Antoine took that moment to slowly ease out then thrust back into her ass as she released Michael’s cock.
The sound of Michael moving out of the way and the stool moving caught Antoine’s attention. Then he saw Mikayla gripping the sides for support as he continued to fuck her ass.
“So good, sugar, and so tight. I love this ass.” He thrust faster, exploding inside of her.
Mikayla panted for air as Antoine withdrew from her. He held her steady then turned her around and lifted her into his arms hugging her to him.
“So good, baby. Was that good?” he whispered, and she pulled back to look into his eyes. Her big brown eyes sparkled as she smiled.
“Very good,” she whispered then hugged him tight.
Chapter 8
Mikayla was tired as she drove to Aubert’s Restaurant for breakfast Monday morning. It had been a late night last night. She’d stayed for dinner. Then Antoine drove her back to the agency to get her car, and then he’d followed her home. She needed to talk to her sisters, especially Illeanna and Angelique.
As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw that the place was crowded, but her sisters were there. She grabbed her purse and got out of the car, fixing her business suit. She had two closings to do today plus interviews this afternoon. Pierre’s was one of the closings and would take place at the attorney’s office in town. It was a very well-known real estate group.
Her hand was feeling a lot better, and Antoine confessed that he knew it wasn’t broken but was so concerned over her well-being that he was being overly protective. She appreciated his honesty and felt guilty about not telling them about Vincent. Perhaps it would be better if Pierre knew. Maybe Vincent Lukon was after one of Pierre’s companies. Her sisters would give her great advice. They were always there for her.
As Mikayla approached the front door, she saw Marie Cherise Laveau appear. She hadn’t been there a moment ago. Mikayla brushed it off. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night.
“Mikayla, so nice to see you this morning. You’re simply glowing.” The old voodoo priestess winked at her. Mikayla felt her cheeks warm. How embarrassing that Marie would know what she had been up to all weekend.
“Ah, no need to be shy about it. They are meant to be your men and you their woman.”
Mikayla was shocked at her words as she held the door open for Marie Cherise and began to enter the restaurant.
Marie grabbed her arm to stop her then leaned closer.
“Honesty is the best policy. That other one you brought home was no good. He’ll never settle down with any woman no matter how perfect. Put that behind you and embrace the new love beginning in your life. You’ll need them, and they’ll need your sisters and their men when the time comes.”
“What are you talking about, Cherise?”
“Time will tell, child, time will tell. Now be sure to listen to what I said. Keep your men aware of your feelings and your fears. Otherwise the fears will ruin your chances at happiness.”
Mikayla watched Marie Cherise walk through the restaurant then speak to Mr. Perkins, a resident of Orchidea, before heading back out through the front door. By the look on Mr. Perkins’s face, the man didn’t seem too happy.
“Hey, what was that all about?” Illeanna asked Mikayla as she joined her by the table.
“I have no idea. Cherise was just carrying on about a bunch of things.”
“Do tell, sister.” Illeanna sat down at the table to join Mikayla.
Mikayla began to explain when Ellena and Angelina came over, too.
“Someone looks very happy this morning. What a beautiful, sexy outfit you’re wearing,” Ellena teased.
“Yeah, that’s sure to gain some major male attention,” Angelina added.
Mikayla thought about what Marie Cherise had told her. She should have told Pierre about Vincent. What if he showed up again today?
“So spill the beans, how did the dates go?” Ellena asked. And Mikayla smiled.
“They went fantastic. Each of them is so amazing.”
“And what about Douglas, the one you really knew nothing about?” Ellena asked, and Mikayla gently rubbed her injured hand.
“We didn’t make it to that date, it’s tonight but it really doesn’t matter. I like them all, and well, things went a little fast yesterday and last night,” Mikayla confessed.
“Fast? Oh my God, you slept with the four of them?” Angelia asked, filled with excitement but a little too loud for a Monday-morning breakfast crowd.
“Angelina!” Mikayla reprimanded.
“Oh hell, they know what’s going on around here. Most of the people in this diner are in ménage relationships.”
They laughed, and Ellena continued, “So what happened, aside from the great sex?”
“You may not want to know the details, but I sure as hell do. Especially since Mikayla was the one that pushed the Boudoux brothers at me,” Illeanna teased.
“I’ll explain another time. I kind of have a problem, and I need to get to work, so I need quick advice.”
“Okay, shoot,” Illeanna said.
Mikayla explained about the phone call Sunday morning, the client, and then about Vincent.
“That slimy piece of shit! Oh my God, he tried to force himself on you?” Ellena stated a bit too loud and Franco, Johnny, and Gustave overheard them. They were sitting at the counter.
Franco got up and walked toward the table.
“What did I just hear?” he asked, sounding all protective and ready to shoot someone. God, he was just like Michael and his brothers.
Mikayla exhaled and explained about what happened.
“So how did you stop him?” Angelina asked.
“I kicked him in the jewels then started walking away. As he recovered, he grabbed me and I thought he might hit me or try to force himself on me again, so I threw a right hook, hence that is why my hand is swollen.” She showed them her hand, and they all looked at it and then her mouth.
“When he kissed you, he hurt your lip?” Ellena asked, eyeing her lip.
“Yes. I don’t think you can tell though, can you?” Mikayla asked as she brought her fingers up to her mouth.
“Kind of,” Angelina replied, and Franco was beside Mikayla now, looking at her hand then placing his fingers under her chin to look at her lip.
“What did Michael and his brothers say when you told them?”
Mikayla lowered her eyes.
“Mikayla, you told them immediately or called the police right?” Ellena asked.
She shook her head.
“What?” Franco asked, raising his voice.
“I couldn’t tell them what happened. They weren’t my boyfriends or my protectors. I handled it myself and there was no need to tell them anything. I was just going on a date with Antoine so we could get to know one another. There was no relationship or so I thought until they saw my hand and I sort of told them what happened.”
“What do you mean ‘sort of,’ Mikayla?” Franco asked. Now Johnny and Gustave joined them.
They filled Johnny and Gustave in on what happened, and they looked angry, too. Mikayla wondered if this was some sort of a ménage relationship thing and whether or not she could handle the guys overreacting to every little thing that may or may not have happened to her.
“You didn’t tell them that you know who the guy is?” Johnny asked.
“I didn’t give his name because I didn’t want Pierre and them to go all crazy testosterone on the guy and get into some sort of trouble.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make. You made an assumption about how Pierre, Michael, Douglas, and Antoine would have reacted. Their first priority would have been you and your well-being, and then they would have dealt with this asshole accordingly,” Johnny told her. She was really starting to feel like an idiot.
Illeanna touched Mikayla’s hand. “Why didn’t you tell them?”
“I was afraid. You remember what happened with Justin.”
“Fuck Just
in, that piece of shit. He wasn’t a real boyfriend or a real man. You can’t go around thinking that every guy would be like Justin, Mikayla. He was an idiot, and he used you when all you did was love him and forgive him for what he did,” Illeanna told her.
“These are real men, and the commitment involved with this type of relationship is not decided upon easily. If this relationship is going to work between the five of you, then trust is important. They need to know the truth,” Ellena told her, and she looked up at Franco.
“How intense is Pierre?” she asked him.
“Pretty intense. He’s a perfectionist and is very demanding. Why?”
“In his business he might gain some enemies along the way then, huh?” she asked.
“Mikayla, did this guy attacking you have something to do with Pierre?” Franco asked.
“Kind of.”
“You need to call him and tell him. If it was any of us, then we would expect the same thing,” Johnny added.
“You can’t call them,” Mikayla stated.
“I will call them if you don’t do it immediately,” Johnny told her as he held up his phone.
“I’m meeting Pierre this morning for the closing. I’ll tell him afterward.”
Johnny nodded his head.
* * * *
“What?” Pierre yelled as Mikayla sat in his car after the closing at the attorney’s office.
“Pull over, Isaac,” he stated firmly, and Isaac pulled the Range Rover into the back parking lot of Mikayla’s agency. Isaac got out of the car and opened Mikayla’s door. He offered her his hand, and she took it, giving Isaac a small smile but feeling her insides tighten. She turned around as Pierre grabbed her arm and turned her back toward him.
“Repeat what you just said,” he told her.
“On Sunday, when I arrived to meet the potential customer interested in the property I recently listed, I recognized him. At first I thought nothing of it, but as we drove together to the home I didn’t like the feeling I had. Anyway, by the time I showed him through the house and began to make arrangements to show him others for the next day, he made his move.”
“It was Vincent Lukon?” Pierre asked, looking so intense she stuttered as she spoke.
“I really thought he was just being a jerk and had gotten pissed because you got the property on Burrens Place.”
“He mentioned that? He remembered you showing me the place?” he asked, then looked at Isaac who was listening.
She didn’t look away from Pierre’s face.
“He asked me if I was…if I was…”
Pierre cupped her cheek.
“He asked you what?” he whispered. She glanced at Isaac then back at Pierre.
“You can speak freely in front of Isaac. He’s known my brothers and I for years and I trust him with my life.”
She swallowed hard.
“He asked if I was fucking you,” she whispered, and she could see him trying his hardest to hold in his anger. His cheeks sunk in as if he was biting the inside of his cheeks.
“Damn it, Mikayla, we asked you to tell us everything and you didn’t.”
“After I spoke with Franco, Johnny, Gustave, and my sisters they made me see that telling you was the right thing to do. It really doesn’t matter, Pierre. I had my reasons.”
He grabbed her wrist and held her to him.
“That’s where you’re wrong. He forced himself on you, kissed you hard enough to bruise your lips,” he countered, his arm now snug around her waist.
She glanced at Isaac who appeared just as angry.
“I broke his fucking nose, didn’t I, Pierre? I defended myself. That’s what I’m used to doing. Can’t you understand that?” she asked him, feeling herself getting upset now.
He was silent a moment as he looked down at her. Angry determination glittered in his eyes.
“You are ours to protect. If somehow my business transactions have placed you in some kind of line of fire, I will resolve the situation immediately and take you out of harm’s way. What if he went after you again? What if he followed you home or waited for you in this parking lot after work?”
Mikayla lifted her chin and swallowed the fear his words caused inside of her.
“Then I would fight him off again.”
Pierre shook his head.
“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have to fight off attackers. I am going to take care of this, Mikayla. First I’m going to talk to Michael and see how you’re going to go about pressing charges.”
“But.”
He raised his eyebrows at her, and she knew not to argue with him. He was really upset, and he was concerned over her safety. Franco and his brothers had made her understand that.
“What are you going to do, Pierre?” she cautiously asked. Her concern lay with his safety as well. Not that she thought he couldn’t handle himself. All of his brothers were very muscular and just seemed capable.
He held her gaze.
“That’s not for you to concern yourself with, Mikayla.”
“Please don’t go after him. I don’t want to be the reason you get into trouble. It’s really not necessary and I—”
He placed his fingertips against her lips as his hand smoothed over her slim-fitting skirt and straight to her ass. He gave a squeeze then pulled her a little closer to him.
“This is a minor situation that I will deal with. It is not your concern now, and keeping you safe is my priority as it is my brothers’.”
“You’re going to tell them then?” she asked, and he gave her a look as if she’d said something terrible.
“Of course. There are no secrets between us, and there will be no secrets that involve you and your well-being.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I don’t want to explain what my line of thinking was. I just want you to know that I’ll try to abide by the rules.”
He smiled at her then gently laid his hand against her cheek. His thumb caressed her lower lip, and he inched closer.
“That’s all we ask.”
He kissed her, and what started out as soft and gentle turned into demanding. By the time he released her lips she was so aroused it took a few moments to open her eyes and gain focus on where they were.
Quickly she pulled away and straightened out her suit jacket.
“I should go,” she stated, and he nodded at her.
“I’ll call you later.”
Isaac opened Pierre’s door, and Mikayla headed into her office building.
* * * *
Pierre called Michael first.
“So who the hell is this guy, Pierre?” Michael asked.
“Just an asshole who’s jealous of my business dealings. He’s really no concern.”
“It’s a concern because it affects Mikayla.”
“I know that, and I’m going to handle it. Just leave it to me and it will be resolved.”
“She should press charges. That way it’s on record that this asshole assaulted her. If he tries something else, she can get him legally. We can get an order of protection.”
“We’re her protection,” Pierre snapped.
“There are legal items to worry about here.”
“Like we worried about following all the red tape to help Douglas?”
Michael was silent for a moment then he said, “Okay, it’s your call. Let me know how it goes. How was Mikayla’s hand? Antoine had me nervous last night.”
“Her hand looks better. Antoine said it wasn’t broken. He was just being overly concerned for her. This situation doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t like having her out of our sight.”
“I hear you, Pierre, but she seems to be able to handle herself fine, and she does have a professional career. She can’t drop everything and follow us around and I know you would love that.”
Pierre chuckled. “Well, not the following around so much as having her nearby at all times. She’s a beautiful woman. You should see the business suit she’s wearing today. Every fucking atto
rney at the office was looking her over. I was pissed and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I wasn’t sure how Mikayla would react to me pulling her into my arms and kissing her breathless.”
“Yeah, that might not have gone over too well. Relationships like ours are better off well hidden from the typical public eye. Well, I’ve got to go, let me know if you need anything on my end.”
“No problem, Michael. See you later tonight.”
Pierre got off the phone and called Antoine then Douglas. Fifteen minutes later he asked Isaac to drop him off at the office.
“Isaac, take care of the situation with Vincent Lukon for me.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to handle this yourself?” Isaac asked, surprising Pierre. He thought about it for a moment, but he knew better. The anger he felt would make him do something stupid. He wouldn’t cause Mikayla upset over this.
“It would be better if I didn’t see that asshole. God only knows what I might wind up doing.”
“I’ll take care of it, sir, and it will be my pleasure.”
Pierre smiled. Isaac lived for this kind of stuff. Pierre also noticed that Isaac seemed to be taking a liking to Mikayla.
* * * *
Mikayla conducted four interviews, taking up most of her time throughout the day. All her calls were being forwarded to her voice mail. She had one last closing to do at four thirty downtown, and then she could focus on her date with Douglas.
As she spoke with her assistant about the interviews, they agreed on three young women who showed great potential but had less experience. They were hungry and in sales. Being hungry was important.
“So would you like me to make the calls and set up for them to start this week?” Betty asked.
“Sure. Have them come in just to fill out the necessary paperwork as new employees and to meet the others. I’m going to just check my e-mails real quick and my phone calls before I head out for the closing.”
“What a busy day. You must be exhausted?”
“I am,” she replied then smiled at her secretary. Betty did an awesome job.
Mikayla opened up her e-mail messages and saw a few more inquiries into the Decantur Street house and two other places she was representing. Her belly tightened at the thought that one of them may be Vincent Lukon. But Pierre said he would handle things, and she trusted him. She just hoped that he didn’t get into any trouble.
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