by D. Camille
Sean shook his head. “He's not going to leave this alone.”
“I told you to just kill him,” Jordan told Sean.
“He's Izzy's daddy Jordan.”
“I don't think Izzy really likes him either,” Jordan pointed out.
Sean turned to Ray. “What's the most damage he can do?”
“He can find where your mother is and try to get her out of there. He could find Joanna-”
“He won't find Joanna,” Jordan interrupted.
Both men turned to him with questions on their faces.
“I didn't hurt her, but I had to make sure she didn't just pop up. She's being taken care of, very well.”
Both men nodded.
“The facility has strict instructions regarding my mother so I'm not really worried, but I will put some extra security on her if I need to,” Sean told Ray.
Ray nodded.
“We just have to keep tabs on him. Hopefully for Izzy's sake he doesn't do anything stupid,” Jordan said swerving in his chair.
“How is Izzy? Have you talked to her?” Sean asked Jordan
“No, I haven't,” Jordan answered.
“She's fine,” Ray informed them.
Jordan stopped swerving. “How do you know she's fine Ray?”
“I saw her last night.”
Sean knew the fireworks were about to start. He placed his head in his hand.
“What the hell you mean you saw her last night?”
Ray looked at Jordan. “Let's not do this Jay.”
“Ray, I swear if you're playing around with Izzy I will handle your ass so swiftly.”
“You handle Sage and Diamond Black.”
Jordan narrowed his eyes. “Do you really think I'm going to sit here and let Izzy get involved with the Sun God and his damn Temple?”
“Let it go Jay. I'm trying to keep it cool. Don't make me hurt your ass.”
“Stay away from Izzy,” Jordan told him.
Ray shook his head. “Not going to happen, bruh.”
Jordan stood, so did Ray. Sean did as well, albeit reluctantly.
“If you hurt Izzy, I guarantee I will kill your ass and worry about dealing with Sage later. Understand?” Jordan's voice was deadly.
Ray smiled. “Mind your business Jay and let grown folks handle theirs.”
Ray turned to Sean. “I'm out. I'll let you know if I get anything new.”
Sean nodded and watched him leave. Once Ray was gone Sean turned to Jordan.
“Why Jordan, why are you doing this? You’re just going to make problems for yourself.”
“It's Izzy, Sean! You're just going to let him hurt her?” Jordan asked incredulously.
“How do you know he's going to hurt her Jordan?” Sean questioned.
Jordan frowned.
“If Izzy wants to be with him Jordan, there's nothing you can do about it. Have you forgotten your situation with Sage and Ray?” Sean asked confused.
“It's different,” Jordan told him.
“No, it's exactly the same. It’s two people who want to be together and one person who won't mind their own damn business.”
Sean headed towards the door.
“I'm going home to see the woman I love without any drama. Have a good night.”
Sean left and closed the door behind him before Jordan dropped into his chair. Izzy and Ray? What could Izzy possibly see in Ray, of all people? Jordan glanced at his desk and the picture of Sage and Diamond. Everything he did was for them. He couldn't kill Sage's brother and Diamond's uncle. They'd never forgive him. No he wouldn't kill him, but if he hurt Izzy, Jordan was definitely still going to kick his ass.
Chapter 11
Isabelle opened the door for Ray with tingles running a race up and down her spine. His brown eyes looked her over and he smiled.
“Hello Isabelle,” he greeted her.
“Hi,” she responded softly allowing him inside.
Ray turned to her. “So what have you decided for tonight?”
Isabelle blushed. “I'm going to model them for you.”
“I was hoping you would.” He smiled down at her.
“Uh, where would you like to do it?” she asked.
Ray stared at her. “In your bedroom”
Isabelle blinked. “In my bedroom?” she questioned.
Ray nodded. “Yes.”
Isabelle gave herself a quick mental pep talk then nodded slowly. She turned and walked to her bedroom with Ray following. When they arrived Ray took in the room and its surroundings. A queen -sized bed covered with a fluffy white comforter with red flowers took up one corner of the room. Two nightstands and a dresser with mirror along with a comfortable red chair completed the furniture. She had an attached bath and walk in closet as well. He saw the box he'd sent her sitting on the middle of the bed and walked over to it.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Isabelle nodded then Ray opened the box and pulled out a matching red set handing them to her. She took them silently and hurried into the bathroom closing the door firmly behind her. Ray laughed and walked over to her closet. He surveyed the shelves of neatly placed shoes and pulled down a pair of red high heels. He took them with him as he claimed the fluffy chair by the window to wait for her.
When the door opened, Ray looked up and Isabelle appeared wearing a short red robe. Hesitantly she walked further into the room stopping by the bed watching him. Ray stood and walked to where she was standing.
“You can't model them with a robe on Isabelle,” he told her softly.
Isabelle flushed. “I don't think they fit.”
“They fit.”
Without touching her, he grabbed the belt end of her robe and pulled it slightly making it come apart to hang loosely at her sides.
“Would you like to take it off now?” he asked.
Isabelle focused on Ray's chest in his yellow dress shirt as she reached for the sides of the robe and pulled them off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a silent heap. Her eyes were on the floor when he moved to the chair to retrieve the shoes. Isabelle stood in the skimpy ensemble still focused on the floor until he returned kneeling before her.
“Put these on.” Ray held one of the shoes in his hand. Isabelle placed a hand on his shoulder and lifted her foot as Ray settled the shoe on one foot and then the other. Ray picked up her robe and stood walking back to the chair and taking a seat. He turned his gaze on her and she felt her whole body heat up.
Ray looked at Isabelle in the red bra that pushed her beautiful breasts up high. His gaze slowly moved to her stomach with smooth looking skin then lower. The red thong barely concealed her rounded mound that was perfectly groomed. Isabelle's long legs looked even longer in the heels that Ray had selected. Ray liked Isabelle's height. She had to be at least five nine and even taller in her heels. With him being six five, it was a nice compliment to his own height. Ray leaned back in the chair.
“Model for me Isabelle...”
Ray watched as a blush covered her fair skin. He loved the sleek haircut that capped her head and accentuated her beautiful face and long graceful neck. Slowly Isabelle walked toward him and stopped. Ray got an up-close view of her supple skin and licked his lips wondering what she tasted like. He looked up and saw a question in her eyes.
“Turn and walk that way.”
Silently Isabelle turned and walked in the opposite direction. Ray watched the bounce of her cheeks in the thong as she walked. Isabelle seemed very comfortable in her high heels and displayed a very sexy gait. When she got to the spot where she'd started, she turned back to him.
“Would you like to try on some more?” he asked.
Isabelle smiled a sexy smile and nodded. She reached into the box on the bed and pulled out another set before glancing at him.
“I'll be back,” she whispered.
“I'll be waiting.”
She walked to the bathroom door then looked back over her shoulder across the room at him. Giving him another sexy smile she entere
d and closed the door. Ray threw his head back on the chair and groaned.
“Universe why are you doing this to me?” he whispered aloud. “She doesn't have the slightest clue of what I'm going to eventually do to her.”
Ray had dreamed up many scenarios of how he would satisfy Isabelle, each one naughtier than the last. He would help her to feel sexy and then make sure she bestowed all of that sexiness on him. The Sun God wasn't just going to bless Isabelle's body, he was going to worship every beautiful inch of her.
In the bathroom Isabelle looked at herself in the mirror. Never had she thought she'd be walking around in skimpy underwear, let alone walking around in skimpy underwear in front of the handsomest man alive. Watching Ray silently watch her had given her an excitement of which she was not accustomed. She quickly changed into the next ensemble. This one was black and completely sheer. Isabelle could see her nipples clearly through the fabric of the bra and her Brazilian wax was proudly on display. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately those bright brown eyes ensnared her. They hypnotized her and commanded her to do things she would not normally do.
She walked toward him in the black ensemble and red high heels. When she reached the bed, he told her to stop.
“Climb up on the bed Isabelle.”
Isabelle looked at him for a moment then gracefully climbed on the bed moving the box aside then sat back on her haunches watching him.
“Lie down on the pillows.”
She scooted to the top of the bed and laid down on her back with her head resting on the pillows. Her hands were clutching her waist. She wondered what he was going to do next. His deep commands had her heart beating at a rapid pace. She'd never experienced anything close to this in her entire life, this thrilling sense of anticipation.
“How was your day Isabelle?”
She turned to him. “Excuse me?”
Ray was relaxed in the chair. “I said, how was your day?”
Isabelle was confused. “Good...”
“Good.” He smiled at her. “Why don't you tell me about your fixation with the color red?”
“You know I like red?”
“Yes. It's fairly obvious,” he teased her.
Isabelle delicately shrugged. “I don't know, I've always like the vibrancy of the color.”
“It's a nice color on you,” he said looking at the heels still on her feet.
“Thank you.”
Ray continued to indulge her in conversation on various topics until she was comfortably stretched out on the bed talking to him in a sheer bra, panties and red high heels as though she was fully dressed. He remained seated and relaxed in the chair as they talked.
Hours passed and before Isabelle knew it, the sun had set and it was now dark outside. She looked over at Ray sitting in the seat watching her.
“I can't believe I've been sitting here this long like this,” Isabelle said sitting up on the bed.
Ray stood and brought her robe to her. “Come and walk me to the door Isabelle.”
She quickly wrapped the robe around her and climbed down from the bed following Ray to the door.
He stopped and looked down at her. “Did you enjoy your lesson?” he asked.
“Yes, and thank you for the underwear.”
“I knew they would look good on you when I picked them,” he told her.
Isabelle looked surprised. “You picked them all yourself?”
“Every piece.”
Isabelle smiled at him. He turned to the door and Isabelle placed a hand on his arm; he turned to her.
“Yes Isabelle?”
Isabelle bit her lip. “I don't know if it's part of the lesson but...”
Ray waited.
She lifted dark brown eyes to his. “Will you kiss me goodnight?”
Ray smiled. “I would like nothing better than to kiss you goodnight Isabelle.”
Isabelle watched as Ray lowered his head and felt as his lips touched hers. He patiently nibbled and licked on her lips until she willingly opened her mouth to allow the full onslaught. This was the second time Ray had kissed her, but this one was completely unlike the last. This was a savoring of her. He tasted her as though he would never get enough and Isabelle was swept away by the mastery of it all.
When Isabelle felt as though she would pass out from the pleasure, he ended the sweet torture by placing small kisses along her lips.
“Goodnight Isabelle,” he said against her lips. Pulling away he told her he'd see her soon.
Ray exited the apartment yelling for Isabelle to lock the door. In a daze she followed his instructions then stood still soaking in all that he was. She licked her lips still tasting him there and smiled.
“Oh my, oh my.”
She went back into her bedroom, kicked off her heels and climbed back on the bed. Isabelle glanced over at the chair where Ray had sat before plopping down on the pillows. She hadn't thought that she would be able to model underwear in front of Ray but he had made her so comfortable she'd practically forgotten she was nearly naked.
She'd done it! She'd made it through lesson two and although she didn't know how many lessons there actually were, she was looking forward to all of them. In fact, she was looking forward to Ray Parker period. He was indeed a god!
Isabelle hugged herself and kicked her long legs in the air in happiness. She was going to be alright. In fact, she was going to be better than alright. She was going to be blessed! Quickly removing her robe she hopped down off the bed and headed to the shower smiling from ear to ear.
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Ray sat in his car meditating, inhaling and exhaling slowly. It had taken the strength of a deity to remain seated while Isabelle laid across her bed in the underwear he'd purchased for her. He'd added the heels as an additional form of torture on himself. When he'd kneeled in front of her to assist with her shoes his face had been level with her smooth abdomen. His eyes had traveled lower to her feminine triangle and he'd wanted to devour her on the spot.
Ray let out a deep breath still thinking about Isabelle. She had an inner freak that was waiting to be unleashed. He could tell she'd enjoyed wearing the underwear in front of him. Although, she'd been hesitant at first she'd quickly become more comfortable. Watching her on that bed he'd wanted to climb next to her and spend the rest of the night there; soon, very soon.
Ray would give Isabelle everything she wanted at the pace she wanted it. Then, when she finally relinquished the reins to him, he would ride her until she couldn't move. He smiled then frowned. Something still nagged at him as to Isabelle's reasons for not making herself desirable. He rubbed his chin. Yeah, he needed to find out just what those reasons were.
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Sean arrived at Lily's apartment to find her painting. He went into her bedroom and sat on the bed removing his shoes and the ankle strap he wore. He lay back against the pillows shaking his head. He really hoped that Jordan would stop being so stubborn and let this thing with Izzy and Ray alone, but he knew Jordan; better than anyone, and when Jordan got an idea in his head, he was like a pit bull with a bone.
It was because of this tenacity that Sean had come to know Ray...
“Sean, I'm telling you man, we can do this!” Jordan said excitedly.
“Do what Jordan?” Sean asked.
“Make this money.”
“Just exactly how are we supposed to 'make this money' Jordan?”
Jordan took a seat at the small table in his dorm room watching Sean.
“When Ray gets here we’ll explain everything.”
Sean sighed. “Jordan, I'm only here for two weeks then I'm going back to school.”
“I know Sean, but you can do it from there.”
Sean's eyes narrowed. “Will we go to jail Jordan?”
Jordan smiled. “Not if we do it right. Besides you're going to be a lawyer so you'll make sure we don't.”
Sean shook his head.
“Jordan, we're twenty years old. I don't want to be locked up.”
Sean looked skeptical. “How do you know this guy?”
Jordan shrugged. “I was in an altercation and he helped me out.”
“Translation, you were in a fight,” Sean clarified.
“It really wasn't a fight after Ray got there.”
“Oh, great.”
Jordan laughed. “Ray's cool.”
There was a knock and Jordan hopped up to open the door for Ray. Sean looked at the six foot five guy with bulging muscles and knew this was not going to be good. Jordan introduced the two and Ray looked Sean over.
“This the dude you're talking about Jay?” Ray asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Jordan answered.
Ray frowned. “He looks like a choir boy.”
Jordan smiled. “Exactly.”
Sean looked between the two guys. This may be a problem, he thought.
“Sean's no choir boy,” Jordan told Ray giving Sean a look.
Ray nodded. “So he'll play the assistant. I'll play the security and you'll play what?” Ray asked Jordan.
Jordan smiled. “The billionaire...”
Lily interrupted Sean's musings when she entered the bedroom smiling at him. She climbed on top of him kissing him softly.
“Hello my love,” she whispered.
Sean responded by kissing her the way she loved until she was moaning.
Pulling away he greeted, “Hello my beautiful Lily.”
Lily touched his face. “How was your day?”
“Jordan is going to make me kill him.”
Lily smiled. “Why? What did he do?”
“He's upset that Ray and Izzy are seeing each other.”
Lily's eyes lit up. “They are?”
Sean nodded. “Apparently, yes.”
Lily looked confused. “Why is Jordan upset?”
“He thinks Ray is going to hurt Izzy.”
Lily looked at him. “What do you think?” she asked quietly.
Sean gathered her to him. “I think they're two grown people and what they do is none of my business.”
Lily gave him a double dimpled smile. “Just what is your business?” she asked.