante’s house yesterday and never came back.”