To Paris with Love: A Family Business Novel (The Family Business)

by Weber, Carl

  I turned to Paris. “You like?” I mumbled, watching her getting a rub on the table beside me.

  “Yeah,” she purred softly, briefly opening her eyes to smile at me.

  After the first hot stone went atop my back, I felt ready to forget all about the day we’d had. It was the expert touch of those thumbs pressing against the soles of my feet that put me all the way under. It was one of those intense sleeps where you wake up wondering if you’ve been drooling. I was certainly snoring when I woke, realizing my massage was still going on. The hot stones were gone and only one masseuse was working on me, hands skilled yet more forceful in their glide over my body. At the base of my skull, strong fingers pinched both sides of my neck, making me mumble something that made no sense. My body responded, going limp, as those hands navigated from my neck down my back, thumbs working like powerful little rollers along my spine. I motioned for the masseuse to leave as I rose and approached Paris.

  Her body responded as I slid the sheet off of her and began to rub oil on the small of her back, then smoothly traversed the slippery slopes leading to her buttocks. My strong hands began working her ass cheeks.

  “Ooooh, boy,” she cooed, enjoying every single touch.

  “Aimes-tu?” I spoke in French even though we were in still Spain.

  She strained to move her head, opening a lazy eye long enough to spy me working her. “Well, all right now.” Her lips parted in a happy smile.

  “Yeah, baby. You like?”

  “Bonne,” she hissed in French as I spread oil over her ass cheeks. I lowered my face firmly between them. My tongue slithered about at first, teasing and titillating before I put my lips on hers for a little mouth-to-kitty resuscitation. Between each kiss, I paused to lick her from pussy to asshole and back again. Her body responded with shivers. She came just from my breath hovering about her pussy. I forced my face deeper between her legs and sucked on her clit. She cried out in ecstasy. She came again, this time hard and fast.

  “Take the pussy, daddy. Take it,” she begged me. I dropped my towel and climbed onto the table. I entered her, my dick more swollen and desperate to have her.

  “Ooooh,” she muttered as I got into a groove.

  She arched her back, welcoming me as I worked every stroke, riding her like she was the wave and I was the surfer. My pelvis slapped against her ass again and again, my big dick determined to tickle her cervix. I wasn’t going to stop until I wore the pussy out.

  “Paris,” I whispered in her ear, consumed by my need to be close to her.

  “I want it, boy,” she gasped back in response. “Give me that.”

  She kept bucking her hips as I fought to get even deeper inside of her. As we battled, I bit at her shoulder, showering her with foul words of praise. My pumping became shorter, more intense, as I shifted my rhythm and stroke. I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers.

  “Paris, I . . . um . . . oh shit, oh shit. I’m . . .” I babbled, sweat now forming between the barest of spaces that separated us.

  “Yes!” she yelled, closing her eyes as I did a deep final thrust. We both erupted in pleasure. I felt our bodies shudder in a sticky sweat swirl of ecstasy.

  For the longest I remained motionless atop her, with the only sound being the rapid rising and falling of my chest.

  “Damn,” I eventually said almost as a gasp of escaping air.

  “Yeah,” she replied, barely able to speak.

  “I dreamed of this, Paris,” I admitted, sliding to the side on the table to make her more comfortable. “Back when I first laid my eyes on you. It never left my head. For real.”

  “Even when you were bodying folk? And fuckin’ them other bitches?” she asked jokingly. Well . . . half jokingly.

  “Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “You were such a distraction. Probably why I was off my game.”

  “Boy, I don’t see nothin’ off about your game,” she teased as I pulled her tight, spooning with me.

  “I like this.” As I said the words I realize just how unfamiliar and true they were. This . . . whatever this was right now wasn’t going to last. We both knew that. She’d have to get back to school and I’d be off to my next assignment. Shit. So I might as well enjoy it because for once I wasn’t ready to be by myself. I liked this.

  Paris

  34

  “Where you goin’?” I groggily asked Niles, hating to see the light of day coming through the curtains.

  “Just going take a shower. Go back to sleep, Paris. We’ll have breakfast on the patio later on . . . when you’re ready,” he declared, dick still impressive in its non-aroused state as he stood naked over me. If my pussy wasn’t taking a rest, I would’ve reached up to coax it back to full attention.

  Instead, I rolled over in the canopy bed and obeyed him this time. I slid one of the extra pillows over my head, content with my memories of last night. It was impressive that he actually kept getting better. Hell, I didn’t even think that was possible. I smiled, thinking how I came all over that dick in this very bed.

  I heard Niles rustling, probably looking for a change of clothes, but why was the shower still running?

  That question was enough to leave me unsettled when I should’ve been afloat in dreamland. When I sensed Niles reaching for my purse, that’s when I slid the pillow from off my head to see what the fuck was up.

  As I sat up, I discovered why the shower was still running.

  Because Niles was still in it.

  “Paris Wimberly,” the woman in all-black Adidas gear with pretty amber skin said, reciting my name off the ID Orlando had given me. The ID that had been in my motherfuckin’ purse until now. “Hello, Paris,” she said as she finally greeted me with a snarky smile. She was the bitch who I’d seen Niles with on the boat and the one who kinda saved my ass yesterday.

  I could tell she meant business by the compact Ruger she pointed at me with her other hand. It was similar to mine that I’d ditched back in Valencia.

  No time for second-guessing. Without taking my eyes off her, I reacted. I snatched the alarm clock on the side of the bed and hurled it in her direction, its freed chord flailing behind it as it sailed toward her face. As she shielded her nose, the Bose struck the back of her hand. Yelping in pain, she dropped her gun as I hoped she would. I wanted to dive for it, but I’d only slowed her with my throw because, like some sort of mixed martial artist, she came around with an axe kick to make me think twice.

  She just missed me as I rolled away. Her foot dropped onto the soft mattress with more force than I expected. On the opposite side of the bed, I came to my feet. Standing there naked, I spied Niles’s karambit blades resting on the dresser, right where he’d placed them last night. Before he proceeded to some deep dicking.

  Damn, Niles and his dick getting in my head at the wrong moment. But at least he left something out that I could use.

  And, being the excellent pupil, I’d seen how he worked ’em.

  I hurled myself toward her just as she began to bend over, those blades of Niles’s flailing through the air in my hands. She had to pull back just to avoid her face being sliced open. Judging by her looks and the extensive upkeep, bitch had to be as vain as me. As she fell onto her butt, I landed atop her, trying to pin her arms with my knees as she squirmed around.

  That cocky look of hers faded as I raised the curved blades overhead, preparing to paint the room red and end her before she had another chance to end me. The bitch didn’t go out like that though. Getting a single hand free, she stunned me by reaching up, digging her nails in, and squeezing the fuck out of my exposed left tit. When I reacted, she used my surprise to toss me off her.

  “You crazy bitch!” I yelled as we simultaneously came to our feet.

  She replied with something in Farsi that didn’t sound too nice either, but somehow she’d got her hands back on her Ruger. Just as she was about to take aim and I cocked back to throw Niles’s blades, a voice roared, “Stop!”

  Both of us froze, turning to see
Niles, who’d emerged from the bathroom in a towel that barely hung around his waist as he dripped water all over the carpet. He was breathing hard, mean-mugging first at the bitch in black then me.

  After running his fingers through his hair and quickly surveying the room, he snatched his blades back from me while leaving the girl with her gun.

  “Hey!” I yelled over him rudely disarming me like that and leaving me literally naked.

  “Paris,” he said, pausing to think. “This is Nadja . . . my travel agent,” he said, motioning toward our visitor, who was glaring at me.

  There was no way this bitch was a travel agent. He must think I’m a real stupid bitch.

  Niles

  35

  “What the fuck is she still doing here?” Nadja snapped as Paris hastily wrapped herself up in a sheet.

  “Unlike you, stalker, I was invited,” Paris snapped back. “Sorry I can’t say the same for you.”

  “She’s my company,” I replied, coming between the two of them as Nadja still wielded her gun.

  “Yeah. I can see that,” she said as she flipped Paris’s driver’s license—which I’d already checked—in Paris’s direction. If it was a forgery, it was a good one. “But what the fuck is she doing here in Valencia? How do we know she’s not a plant?” Nadja demanded. Damn her and that temper.

  “I’ll show you what I’m doing here, bitch! No sneaking up on me this time!” Paris snarled as she tried to get by me to Nadja. Even unarmed and wearing a sheet, she was still crazy as fuck.

  I thought physically blocking Paris would do, but I wasn’t dealing with an ordinary bird and she outsmarted me. She suddenly draped her sheet over my head, twisting it around my neck and pulling me aside so she could get to Nadja. As I yanked the sheet from off my face, I saw the naked Paris deliver a kick to disarm her. Then, in a split second, she was atop her.

  “Say sumthin’, bitch!” Paris yelled as she rained down strike after strike on Nadja. Lucky for Nadja, Paris was obviously holding back and hadn’t gone for a kill strike. Nadja knew how to defend herself, blocking or deflecting most of the blows.

  But I knew Nadja, and her gun was still close enough to grasp, so I had to be decisive and charge into the fire.

  “Don’t. Move,” I instructed both of them, holding a single karambit blade to each of their necks. Nadja knew me, so she immediately relented. Paris thought she knew me, so I dug the blade into her neck ever so slightly to get my point across.

  “Okay. I’ve stopped. Now what?” Paris said as she unclenched her fists and relaxed. She was still breathing heavily. Being so close to her after our night of fun, my bare skin on hers, was powerful. Yet, I didn’t fully remove the blade from her neck until she stood up and backed away from Nadja.

  “This is just a misunderstanding,” I explained to both of them. “Nadja, how come you didn’t call or text me first?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation.

  “Didn’t know I had to and since you had your phone off it wasn’t possible,” she countered as she came to her feet, leaving her gun on the floor until I nodded that it was okay for her to pick it up. Nadja had killed before, but she wasn’t a killer. Paris, on the other hand, I had seen her in action and she was definitely a killer. The direction this could take was nothing short of dangerous. I needed to defuse this bomb before it went off.

  “Paris, Nadja and I are pretty lax so it’s usually fine for her to show up unannounced. You just surprised each other, s’all.”

  “She snuck in here and had a gun pulled on me. So, if you expect me to apologize, it ain’t happenin’,” Paris pouted.

  “What I do expect is for you to put something on,” I barked, finding it hard to concentrate while she looked so good.

  “Nigga, you need to put something on too. You’re almost naked,” Paris shouted at me, reminding me I was barely in a towel after running out the shower. I saw a look of shock pass on Nadja’s face when I didn’t put Paris in her place but instead just tightened the towel around my waist. She knew I’d never put up with shit from women. I usually kept it moving on to the next one, always staying free from drama.

  “Humph. Definitely American,” Nadja chimed in over Paris’s outburst.

  “Bitch, I will—”

  “Stop it! Both of you!” I interjected. “Nadja, could you wait in the lobby? Please. I’ll be down in a moment.”

  Nadja cut her eyes at Paris, but reluctantly agreed. “Don’t keep me waiting!” she snapped as she headed out the door.

  I stood around, surveying the room while thinking about how bad this could’ve gotten. “Paris . . .” I started, but the icy-cold look she gave stalled my speech.

  “You fuckin’ her too?” Paris asked with a laugh, not expecting an answer as she bumped past me, heading toward the shower. “Guess you better get dressed. Don’t want to keep your little Persian waiting.”

  Now I remembered why relationships weren’t my cup of tea.

  Nadja

  36

  “What the fuck was that?” I hissed like a snake uncoiling to strike.

  “You shouldn’t have let yourself into my room without my permission,” he snapped back at me, which really set me off.

  “Since when is that a problem?” I asked. “It’s not like this is some kind of relationship,” I pressed, knowing he was the same person that swore to me he wasn’t capable of being a one-woman man. And I swore to myself that if he did become ready for a real commitment it was damn well going to be me and not that bitch.

  “How’s your face?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “What went down with you and Paris should never have happened.”

  “Don’t ever put your damn silly knife to my neck again,” I warned him. “And why do you need armament here?” I grilled him.

  “Just a little practice,” he replied.

  “A rifle? Uh-huh. Sounds like more than practice, Niles,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

  “I’m serious. Just some practice. If I don’t keep my edge, then I’m out of a job.”

  I didn’t push any further. Instead I moved on to what was really on my mind. “That girl back up in your room, she’s not one of your typical bedroom conquests. She knew what she was doing. Quite deadly.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “That mess with Kahn?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Greedy bastard betrayed me before I arranged for his accident,” he admitted. “After I did the hit on De Banderas in his villa, his men were all over the countryside after my ass. I was outgunned and outnumbered. Paris saved my life.”

  “And you don’t find this Paris girl too good a coincidence to be true?”

  “I see what you’re saying, but . . .”

  “Is that what you think? The trail of dead bodies and fuck-ups, not to mention me having to send someone to return the scooter before it was found near the bodies?”

  “Our source set me up. Nadj, seriously.” He tried to cajole me with his charm and grin but it wasn’t working today, not when that woman was lying in his bed.

  “And do you think that’s some kind of accident? How dare you invite that person into our business?” I shrieked at him.

  “That person saved my life. If it hadn’t been for Paris I would have been dead.”

  “Did you ever think that maybe she’s the reason things went so poorly today?”

  “Of course I did and I checked it out. It’s fine.”

  “No, it’s not. You can’t just rule her out as a hit man just because you like fucking her. She could be working with one of the other families to take you out.”

  “I’ve always trusted my instincts and they say she’s not involved with this,” he insisted.

  “And you don’t think it’s odd that she just found you in the middle of nowhere?”

  “If she were a man, sure, but she’s a woman and none of you can know how to mind your own business. You’re like super sleuths when it comes to finding out what you want to know,” he said, clearly protecting that bitch.

 
“I don’t trust her. Do you even know anything about her?” I screamed, trying to get him to wake up.

  “She’s from New York and I trust her.”

  “Enough to stake your life on it? Because that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

  “She’s not a threat,” he swore, trying to convince me.

  “Did you see my face? Niles, I want her gone.”

  “Nadj, come on, lighten up.”

  “Let’s go to dinner and you can try and convince me to do that.” I tried to get the conversation to a more friendly tone.

  “Can’t. Paris’s brother is working at Klub Impulso and I promised to go.”

  That was not the answer I wanted to hear. I couldn’t stand the fact that Niles was going to blow me off for some idiotic club. “This isn’t serious is it?”

  “No, of course not,” he tried to assure me, but I wasn’t buying it. He was acting different with this girl. I had never seen him react to a woman the way he was with Miss Paris. It was making me boil inside.

  “Good, because we don’t need anything getting in the way of your work. Now go play at your little Klub Impulso.”

  Before he walked out the door he turned to me. “Nadja, I got this.” Then he left me standing there alone. No matter how cocksure he sounded something told me that this one wasn’t like all the rest. That she may actually matter to him. And for me, that was going to be a problem.

  I picked up the phone. “This is worse than I thought. You need to get on a plane and get here. We have a little problem that you need to help me solve.” I hung up the phone.

  Having Niles in my space made me sooo horny. I couldn’t get my mind back on work. I knew exactly what I needed to do. Slipping off my dress, I stood in the mirror in my La Perla lace under things and the black thigh-high boots the salesman had convinced me were every man’s fantasy.