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The following day, Rich lounged in King's office with him. All of King's employees had gone home and he was about to close the business when his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen on his BlackBerry and squinted his eyes.
“Who is it?” Rich asked.
King shrugged his shoulders and answered the phone. “It's King.” He paused. “Who?”
Rich leaned back in his seat.
“Oh, Heather, Vanessa's friend.” King smiled.
Rich leaned forward with a scowl.
“So you wanna be a cover girl?”
“Tell her to come over,” Rich instructed in a low tone.
“Why don't you come over so we can discuss it?”
Yeah. Rich nodded. I got something for her ass.
“Okay. See you in a little while.” King hung up.
“I definitely need to see her,” Rich said. He had already told King of his vindictive plot to sex Heather as payback to Vanessa. King was considering doing business with Heather. But he told Rich that he owed him a favor since it was him who had allowed Zora into his home, and from there things had become chaotic for Rich.
Rich smiled. “I know you trying to make this snow bunny the next Coco.”
“I keep telling you, she still gonna wanna run with the team after you slut her. Won’t be the first time a chick got her back blown out to advance her career through this company.” King picked up his office phone and called security downstairs. He told them he was expecting Heather and to let her in.
“I'm going out front to wait on her.” Rich left the office and went to the waiting area outside of the elevator. He flopped down on the long leather couch in front of the coffee table littered with books and magazines. He flipped through them, picking up Brooklyn Born. He began reading the coming-of-age tale of a drug dealer and a stickup kid that rose through the ranks on the streets, not much unlike he and King had done. Rich was engrossed in the story, only realizing that over an hour had passed when the elevator sounded.
Heather stepped off the elevator in a black dress with sequins and a matching watch. Her long hair flowed over her chest, just above her melon-sized breasts.
That's a bad-ass white chick. Rich could smell the Prada Milano perfume she sported as she neared him. He knew the scent well, because he had introduced Candy to it. He was attracted to Heather, but knowing she was part of the duo that influenced his first love to dump him made Heather his enemy. Rich knew she liked him from how she had stared at him while Vanessa and Peg attacked him verbally. Her ogling eyes revealed a weakness Rich was determined to exploit.
“Rich,” Heather said, with a partial smile of interest and apprehension. “I'm sorry about what happened between you and Vanessa.”
“All good things come to an end.” He patted his hand beside him on the couch. “Rest your feet.”
“Looks deserted in here,” Heather said as she sat, crossing her legs. “No sign of King.”
“He just left. I told him I wanted to meet with you first.” He placed his hand on her thigh. “You seemed interested in me yesterday, so I figured we'd get to know each other.” Heather placed her hand on top of Rich's hand, slowly guiding it up her dress, between the gap in her crotchless panties and into her pussy.
Rich pulled his hand out and toward her face. She jerked her neck back slightly. Rich continued, placing his fingers in her mouth.
Heather reluctantly began sucking her own liquids from Rich's fingers. She licked his fingers like a hard dick until Rich continued pushing his hand down her throat. She gagged. Heather began coughing like a bronchitis patient.
Rich unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick. As soon as she was done coughing, Rich stood and helped her to her feet. He pulled her over to the nearby receptionist desk. “Get on top.”
“Huh?”
He looked at his Rolex. “I ain't got all day, baby.”
She looked at the desk for a moment, then slowly climbed on top of it.”
“On your knees.” Rich climbed on the long, mahogany desk behind her. He was careful not to knock down the computer. He grabbed her ass and dug his dick between the crack of her ass until the head of his dick was in her rectum.
“Ahhh. Fuck. Goddamn!” Heather moved forward as she screamed.
He pulled her back, ramming into her until all ten inches of him was up her ass. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck!”
Heather's screams hyped Rich. He threw the force and weight of his lower body at her, stretching her rectum with each pump.
“Fuck. Ohhhhh.”
Rich smiled as he watched Heather's forehead bang into the wall the desk was posted against. He grabbed a handful of her long, blond hair and pulled it back until it was wedged between his palm and her waist as he stroked.
“Fuck. It hurts, Rich. Yeah!”
Rich used his free hand to slap each of her fat, white butt cheeks.
“Fuck! Goddamn!” she blurted as pain resonated from Rich's hand.
He let go of her hair and rammed into her savagely, banging her head against the wall one last time. He watched the red welts on her ass swell and show the form of his handprint. He pulled his dick from her asshole, sat on the edge of the table and guided Heather's face into his lap. She sucked his dick clean of the shitty, bloody remnants of her asshole. He pulled her head down as he was ready to cum. Her gag reflexes kicked in again. As soon as she leaned back, globs of cum shot from Rich's dick in her mouth and eyes. Her face resembled a pastry topped with stripes of vanilla frosting. Rich nonchalantly strolled past her, picked up her Marc Jacobs dress and cleaned his dick with it. He tossed it on the floor beside her. “Wipe your face and get dressed so I can shut the office down.”
Heather exploded with tears as she noticed her reflection for the first time on the computer screen. She looked down at the silk dress worth over $1,000, then stared at Rich and shook her head.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DOMINGO
Domingo was cruising through Bed-Stuy when he parked in front of Jessica's house. He sounded his horn four times. Domingo watched her exit her home and lock the door. She sported a colorful sundress and black pumps. She put on her Gucci shades and began strutting toward Domingo's Expedition with her handbag held close to her.
Domingo bopped his head to Maino's “Let it Fly” as the video played on the small screen in front of him.
Jessica opened the door and got in. “Hey, baby.” The shapely Latina smiled and kissed him.
“How you?”
“It's all about you, not me.”
“It's all about this road trip,” Domingo said, adjusting a fresh pair of Cartier specs he had recently bought. “You ready?”
“I'm always ready for you.”
Domingo pulled off, thinking of how fortunate he was to have Jessica on his side. Even though they were no longer an item, she was loyal to him. She had his back even after she dumped him when he was arrested for a gun while he was supposed to be on a date with her.
As Domingo stopped at a red light, he handed Jessica two Visas. “Keep one for you, ya heard?”
“That's what's up.”
“You sure you wanna do this in New York?”
“Sak's Fifth Avenue is another world, even though it's technically in Manhattan.” Jessica giggled, then placed her hand on Domingo's shoulder. “Don't worry about the law.”
“If you say so.” Domingo pulled off when the light turned green.
“You just point out the clothes and let me handle the rest.”
Domingo steered over the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. Heading through Little Italy and a couple of other neighborhoods placed him in Midtown, Manhattan. He struggled to find a parking space, ending up in a garage not far from his destination of 50th Street and 5th Avenue.
“The land of milk and honey,” Jessica said as they stepped in front of Sak's Fifth Avenue. “Every woman's dream. Follow me.”
Domingo trekked behind her. They strolled through the wood-trimmed ground level for a s
econd, then headed upstairs for the exclusive designers. Jessica helped Domingo pick out a Chanel dress and handbag for Chanel along with a leather body suit by Bottega Veneta and a Moschino bag for Candy.
“That's it?” Jessica asked.
Domingo nodded. “I'll be outside.”
As he went downstairs and outside of the store, he contemplated how unusual it was for him to have his ex-girlfriend help him shop for two women he was now involved with. Then there was the reality of him having become more than sexual partners with Chanel and Candy. He had been spending a lot of time with both women. Neither had officially become his woman. But the nights they spent together and mornings they cooked for Domingo spoke volumes. Having the Twins kill Rich and Vanessa was no longer a priority for Domingo. He had the women he had hoped to get without having to cause anyone harm.
Jessica pranced out of Sak's Fifth Avenue with two handfuls of bags. Domingo grabbed them. “See you loaded up too.”
“That's what stolen account numbers and bogus credit cards are for,” Jessica said, flashing her perfect teeth. “Now let’s fill our stomachs with the balance.”
Domingo and Jessica made their way back to the garage. After loading the back of Domingo's Expedition, they were on their way.
A short trip placed them inside of the prominent Upper East Side restaurant Bolivar. They ended up in a huge hacienda-style room sparsely filled with patrons. The walls were sprinkled with leaves, giving the Latin restaurant a rural feel. After finishing the main course for lunch, Domingo snacked on freshly made chocolate as Jessica sipped wine from a Mexican glass.
“What's up with your sister?” Domingo asked.
“She'd lose her mind and question how well mine is working if she knew I was out shopping for your girlfriends.”
“Girlfriends is too strong a term.”
“You don't drop almost ten stacks at Sak's on some fuck buddies.”
Domingo grinned. “Friends with benefits is a better term.” But the reality was, Domingo had feelings for Candy and Chanel—feelings that he knew were leading him somewhere. But he did not know the destination.
* * *
Later that evening, Domingo walked through the door of the house he had recently began renting in South Ozone Park, Queens. He locked the door and eased through his spacious living room, hall and into his bedroom. He put the bag with Candy's outfit away. Then he pulled the 9-millimeter Smith and Wesson from his waistline and set it on the nightstand as he sat on the bed in the air-conditioned room. From his iPhone, he ordered some Chinese food from a local restaurant. After it arrived, he showered and waited in the living room for Candy to show up.
Domingo was lying on the couch lusting over Lisa Raye and Stacy Dash on Single Ladies when the doorbell rang. He sprang to his feet and looked through the peephole. Damn. Domingo's eyes honed in on Candy's cleavage bulging through her lace bra beneath her blouse. He opened the door, kissed and hugged her before letting her in.
“Chinese?” Candy said, taking a deep breath and spotting the bag of food on the dining room table. “Smells good.”
Domingo reheated the food, then he and Candy began eating at the table.
“So what you been up to today?” Candy asked.
“Shopping.”
Candy giggled lightly.
“So Domingo going shopping is a joke?”
“No, no, no.” Candy shook her head. “Just thinking about when I first met you in Red Hook. You was a fly-ass little cat. Had like fifteen-hundred worth of gear on.”
“You remember that clearly, huh?”
“Down to the Gucci shorts and diamonds. It threw me for a loop because you was so short.”
“Come on, Mamita. You know you wanted to give me the pussy right there.”
“If you was older and I wasn't strictly dealing with women, maybe.”
“Now you can't get enough of me.” Domingo took a bite of his beef rib.
“Now you're a grown-ass man.” Candy walked around the table and sat on Domingo's lap. She gave him a long kiss, gazing at him with her seductive eyes.
Domingo's heart raced. He loved everything about her. Her sexy eyes, her smooth skin, her juicy lips, the baby hair that trailed the long curls dangling past her shoulders. She was perfect. She opened her mouth to speak and Domingo silenced her with a kiss. “You look so good I just wanna stare at you in silence for a minute. Really appreciate your beauty.”
Candy blushed.
“Okay,” Domingo said moments later. “You can talk.”
Candy giggled. “You crazy.”
“I just recognize I got a good thing, ya heard?”
Candy took one of Domingo's ribs, bit a piece and then fed him the remainder of it.
After eating, Domingo went into the bedroom and returned with the outfit he and Jessica had picked out for Candy.
“Oh, this is hot.” Her face lit up as she held up the body suit, then inspected the handbag. “Thank you so much.” She hugged Domingo.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you.” He kissed her. “For being real.”
Candy stared at him in silence, clearly surprised. “I'm gonna put this up.”
Domingo sat on the couch and kicked off his slippers. He laid on his stomach, and gazed at the wide screen television.
Minutes later, Domingo was flicking though the channels, when Candy sauntered in the room wearing a nightgown. She climbed on his back and laid there. Her soft, warm body wrapped around Domingo, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers rubbing his neck. Domingo thought of questioning Candy about their relationship being defined in concrete terms. But as they lie there together on his couch in silence watching television in his home, it was clear to him that he had invited Candy into his world and she had accepted the invitation. No proclamation or designation of a formal relationship would make the intimacy they shared any more real. Candy was a significant part of his life and that was all that mattered.
* * *
The following morning, Domingo opened his eyes, finding the television on from the night before. He could feel Candy's warmth, because her body was still on top of his. He could feel the beat of her heart against his back. When he felt her body shift, he tugged on her arm. “Wake up, Mamita.”
“Huh? What?” she mumbled while holding him tighter.
Domingo glanced at the time on the clock above his television. “It's almost ten o'clock. We gotta get up, ya heard?”
Domingo and Candy slithered off the couch and showered. After dressing, Candy cooked Domingo breakfast, then they prepared to leave.
“Where you going?” Domingo asked.
“Back to the telly.” Candy had been living in a hotel in Mount Vernon.
Domingo kissed her neck. He whispered in her ear. “Why don't you stop making the Hilton rich and rest your head here?”
“After I get situated,” Candy said. She mentioned an appointment she had with a realtor later that day to discuss her finding some commercial property in Mount Vernon to open a hair salon. Candy felt it was time to work harder at making money, because Rich was no longer around.
“Come on, Mamita.”
Candy turned around and kissed Domingo. Her tongue slid around in his mouth. “In due time, baby.”
Domingo watched her step off and grab the Sak's Fifth Avenue bag. She held it up. “Thanks again.” Candy stepped out of the door.
Domingo went into his bedroom and removed one of the handguns from underneath his mattress. He inspected the clip, then cocked the .380-caliber Walther, before tucking the small handgun in the waistline of his jean shorts and pulling his Polo shirt over the slight bulge. He looked in the mirror, adjusting his Cartier frames. Then he removed a thin, black diamond bracelet from its jewelry box and put it on. He left home and got in his Expedition.
As he rode through Queens on his way to Brooklyn, he got a call from Chanel.
“What you up to?”
“Gotta take care of some biz, ya
heard?”
“You need to come take care of your business with me.”
“Kind of frisky this morning?”
“All I need is a quickie to hold me over 'till later.”
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