Black Female

by Kim J. West

  “Yes sir,” he answered, not going into any details.

  “Ok, let me know when it’s over. I’ll be arriving in the evening tomorrow then you can fill me in.”

  I knew I was being vengeful arranging for Weiner to have the money delivered, then taking it from him, but he deserved much worse and I was adamant about my decision to fuck him over; especially after he’d blackmailed me then threatened to humiliate Lena and I.

  Next I called Khan.

  “Jonathan, I’ve been trying to reach you urgently,” he began. “The accountant in Zurich called me at noon. They need you to come over there urgently to sign some documents pertaining to your European investments, plus there are several investors’ meetings for you to attend next week Monday to Thursday.”

  I owned Strauss Allianz, an investment vehicle headquartered in Zurich, Switzerland. My other grandfather on my mother’s side had also left me a sizeable inheritance but luckily, most of the day to day decisions on that portfolio did not require my personal involvement. My Swiss accountant’s firm sent someone to the US at least once a month to handle any issues that came up and we spoke by teleconference regularly. My shares there were worth almost a billion more than my stake in Strauss Carter with only a fraction of the work required.

  “Khan, how come I didn’t know about this beforehand?” I demanded, annoyed that he’d spring this on me without notice.

  “They thought they could courier the documents and manage your meetings, but there was a regulatory deadline they didn’t anticipate, plus the investors have requested your presence.

  “When is the deadline for signing?”

  “Tomorrow, close of business.”

  I sighed. I’d have to head there immediately. It didn’t seem right that I’d only been told now at the last minute; I was suspicious that somebody might be trying to sabotage me. I called Janice and asked her to immediately arrange to charter a jet for me to fly to Zurich; I hated flying commercial and hadn’t done so in years not keen on all the frisking and cattle rustling that Homeland Security had to do.

  Our corporate jet was due for a full day of maintenance and would have to fetch me the following week and my new personal jet was still undergoing interior refurbishments. I’d been keen to see Lena the next day but I had to get this done… perhaps she could come with me, I thought. I reluctantly dropped the idea; she probably wouldn’t agree to it because of her work commitments and I didn’t want to ripple the waters right now. She was too unpredictable; I didn’t want to upset her when she was this far away. I had to let Lena know I wouldn’t be coming home right away before I called my people in Zurich. I sent her a text.

  “Hey baby. I’m still in Miami, but I have to fly to Zurich, Switzerland to sort out personal matters. I’m no longer coming back tomorrow. I will be there until next Thursday. I’ll call you from there tomorrow after work. X”.

  I then called my Zurich accountant and after I’d given him an earful, I cut the call and began to pack my bag, waiting to hear what Janice had arranged for my flight. My cell phone pinged with a text; it was Lena.

  “Travel safely. Missing you x”.

  I couldn’t help smiling about the sudden change in her tone from the previous day. Hundreds of people in the United States and Europe were ready to carry out my instructions to the letter, yet Lena at any moment was ready to tell me to fuck off. Something about her uncontrollable, unpredictable character drew me to her; perhaps I was the crazy one.

  I left the dinner with my colleagues early and headed back up to my room to head for the airport; Janice had arranged a chartered jet in record time; I’d be taking off around 9.00pm, arriving at noon in Zurich the next day with the time lost. As I was slipping on my jacket, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and found Janice standing there, smiling her megawatt smile. She was dressed to the nines in her cocktail dress and was wearing diamond earrings; I seem to remember I’d ordered those for her birthday the previous year.

  “Yes?” I said stepping back to grab my bag and head downstairs to be chauffeured to the airport.

  “I… I just wanted to check if everything was ok?” she said looking at me questioningly. “In Zurich I mean.”

  “Everything should be fine by tomorrow,” I replied, putting my passport in my jacket’s inside pocket.

  “Did you need me to come with you? I brought my passport with me,” she offered expectantly.

  “No Janice,” I replied, heading for the door. Just make sure you arrange to get me the final Miami documents to sign when I get back next week.

  “When you guys fly back in the jet tomorrow, see to it that it’s serviced and have it cleared for me to fly back Thursday or Friday. I will confirm which,” I said over my shoulder, leaving her standing in my suite. This would be the last time I ever brought her on a business trip. She needed to get a grip, or else I needed to start conducting interviews for her post.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  I arrived in Zurich at noon the next day, after a few more hours sleep on the flight. My company Strauss Allianz had arranged a chauffeur to pick me up from the airport and we headed straight to the office. After the drudgery of reading and signing endless documents and profuse apologies from my accountant, I headed to the Diplomat D’Opera Hotel; an exclusive boutique hotel where I always stayed when in Zurich. After being ushered into my suite and the butler had unpacked my bag, I slipped into the shower. It was only 6.00pm which meant only 1.00pm in the States. I’d have to call Lena much later. Just as well I was having dinner with my accountant that evening.

  When I got back into my room, I felt dead tired mainly from the long flight. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed with my laptop, responding to my emails while I waited for Lena to get home. When it was around midnight I called her on video call from my cell phone. Seconds later, she came into focus, greeting me with a pretty smile. I felt my dick stirring the minute I laid eyes on her.

  “Hey baby,” I said, with one hand behind my head, lying back on my pillows.

  “Hey,” she replied, giving me a heart-stopping smile.

  I noticed she was still in her work clothes. “You’ve just gotten home?”

  “Yeah. And you are already in bed? What time is it over there?”

  I glanced at my watch. “Almost midnight.”

  “You must be tired,” she offered sympathetically.

  “A little,” I confessed. “So how was your day?”

  “Very good, actually. I managed to sign a deal with Rockforth Networks today. I’ve been working on that account for ages so it finally came through.” I could tell she was excited to share her good news but I was just too exhausted and tried to stifle my yawn. She noticed.

  “Jonathan, you look exhausted. I’d better let you sleep.”

  I guess I had to agree. But despite my tiredness, I was still in a playful mood and talking to her had given me a semi.

  “Okay baby,” I said, “but you have to give me something to look forward to.”

  “Like what?” I could tell she knew what was coming with the coy look on her face.

  “Show me something interesting.”

  “You have to be specific, Jonathan.”

  I thought perhaps she could show me her pussy, but knowing Lena, that would take too long to negotiate. I opted for an easier option.

  “Show me a nipple.”

  “What will I see in return?” Oh; so she was in the mood to play too. I was feeling generous.

  “My nipple.”

  She threw her head back and laughed at my ridiculous offer.

  “Jonathan, your nipples and my nipples are not exactly equals. Mine are worth more.”

  “What on me is equal to your nipples?”

  “Your nuts.” I’d known she’d say that and couldn’t help laughing. If she wanted to see my nuts, I’d gladly show them to her as long as I got something in return.

  “Okay, Lena. It’s a deal. Show me your nipples and I’ll show you my crown jewels.”

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sp; “I don’t trust you, Jonathan. What if I show you my nipples, then you refuse to meet your end of the bargain? You go first.” She was a shrewd negotiator; but we had to have a quid pro quo –exchange - deal.

  “No, let’s both do it at the same time on a count of three,” I countered, hoping she wouldn’t back out; this naughty chat had gotten me solid.

  Smiling she began to do a countdown. “Okay, in three… two… one….”

  Smiling wickedly, I faced my phone screen directly on my nuts, giving her a bonus view of my aroused cock. All I saw from her was a shocked look before she squealed and began to laugh hysterically. What the hell? She’d tricked me; I didn’t see that coming. I suppressed a laugh at her cunning move and tried to look cross.

  “Lena, you double-crossed me.”

  She couldn’t stop giggling and hooting then falling apart into another fit of giggles; a smile tugged at my lips.

  “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” she sputtered in amusement, “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “I’m waiting,” I said sitting up, hoping that she’d show me a little skin.

  She fumbled with her blouse and I noticed that she was cringing with shyness. In the blink of an eye, she had flashed her boob at me; giving me a split second view of the goods. That wouldn’t do.

  “No way,” I said shaking my head. “Not after what you did, trying to crook me. I showed you my damn balls, Lena. That shot was worth both nipples. You owe me.”

  She flashed both her nipples and I quickly kissed my phone screen with a loud smack.

  “Hey!” she scolded. “Look but don’t touch!”

  I laughed and laid my head back down on the pillow, finally satisfied that I’d gotten a glimpse of what was waiting for me back home in the States.

  “I miss you baby,” I confessed. “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me too,” she replied and I could see that she meant it.

  We were both quiet for a long moment until she broke the silence.

  “Good night, Jonathan.”

  “Good night, Lena.”

  I ended the call and placed my phone on the charger, feeling an unfamiliar emotion.

  Fuck… I think I’m in love with her.

  The realization hit me with the force of a wrecking ball.

  I love this girl… I’m in love with Lena.

  I thought back to our early days before our affair when I’d treated her badly and kicked myself silently. I could have fucked this up permanently with that stupid stunt, I thought. I was glad we’d recovered from that because as I lay there in my hotel suite in Zurich, I wanted nothing more than to go home to be with her. I knew I couldn’t tell her just yet; not when she was still ready to pull the trigger every time we faced an obstacle. I had to work my way to her; I’d be patient.

  Since the third grade, I’d never had to make any kind of effort for a girl. There was no thrill; no chase. Just rows and rows of identical, soul-less Stepford Wives with no personality, always ready to do everything I wanted while giving me a façade of perfection.

  Ashley had been on the opposite end of the scale. I thought her being a challenge meant she was the right woman for me; but something had been missing. When she cheated on me, it made me realize I didn’t love her. As for all the other women I had dated, the only time they had shown any signs of life was when I was breaking up with them and by then it was often too late. Lena made me work for it. She took no shit from me, even when I didn’t deserve it. She had a past; she wasn’t perfect and that’s what made her perfect for me. I could live, I could feel and I was forced to care about her opinion even when she was infuriating. What more could I want? And who would she want to be with besides me? No wonder Fucken Willis didn’t last; most men could never handle someone like Lena. I felt I understood her and I was certain it was me she needed.

  During the weekend I called her a few times, just enjoying hearing her sultry voice and that giggle of hers when I made her laugh. Of course I wanted to know what she was up to; without me there I couldn’t help feeling slightly threatened that some fucker might flirt with her and make her laugh too, but I knew Lena. Even being in love with her, I’d only been given a glimpse over the protective wall that surrounded her. It would take much more for me to break it down completely before she was mine in every way.

  During the week I was busy with dreary meetings and texted Lena everyday to check on her, calling her every evening to talk for hours. It was heartwarming to see her so happy and I wanted to keep that smile on her face all the time.

  On Wednesday I made a call to Janice to arrange the jet to pick me up Friday. I also instructed her to arrange with the staff at our family’s private island in the Bahamas to have the house and catering ready for ‘myself and a guest who had a birthday the following week’. Lena’s birthday was coming up and I wanted to spend all day with her away from everyone. I could have pushed it for the weekend but her birthday was Friday so it had to be a mid week getaway. Janice knew not to ask for the name of my guest unless I volunteered it and I left her to arrange everything. I also planned to buy Lena a birthday gift. I was very bad at buying presents; normally I just gave spending limits but I really wanted to make an effort for Lena.

  As I thought about what she might want, I remembered she was saving for a car. ‘A little Mercedes’, she’d said. I’d have to do something about that. And as a woman I was seeing, by now she’d have had some type of expense account, usually after I was given some sob story. Lena hadn’t asked me for anything so I’d force that in as a birthday present; surely she couldn’t refuse a gift? I wanted her to be able to spend without restrictions and budgets. I was a demanding boyfriend and if I needed to fly off with her somewhere exotic for the weekend or attend a function with her, I wanted her to get everything she needed without having to ask.

  All week it’d been a pleasure to talk to Lena over the phone. Most of our interactions ended or began with sex, so the distance apart had given us a reason to spend more time talking and getting to know each other. Just from our hour long daily chats, I knew I was really into her. I wanted nothing more than to have her waiting for me when I got home; I was keen to tell her how I felt.

  On Thursday I sent her a text.

  “Hey baby. I'm arriving back from Zurich tomorrow Friday evening around 8. Come to the penthouse. You'll be there before me. Order dinner in for us, plan to spend the night x.”

  She replied.

  “I’ll be there waiting. See you tomorrow x.”

  That message had so much promise. On my flight back to the States I knew that I wanted to do things the right way with her. As much as I’d prefer to make love to her the minute I saw her, I’d have to exercise some self-control. I wanted to make things official with her and we’d need to talk. I knew Lena would point out problems, like our working together. I didn’t give a fuck what people thought, but if she was adamant I knew I could arrange for her to transfer to one of our offices in Midtown.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  When I landed just after 7.00pm, Jackson was there waiting for me. We’d agreed to talk about the outcome of the Weiner incident when I arrived back in the States. I descended down the plane steps and he took my bag from me.

  “Welcome back, sir.”

  “Thank you, Jackson,” I responded letting myself into the front passenger seat of the Tahoe. First things first; I’d been offline and needed to know if Lena had gone to the penthouse. If not, I’d head over to her place in Midtown immediately to fetch her.

  “Is Miss. Williams at my place?” With any other woman I wouldn’t have to ask, but with Lena, nothing was certain.

  “Yes she is.”

  Okay, good. I suppressed my feelings of excitement at seeing her; we had to clear a few things up. I wanted to know if Weiner had sniffed the hundred grand.

  “Weiner?”

  “Everything went off without a hitch, sir.”

  “Did you retrieve the cash?”

  “Like a boss, sir,” he said, a sm
ile threatening to erupt on his face.

  “Did you erase his entire catalog of work?”

  “Every last file, sir. All his cameras broke accidentally when we were doing the housekeeping.”

  I smiled back in my seat, marveling at the extent of Jackson’s efficiency. Mission accomplished. They’d let Weiner get his greedy paws on my money and somehow retrieved it from him but I didn’t want to know the details. His life’s work was gone, along with his forty thousand dollar cameras; that would teach him not to ever fuck with me or Lena again. Asking me to throw Lena into the deal? Fuck him. I had no sympathy for his white trash ass.

  “Sir, can I ask what we should do with the money? The guys are already paid from the security fund.”

  I shrugged. “Give it to that homeless shelter near Weiner’s strip club,” I suggested. “Anonymously,” I added. He nodded and sped off towards Buckhead.

  We arrived in the basement parking a few minutes before 8.00pm. I declined Jackson’s offer to help me with my bags; I wanted to get into the penthouse alone, excited that Lena was up there waiting for me. I was starving and hoped she’d already ordered dinner from the restaurant. I’d spent a lot of my flight napping, resting for an all-nighter with Lena.

  I went up the elevator holding my laptop and duffel bag. An hour before landing, I’d squeezed in a quick shower and dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt; I knew I looked a little scruffy.

  I entered the penthouse and was met with the most amazing aroma of something delicious pervading the apartment, coming from the kitchen. The most beautiful woman in the world came towards me with the sweetest smile I’d ever seen. She looked so sexy and feminine as she came towards me, her excitement apparent. I set my bags down and walked towards her.

  "Hi honey, I'm home," I said, stretching my arms towards her.

  She came into my arms and I picked her up and twirled her around. After I set her down I lifted her chin with my finger, kissing her softly on her lips with my other arm around her and couldn’t resist giving her a gentle squeeze. She smelled of a light citrusy fragrance and looked stunning in a beautiful wrap dress.