The Head That Wears The Crown

by D D Bridges

  “So, these plans that you claimed to have tonight,” I said handing her one of the glasses. “A new boyfriend?”

  “I was meeting my friends for dinner and then drinks afterwards. Not that it’s any of your business,” she said snidely before taking a sip from her glass.

  I sipped my drink as well but kept my gaze on her. “So you’re not seeing anyone.” I said as more of a statement than a question. She looked at me skeptically, probably wondering if I was setting her up. Even though she had worked for me for five years, I don’t think that Juanita had ever seen me this relaxed. I also never asked about her love life. From the way that she was always making advances at me I assumed that she wasn’t with anyone, but maybe she was. Maybe she was only looking to fulfill a fantasy of sleeping with a rich and powerful man.

  “Are you seeing anyone, Mr. King?” she asked, a hint of seduction in her voice.

  “I asked you first.”

  “And I asked you second,” she replied. Her hazel eyes remained locked with mine, making it clear that Juanita wasn’t the type of woman to back down from anything.

  “So you like to play games,” I commented as I set my glass down on the desk. “Or is there actually a reason for you being evasive?”

  “I’m not being evasive,” she said. “I’m just inclined to wonder why you suddenly have an interest in my personal life.”

  “Well, I was just trying to make conversation. I also thought that it would be good to get to know you a little better,” I told her. “But I must say that I’m inclined to wonder why you have been so forward about your attraction to me but you’re not willing to give up details about yourself.”

  She moved closer to me, her body coming within inches of mine.

  “Well, when it comes to my attraction for you, that isn’t something that I can repress,” she said before licking her lips hungrily. She flicked the collar of my shirt and then used her index finger to trace a path from my collar bone to the waist of my pants. “You have no idea how hard it is to work with you every day. You’re everything that I like; smooth, chocolate skin; strong jaw; tall, muscular body. I watch the way that you command the ship; the way that everyone around here moves at your command. And the fact that you’re so young too. Not only is it impressive, but it turns me all the way on.”

  Now she had me turned on. That look in her eyes, the way that her body was just barely touching mine, it was about to drive me crazy. My mind knew better than to allow this woman to seduce me, but my body didn’t give a damn.

  “You still haven’t answered my original question,” I said, trying to stay focused on something other than all of the nasty things that I wanted to do to her right then.

  She chuckled then said, “Whether I’m seeing someone or not really isn’t any of your business.”

  “Everything is my business,” I told her.

  “Oh really,” she said, flipping her head to one side. “Why are you so damn cocky?”

  “Why are you so damn sexy?”

  I could tell that my question caught her off guard, but she quickly recovered, all of her swag and sensuality coming back.

  “What kind of question is that?” she asked.

  “A viable one, I think, especially since you’ve been trying to use your sexiness to distract me,” I said.

  “Distract you?” she said with a laugh as she set her glass beside mine. “I don’t want to distract you, Darius. I want to fuck you.”

  This time she caught me off guard. I had to admit that there was something about a woman who knew what she wanted and didn’t mind telling you. Even though I knew that this was what Juanita had been thinking all along, I never thought that she’d be bold enough to say it. Something was telling me that I was about to have a damn good night.

  Juanita gripped my tie and used it to pull me toward her. She kissed me with reckless abandon, rubbing her soft breast against me, and then lifted her knee, causing her thigh to stroke my hard dick.

  I pushed her back against the desk and broke the kiss, not because I wanted to stop, but mainly because I wanted to be in control.

  “What are you doing?” I asked her, my hands caressing the small of her back.

  “What does it look like?” she said as she began to unbutton her black, silk blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely covered her nipples.

  I took a step back so that I could get a good look at her. Then my questioning eyes met hers.

  “What? You don’t want to have sex with me?” she asked seductively as she looked down at the bulge in my pants and then smiled.

  “The question is are you sure that you can handle this?” I asked her.

  “Sure baby. I can handle whatever you throw at me,” she said as she gripped the waist of my pants and pulled me to her once again.

  “No, that’s not what I mean,” I told her. “What happens when you start catching feelings?”

  “Oh, so you’re just assuming that your dick is gonna have me sprung, like it’s that good,” she said. “Besides, how do you know that I don’t already have feelings for you,” she said becoming serious.

  “Are you saying that you do?” I asked as I studied her face.

  Slowly, she nodded her head as she began to focus in on my lips. I lifted her chin and pressed my lips against hers for a brief moment.

  “I can’t do this,” I said shaking my head. “I can’t play with your feelings like that, especially when I know that I don’t feel the same way.”

  “Maybe you just don’t know yet that you feel the same way,” she said as she coiled one of her legs around my thigh. She tried to kiss me again but I stopped her.

  “Juanita, this will only complicate things. Personally and professionally,” I told her.

  “Just one night,” she pleaded. “Just let me see what it’s like to be with you one time and I promise that I won’t ever ask again.”

  “It’s not that simple, baby. Trust me… you’re gonna want it again,” I said before kissing her lips, “and again,” I mumbled, kissing her neck, “and again.” I began to suck the tops of her breast, filling my mouth with them like they were pieces of fruit. I was only giving her an appetizer but it didn’t take long for the sound of her moans to begin to fill my office.

  She practically began to rip my clothes off, snatching at the knot on my tie until it came undone. She made quick work of the buttons on my shirt and it was soon removed. She then peeled off her bra and wiggled out of her gray skirt. Now all she had on was her black leather boots and a thong.

  She kissed me while she unbuckled my belt, then unfastened my pants. Her fingers found their way into my boxer shorts and latched themselves onto my throbbing dick. Regaining the control I took both of her wrists into my hands and used my body to push her back until she was lying flat on the desk.

  We moaned in unison as my mouth ravished hers. My hand travelled south, caressing her nipple and grazing her abdomen on the way down. My fingers found their way past her thong and into her wetness. I used my thumb to press down on her clitoris while I inserted my middle finger into her pussy. Rotating my thumb in small circles, I inserted my index finger along with the one that had already found a steady rhythm. Then my ring finger joined the party and already Juanita’s legs had begun to shake.

  “More,” she moaned against my mouth.

  “You want it?” I grunted

  “Please, Darius,” she said, her voice a weak plea as I continued to tease her with my fingers. I smiled, knowing that I now had her body completely subjected to my touch. I could make her body respond the way that I wanted it too.

  I slid my dick inside of her, surprising her. Her mouth hung open for a moment as I pushed it in as deep as I could, not stopping until my balls touched the bottom of her ass. Her fingernails dug into my back as I moved in and out of her, torturing her slowly. I hardly ever took my time when I was with any other woman, but something told me that a woman like Juanita liked it that way. The way that she was moaning and singing my name confi
rmed that.

  As much as we were both enjoying the slower pace, I had to hit it from the back one good time. I was about to pull out of her but she held me in place, entrapping me with her legs.

  “No, don’t stop,” she said breathlessly but with enough force behind her voice that I knew that it was a command.

  I looked at her for a moment before grabbing her thighs and snatching her to the edge of the desk. I then flipped her over so that she was now standing in a bent over position with her chest and stomach on the desk. I ripped her thong off and then rammed into her from behind, causing her to scream out in pleasure. I leaned across her back, grabbed a fist full of her hair, and jerked her head to the side.

  My lips against her ear, I said, “We gon’ do this my way.” Not giving her a chance to respond, I began pumping into her hard and fast. I handled her roughly, making sure that she knew that I was the one in control. But just like almost every other woman that I had ever been with, she liked it rough too. I was sure that her screams could be heard all the way down the hall and I could only hope that there was no one else there working late.

  I stood up straight so that I could watch her ass shake as our bodies slammed against each other. Her perfect onion-shaped ass had me mesmerized as I watched her whip it back and forth. Her knees began to buckle as an orgasm ripped through her body and I came right behind her.

  We both stood there panting and enjoying the afterglow. I stroked and groped her ass, one thing still on my mind.

  “Let’s go to your place.”

  Chapter V

  A few days later my boys called me and told me that they all wanted to meet with me at Derek’s place. I had no idea what had been going on since the night of the shooting at the club, but I was about to find out.

  “What took you so long to get here?” Terry asked as soon as I walked in the door. Kenny and Mike were sitting in the living. Terry was pacing the floor which wasn’t unusual for him. He always paced when he was worried or in deep thought.

  “I came as soon as I could,” I told him. Derek peeked out the door before closing and locking it.

  “Did anybody follow you?” he asked.

  “Nah, why?” I said, obviously confused.

  “It’s a lot going on, bruh,” Mike said.

  “Yeah, this nigga KaRon gon’ have to be dealt wit’,” Kenny told me.

  “KaRon? What’s going on with him?” I asked as I took a seat on the couch.

  “All this shit started yesterday,” Terry began to tell me. “I’m out there standing on my corner, doing what I do, when Chase come rollin’ up on me.”

  “Who’s Chase?” I asked.

  “Chase is one of KaRon’s lieutenants,” Terry said. “He do all of KaRon’s dirty work. But anyway, Chase rolled up on me and told me that KaRon wanted to see me. I asked him what he wanted to see me for but he wouldn’t say. So I told him to leave me the hell alone and he drove away. A couple of hours later he comes back with KaRon. They start grilling me about my money being short, but I know that my money ain’t never been short. So he accuses me of stealing from him and said that if I don’t come up with fifty large then he gon’ cap me.”

  “What? Why is he trippin’ like that?” I asked.

  “Because he just found out that you the nigga who put him on his ass that night outside of the club,” Kenny said. “And he found out that Terry is your boy.”

  “Yeah, and I peeped that right away. So I told that nigga that I wasn’t paying him shit and that I wasn’t gon’ be slinging for him anymore,” Terry said.

  “And now KaRon got a bounty out on both of y’all heads. Twenty-five thousand for you and twenty-five for Terry,” Derek told me. That was when I realized how serious this shit was. KaRon had the whole neighborhood looking for us all because of some bullshit that happened outside of the club.

  “That ain’t it, D,” Mike said, looking at me seriously. “Because Natalie left with you that night, KaRon showed up at her place a few days later and roughed her up pretty bad. It would have been worse, but some of her neighbors heard the commotion and called the police.”

  “Damn!” I said as I got up from the couch. I walked over to the wall and punched it angrily. “Is she alright?”

  “Yeah, she only had a few bruises,” Mike said. “But nobody has seen her since. Some people say that she left town.”

  “Damn,” I said a little more calmly. My boys were right; KaRon needed to be dealt with.

  “Alright, T. How do we get at that nigga?” I asked Terry.

  “I know where all his secret spots at where he go to split up his shipments and to count his money.”

  “Cool. Get your piece and let’s go,” I said. Before we could even move toward the door Mike stopped us.

  “Whoa, wait a minute, y’all just gon’ up and go at him just like that?” Mike said.

  “Hell yeah,” Terry said snatching his gun out of his waist.

  “That’s not smart,” Derek said.

  “Yeah. KaRon ain’t gon’ be caught slippin’ right now, especially after he just put out a bounty on both of y’all. Terry, he already know that you ain’t a nigga that he want as an enemy,” Mike told us.

  “You damn right,” Terry said.

  “So what should we do? Just let that nigga get away with this shit?” I asked.

  “Nah, he can’t get away with this,” Mike said as he rose to his feet. Whenever he stood up anywhere, his presence seemed to dominate the room. “But give him a few more days. Wait until he relaxes a little bit then we can all roll up in there and deal with him, feel me?”

  “Yeah, I’m down wit’ that,” Kenny said. I looked at Derek who was nodding his headed in agreement too.

  “A’ight then. That’s what we’ll do,” I said.

  “You just lay low until we call you wit’ the plan,” Mike told me. I had done a good job of staying out of these street wars for the past five years, but this was different. Sure I was upset about what he had done to Natalie, but more importantly this was now a matter of life and death. I had to get to KaRon before he got to me.

  *******

  The following night I had dinner with Walter and his family. This was something that I always did about once a month since Walter and I were so close. Walter had really taken me under his wing and treated me like his own son from the day that we met at my dad’s funeral. I was confused about so many things at that time, but Walter helped me sort through all of it. He told me everything that he knew about my father. He knew things about my father that only those who were close to him would have known. It was because of Walter that I felt like I knew my father even though I never had the chance to meet him. But there was one question that Walter had never been able to answer for me: Why did my father never come to see me? My mother told me that he never called or even tried to see me ever. Yet, he had left me his fortune. It didn’t make sense to me, but I learned to accept it over time.

  The Evans were good people and they’ve always treated me like I was a part of their family. Their family included Walter, his wife Debra, and their two children, Leah and Jeremiah. Leah is 20 and going to school to become an Anesthesiologist. I always thought she was cool and any man could see that she was beautiful. Our moms tried to hook us up a couple of years ago when she first began college, but we never seriously pursued a relationship with each other. I guess we just didn’t have that spark and only saw each other as friends. Plus, Walter and I never really talked about me seeing his daughter. It was just one of those topics that we just seemed to avoid in order to not make our relationship awkward. Luckily, Leah and I never developed any serious feelings for each other.

  Even though I was rich now, I still felt that I was just a little bit too “hood” for a girl like Leah. She ended up dating some uppity college boy named Allen who came from a rich family too. He was at the dinner table with us as well, and was entertaining us with his lame jokes. It was quite obvious that Walter and Jeremiah didn’t like this guy, but Leah and Debra seemed
to love him since they were cackling at all of his jokes.

  Even though Allen’s jokes weren’t funny, dinner was still amusing for me since I was sitting next to Jeremiah. It was hard for me to suppress my laughter as Jeremiah was covertly mocking and insulting Allen under his breath. Walter caught on to some of Jeremiah’s antics and would occasionally shoot his son a stern look to let him know that he was being rude. Jeremiah was only 18 and had just begun his second semester of college at UGA. Even though he was a little bit of a nerd, he always acted cool whenever I came around. It was almost like he felt like he had to prove something to me, or maybe to his father. I guess because Walter always talked about me with such high regard Jeremiah might have felt a little intimidated by me. But still, he was like the little brother that I never had. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before he realized that I could never replace him as his father’s only son.

  Allen was talking non-stop and it was beginning to get on my nerves. I guess the only reason that it was annoying me now was because I had just finished my second plate of food and was now forced to listen to the conversation.

  “Darius, would you like some more? There’s plenty,” Debra offered ever so nicely.

  “Oh no, Mrs. Evans. I’m full. But thank you so much, it was all great,” I replied.

  “Oh, you’re welcome, sweetie. I’ll go fix you a plate to go in case you get hungry later on tonight.”

  “Thank you.”

  Debra exited the dining room and went into the kitchen.

  “So, Darius,” Allen began, “How are things going at the firm?”

  “Things are going good,” I replied. “Business has been running very smoothly.”

  “That’s good,” Allen replied. “It must have been nice to graduate from college and already have a big time job. You sure are the lucky one.”

  Me and Jeremiah shared a look that showed that we were both well aware of where Allen was going with this conversation. I really did not feel like dealing with Allen’s obnoxious ass tonight. He always had a way of trying to irk me by bringing up the fact that I had money that I virtually didn’t have to work for. That was a major contradiction on his part considering the fact that his family was rich. He knew just as well as I did that after he graduates, it doesn’t matter if he’s able to find a job or not, he will still be taken care of.