by D. Camille
Black Magic
The Black Diamond Series Book 1
By
D. Camille
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and
incidents are products of the author's imagination
or are used fictitiously and are not to be
construed as real.
Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
Black Magic
Copyright© 2015 D. Camille
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DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to the man who can make me so angry and yet so happy.
The man who lifts me up and lets me fly.
The man who makes me believe in magic.
I thank the Universe for him...
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to give thanks to the Universe for provision.
TB, my editor and friend.
Rere Danielle for encouragement and inspiration.
O.J. for reading and reviewing.
T. Parris for reviewing and feedback.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 1
Jordan Black wondered for the umpteenth time how he had been reduced to the role of chauffeur. Here he was standing in the waiting area at the airport holding a placard with the name of the unknown woman he was there to pick up He was the CEO of the largest holding company in the Los Angeles area. Black Diamond Holdings netted in the billions and its portfolio consisted of a myriad of businesses and properties. At thirty Jordan was the youngest CEO of a holding company of this size.
Born the only son of wealthy businessman Justin Black, Jordan was taught from a young age to create and control everything around him. Surprises were a man’s downfall and Jordan made it his business to eliminate them…beforehand. He was a force to be reckoned with and took no prisoners, in business or in his personal life. And his personal life was just that...personal. He did not let many people inside his circle, especially women. They were and always had been at his disposal, he called it his Black Magic, but they served only a basic purpose in his life. Jordan never lacked for female company or attention; being both wealthy and handsome certainly had its benefits. However, he didn’t engage in serious entanglements rarely seeing the same woman more than once and his heart, if people believed he had one, had been damaged a long time ago and he had no plans for it to ever happen again. In his mind, no woman was worth ever experiencing that pain for a second time.
Jordan checked the Rolex on his wrist for probably the third time then glanced up to watch the crowd for the woman whose name was in bright red letters on the card in his hand. Sage Parker. She was the younger sister of his close friend and security expert Ray Parker. Apparently Sage was moving to the LA area to be closer to her only brother. Jordan had met Ray in college at Stanford University where Jordan had studied Economics and Ray had been a Criminal Justice major. The two had become fast friends, having a lot in common; both being tall, handsome and driven. After graduating and starting his business, Jordan had contacted Ray to be in charge of his security, both personal and business. So when Ray had asked Jordan to pick up his sister from the airport, Jordan had not hesitated. Well, actually he had. He thought back to that conversation in his office last week.
“Jay I need a huge favor, bruh,” Ray had said sitting across from Jordan's desk. Jordan's office was on the top floor of the building he owned in downtown Los Angeles that housed Black Diamond Holdings as well as many other businesses.
“What's up Ray?”
“I need to go out of town on some business. My baby sister is coming in on Thursday but I won't be back in time to meet her at the airport.” He looked over at Jordan. “I need you to pick her up for me.”
Jordan leaned back in his chair. “No worries Ray. I'll send a car and a driver for her.”
“Ummm...bruh I don't think you heard me.” He leaned forward in his chair. “This is my baby sister. My only sister. I'm not having some random dude meeting her at the airport.” Ray looked Jordan dead in the eyes. “I want you to pick her up.”
Jordan leaned forward and placed his arms on the desk. “Ray, man I've got a fleet of cars and drivers at my disposal and you want me to drive to the airport and personally pick up your sister?
“Uh, yeah. That's what I said,” Ray replied.
“Why? What's up?”
“You're the only one I trust Jay. My baby sister means everything to me. I protect her with my life. I need to know she's safe and in good hands.” He paused. “Plus I know you're not going to try to run any game on her. Which means I don't have to hurt anybody,” he finished with dead seriousness.
Everyone who knew Ray knew that he didn't play around. After graduating college Ray had become FBI, CIA, or Secret Service - nobody knew for sure but they did know that you didn't get on Ray's bad side. Ray was capable of killing someone and not blinking an eye. This is why Jordan made him his security expert.
Jordan sighed. “You do know I'm running a billion dollar empire here right?”
Ray smiled. “Which means you can take off anytime you like for as long as you like. Long enough to pick up my sister and drive her to my place.”
“That's just no respect,” he said smiling. “But I got you man. I'll take good care of your sister until you get back.”
Ray stood and Jordan followed suit, then the two gave each other a manshake and brief hug over the desk.
However, Jordan was now rethinking his decision. Where was this woman? He’d spent thirty minutes waiting in this damn lobby. While scanning the crowd again Jordan spotted her. Not Sage Parker, but a golden goddess with beautiful tawny brown eyes coming his way. He continued to watch as she seemed to glide in his direction. Tall, at least five eight, she was perfectly proportioned with breasts that gave little bounce as she walked quickly in his direction. She was wearing dark slacks and a white capped sleeve shirt and dark chunky heeled sandals. On her head was a sort of old school be-bop cap with two thick braids hanging down the back.
Continuing to watch her approach, Jordan thought he would stop her, get her number and then once he found Sage Parke; drop her off as quickly as possible and hook up with beauty that was now merely a few feet away from him. When she was close enough for him to get a full look at her, his gaze took in beautiful brown eyes in a golden toasted face and a pert nose that turned up a bit on the end, but it was her lips that stopped him short. She had the most luscious pair of lips he’d eve
r seen on a woman; full and plush. His mind conjured up all types of images with those lips. She wore some type of light gloss that showed their shape and color to perfection. He was totally caught up in her lips when he finally realized they were moving.
“Have you been waiting long for me?” the goddess spoke and her voice was a smoky melody that stirred his gut. Jordan looked back into her eyes and responded quietly without thinking, “Since my first breath.”
She smiled, those full lips parted revealing beautiful white teeth and a slight dimple in her right cheek…and then it happened; something in his chest. Somewhere around the area where his heart resided was a twinge of…something.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” she asked. Jordan shook his head quickly to clear his thoughts, but those eyes and those lips kept him entranced for another moment. Finally, his common sense and instincts kicked in. They both screamed that this one was danger to him. Not one to ignore his gut Jordan placed a sexy smile on his face and prepared to let the beauty down easy.
“Ummm, I would wait a long time for you beautiful, but unfortunately I’m here to pick up someone else.” He hoped the woman would take the hint and quietly move on, because if she persisted, he might be hard pressed to possibly take her up on any offer she made. He watched as she wrinkled her nose in confusion. She then pointed at the card in his hand and asked, “Is there another Sage Parker coming through this airport today that you know?”
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Sage Parker had been sitting on the plane for thirty minutes after landing because she has been lucky enough to be on a flight filled with senior citizens visiting Los Angeles. It had taken forever for them to retrieve their luggage and slowly move down the aisle to the exit. She had decided to just sit patiently and read Stolen Legacy by George M. James.
Sage took a break from her reading and glanced out the window. She was moving to LA to be close to her brother Ray, the Sun God. She and Ray had been taught the Khemetic beliefs and understood who they were and where they originated from. She was proud of her heritage and the African spirit she possessed.
After their parents were killed in a car accident twenty years ago, both Ray and Sage had been raised by their aunt and uncle. At the age of thirteen after Ray left for college, Sage, her aunt and uncle had moved to Senegal. They’d moved to run a community center for youth and still did to this day. Sage loved growing up in Africa. She’d embraced the culture, the people and the style. Now back in the States she had already began to feel smothered and stifled as Sage much preferred marching to her own drum. She had worked the last five years after graduating from Oxford University in London as a freelance photographer and had won many prestigious awards for her photography of life in Africa and abroad; both the beautiful and the not so beautiful. She had a deep appreciation for beauty and loved to capture it.
As she was finally able to exit the plane she grabbed her carry on and embarked into the terminal. Ray had told her his friend was picking her up from the airport and he would be holding a card with her name on it. She had asked what he looked like, but Ray had responded, “He’s a dude. Just look for the card.” Her brother was so overprotective of her and had been since they were young. When their parents died he’d become even more protective trying to shield her from every threat in the world but Sage was a grown woman and although she’d decided to come to LA to be closer to Ray, she planned to live her own life.
She began walking through the crowded terminal to the baggage claim and pick up area. As she descended the escalator she spotted a familiar name on a card but the man holding the card was as unfamiliar as anything she’d ever seen. He was…beautiful. Certainly men were not described as such, but he simply was. With her practiced eye she took in skin the color of deep mahogany wood, a face with neatly trimmed dark beard and mustache and low cut black hair with glossy waves. He had eyes as dark as the African night sky and the chiseled features of a Khemetic deity. Tall, at least four or five inches over six feet, he looked impatient as he glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist. He was dressed in a dark suit that was clearly tailored for his athletic body. A crisp white shirt with a patterned silk tie and expensive dress shoes completed his ensemble. As she approached she felt pinned by those dark eyes.
This man here waiting to pick her up, whoever he was, had danger written all over him. Simply standing in the corridor he exuded a power and control that was overwhelming. She took a deep breath as she moved to stand in front of him. She asked if he’d been waiting long. He responded with something she didn’t quite catch. She asked what he'd said. Then it happened. The God put on a sexy smile that made her toes curl and responded in a deep smooth baritone. Those eyes, that smile and that voice were a lethal combination, deadly.
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It was Jordan’s turn to look confused. Did she just say her name was Sage Parker? This couldn’t be. This goddess before him could not be Ray’s sister. When he had asked Ray what she looked like, he’d responded, “She looks just like me.” Jordan had taken that at face value. As he studied the beauty he then realized that she and Ray did have the same eye color, but hell millions of people had brown eyes and to be honest he’d never stared into Ray’s eyes. He'd never had any reason to. Dammit, he’d been fantasizing about Ray’s sister. His eyes went back to her mouth and he started all over again.
Shaking his head he responded, “I take it you are Ray’s sister then?”
“Yes, I’m Sage. Ray’s sister.” She extended her hand. “And you are? Ray wouldn’t tell me your name. He just said you would be here holding my name card.”
Jordan took her hand into his and their eyes met immediately from the contact. She pulled her hand back slowly and looked away.
“I’m Jordan. Jordan Black.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jordan,” she said bringing her gaze back to him.
“Nice to meet you too, Sage. Do we need to get your luggage?” he asked.
“Yes, I just have a couple of cases.”
He smiled at her again and she wished he would stop doing that. “Lead the way,” he said gesturing for her to go before him. Her hand tightened on her bag as she started for the carousel. When she turned and began walking in front of him Jordan began to choke.
Sage turned back to him. “Are you alright?”
Jordan lowered his head and continued to clear his throat. “Ah, yes. Sorry about that,” he choked out.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked again.
“Fine, let’s get your bags.” He took her elbow and gently guided her toward the waiting baggage.
There was no way in hell Jordan could tell her that when she’d turned around and he’d gotten the full view of her ass; he’d nearly choked to death. It was perfectly shaped like a juicy round apple. Jordan was a sucker for nice backside and Sage’s could be definitely defined as nice. New erotic images floated through his head as they headed to pick up her bags. He turned to the side and noticed that he wasn’t the only guy in the airport admiring Sage’s assets. He narrowed his eyes and moved closer to her side.
“What do your bags look like?” he asked leaning over her. She looked up and their eyes connected.
“Uh, they have purple ribbons on them,” Sage responded.
Why did he smell so damn good she thought? Sage wanted to just stand there and breathe in his scent. She turned back to the carousel watching the luggage move freely along the belt. Jordan was right behind her and although he wasn’t touching her she could feel his presence. She closed her eyes for a moment.
“I think those are yours.” She heard his voice over her ear.
“Huh?” She opened her eyes and focused on the luggage. “Uh yes, those are mine.” She moved to reach for them but Jordan reached around her and easily grabbed both cases.
“I can get them,” she protested.
“No worries. I’m at your service,” he said with that smile. “The car is parked in the garage.”
“Okay, I’ll follow you.”
Jordan turned with her luggage in his hands and started for the doors. As he walked in front of her, Sage had to give her face a little fan with her hand. It was evident that Jordan was very athletic. His body looked hard and toned. She wondered what he was packing underneath that suit. Traditionally Sage didn’t go for men who wore expensive tailored suits and shiny watches. Her type was more of the artsy, musical, ethnic type of man. Usually men who had wealth, looks and charm were self-centered egotists in her book and did nothing for her. So then…who was this Jordan Black?
Chapter 2
Ray's sister, Ray's only sister, Ray's baby sister. Jordan repeated the mantra in his head as he lead Sage to his car that he had parked in the airport parking garage. Sage quietly followed lost in her own thoughts. When he stopped at a shiny silver Bentley Continental she glanced up at him.
“This is you I presume,” she said nodding towards the car.
The trunk popped open and he answered. “Yep, sure is.”
Jordan quickly put her luggage in the trunk and led her to the passenger door. He opened it and waited until she was comfortably inside before closing the door and heading around the car to the driver's side. Sage took in the luxury of the vehicle. It smelled like him and that heavenly cologne he was wearing. She knew this ride cost a pretty penny so Jordan must be pretty successful at what he does, she thought. She watched as Jordan removed his suit jacket and gently laid it across the back seat. He then settled himself into the driver's seat and started the car. Before shifting into gear he looked over at her and smiled. “Welcome to LA Sage.”
Sage stared back. “Thanks.” She turned and looked out the window and he maneuvered the car out of the parking space and through the garage. Why did he keep smiling at her? Surely he was aware of the potency of it. As they exited the garage the bright sunlight hit the car and Sage pulled her sunglasses out of her bag. Maybe they would shield her from his smile as well as the sunlight. She turned back just as Jordan reached for a pair of designer sunglasses and placed them on his face.