The Chase II

by Xyla Turner

  After working for about an hour or so, my work email chimed. It was from an unknown address, which should have went to SPAM, but the subject line was Xavier, so I previewed it to see if it was legit.

  To: xturner@gritcharter.org

  From: UnkNowKn

  Date: ______________

  Subject: Xavier Andrews???

  Is this the man you claim to love?

  Do not worry, he will be expired soon.

  --

  There were pictures of Xavier with a bat and it looked like he was in a rage swinging it around breaking things in someone’s apartment. Another one was of him with the same clothing he had on today, with a gun in a holster on his hip and he was getting out of his car with Matt on the side. The third picture was of him sitting at a restaurant with the biggest schmuck in town, Tay Connors. He ran several illegal gambling rings and if people were beaten up, arms and legs in a cast, it was probably one of his goons. More importantly, what was Xavier doing with him?

  Oh my gosh.

  Dread filled me as I sat and realized that I really did not know Xavier and what he was wrapped up in. More importantly, I was basically living with the man and he for the most part paid for my house. Was that with dirty money? Was he in business with Tay? And above all of that, what did ‘expire’ mean?

  Quickly, I saved the email and printed it out. I was going to have my IT guy take a look at it and give me some answers. An eerie feeling fell in the room, so I packed up and left. I was uneasy on my way back to my apartment that Xavier had turned into my office, which I would be reverting back to living. I really thought I could handle this with him, but those pictures were beyond unsettling.

  ******

  The next day, I was awoken by a quick knock on the door and then it was opened and closed. I jumped up and ran to the living room with my Taser in hand, as it’s always stored on the side of my bed.

  “Xena?”

  Oh, it was Xavier dressed in his normal tailored-made suit with a stripped black and green shirt underneath.

  “What are you doing here and how did you get a key?”

  “Can we talk or are you planning to use that?” Xavier did not answer my question.

  Completely forgetting the Taser was in my hand, I held it tighter and asked again, “What are you doing here and how did you get a key?”

  He was not moved or concerned about me harming him or he was simply bat shit crazy. Xavier walked right to me, grabbed the Taser, put it on the chair next to me, then wrapped his arms around my waist and asked again, “Can we talk now?”

  “I really don’t want to talk with you now.” I was able to get out, which was extremely difficult with his hands on me like they were.

  He started to walk us back, so I was against the wall and his body was pressed into me. His face was following mine, as I tried to not look at him.

  “Come on Xavier, I don’t feel like talking. Can we do this in a few days? Please.” I pleaded.

  “That’s too long,” he replied, before he nipped my jaw line.

  “Xavier, stop. Sex, cuddling or being intimate in any way will not change the facts. You have to stop this.”

  “Stop what? The ache in my groan, because I miss you. The tear in my heart or my head pounding, because I know you’re mad at me and I’ll do anything to fix it. What do I need to stop?”

  He nipped the other side of my chin, then squeezed my ass.

  Oh boy.

  “Xavier,” I moaned. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”

  “That’s too long as well. Talk now or forever hold your peace.” He looked at me.

  That comment pulled me right out of my haze. I pushed him off of me, but he only took a step back, holding me at his arm’s length.

  “Let’s get one thing straight. There is no talk now or forever anything. You kidnapped.” I lowered my voice. “You kidnapped somebody. Let’s put that into perspective. You can try to spin it anyway you want, but I don’t deal with criminals and that is what that makes you.”

  His eyes flashed and he let me go, yet his eyes held me in place.

  “If someone threatened you, Karen or your nephew Taylor, what would you do? The police can’t verify the threat, but it was in your means to do something about it. Tell me, what would you do?”

  He waited for my answer and put his hands in his pockets.

  “What do you mean, the police can’t verify the threat?”

  “I mean, like the tens of thousands of women that go to the authorities to file charges. All so they can try to get a stupid sheet that says their predator must stay away from them. But, they can’t, because he hasn’t physically touched them yet.” He shifted his weight on his right side and continued, “I’m talking about there is nothing they can do, but you have it in your power to do something. What would you do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I do.” He stepped to me, “Anything in your fucking power to do.”

  My head turned away from him, but he pulled his left hand out of his pocket, grabbed my chin with his forefinger and thumb so I was facing him.

  “No, Xena. It makes you uncomfortable, but it’s truth. So, let us get one thing straight. If anybody and I do mean anybody gets in the way of you and me, I will handle them by any means necessary. I will use every resource I have, thugs I know, people I employ, bullet I own to eliminate them. I do not give one fuck for anyone that dares come between us, because they clearly don’t care about me. So, Xena, I’m telling you now. When I find him, I probably won’t tell you. I won’t keep you in the loop and I won’t let you know. If you have a problem with that, you tell me now.”

  “What will you say if I have a problem?”

  “We’ll talk it out until you get over your problem.”

  “That’s nothing, Xavier. I do have a problem with you keeping secrets and getting all, ‘taking it to the streets’ and shit. I’m not into that and I don’t want to be with anyone that is.”

  “Xena,” he breathed. “I’m not into anything illegal. All of my business is legit. However, if I am threatened in anyway, I will use illegal ways to handle it, if I’m pushed to that. Mark is a professional hacker. He’s done this before, so the only way to combat a mother fucker like him is at his own game.”

  That settled on question, but I still wanted to know why he was with Tay. I did not want him to know that I knew.

  “I don’t like this Xavier.” I shook my head.

  Xavier sighed, then said in a less commanding tone, “He was stalking you, Xena. Taking pictures of you and he was in your fucking apartment. What did you want me to do?”

  I put my head down because I had no response. He stepped to me again and said, “In a Time to Kill, was Samuel wrong for avenging his daughter’s assailants?”

  Shit, he knew that was one of my favorite movies and he knew how I felt about that.

  “No.”

  “Look at me.” He quietly commanded.

  My head slowly rose to meet his.

  Xavier’s forehead met mine, then he said, “I’ll do anything to keep you safe. I’m sorry that bothers you, but it’s my job to take care of you.”

  His warm hands cupped both sides of my face as he looking into my eyes.

  “Love you, baby girl.”

  “I know.”

  Crazy for me - plus one.

  ******

  After he told me to get dressed, because we were going to breakfast, I hurried through my morning routine. I was hungry since I did not have dinner the night before. When we reached the lobby, Xavier told me to stay so he could get the car since he was parked around the corner. While he was doing that, I opened my mailbox to see a blank envelope and in them were more pictures of Xavier and I from yesterday. They were different version of the pictures I was sent last night. The others were of me in my car crying, walking into my building and leaving to go to my school.

  Shit.

  Maybe Xavier wasn’t all crazy. Could I bring this to the cops? Should I show Xavier? Was this Ma
rk, like he said? There were so many questions and the only person I could talk to get straight answers was probably Matthew. However, his loyalty to his brother was solid. It didn’t hurt to try, I thought as a horn beeped. Stuffing the envelope in my bag, I went out to the car.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as I buckled my seat belt.

  “Juniors. They have good breakfast.”

  “It’s seven-thirty in the morning, are they even open.”

  “Yup, they will be by the time we get there.”

  Their breakfast was good. I annihilated the chicken and waffles and so did Xavier, but he also had grits. When we getting out of the car, Xavier said, “I’m just dropping you off here, so you can get your stuff.”

  “What?”

  “You’re not staying here, Xena.”

  We entered the building when I said, “You have a lot of nerve.”

  “Nerve?”

  “Xavier, do not start your shit.” I snapped at him.

  “Baby, your year is almost up. We had an agreement, are you reneging?”

  “Listen,” I entered the elevator and held it for a cute couple behind us, “I’m still mad at you about what you did. This was my place. You had no right.”

  Xavier growled and the woman looked at the guy, who was looking back at her.

  “I had every fucking right. My woman is in a hellhole neighborhood and I move her out. I have no right?” He was shaking his head. Then he turned towards the random guy and asked, “Do you hear what I’m saying?”

  The tall guy with locs looked at the lady with short locs, then said, “Yeah, man. I feel you on that shit. The neighborhood is shit, your woman can’t stay here.”

  “See,” Xavier turned and said to me with his palm out.

  I looked to the pretty girl and said, “Is that your man? Do you hear what he’s saying? He’s going to just uproot you from where you are and make you move in his palace because he can. Just damn bossy.” I glared at the guy, then Xavier.

  “She’s mouthy too,” The guy with locs looked at Xavier.

  “Shit, this ain’t nothing,” Xavier commented.

  I gasped, then looked to the girl. Her man and mine were talking about me while I was standing right there.

  Mouthy.

  This girl must be a church mouse, because she looked damn near smitten. She also would not be coming to my defense. Then she raised her eyebrows and said, “He’s not my man, just a -”

  Her entire body was pulled back by the guy, but one hand was wrapped around her jaw/neck and the other was around her torso. He said in her ear, but loud enough so we could hear it, “Baby, I’m your man.”

  The elevator dinged on my floor. I said, “Oh yeah, honey. You got yourself an alpha and that was your man, the minute he laid claim to you.”

  She had no idea. I shook my head and opened the door to the elevator. As I walked off, Xavier smacked my ass hard.

  Damn, that felt good.

  “You asking for it, aren’t you?” He said after I yelped.

  My center pulsed and I involuntarily purred, “Yesss.”

  Chapter 3: Xavier

  Xena was against the wall rubbing her center on me, while her leg was around my waist. We were still in the entry way of her door, reminding me when I first came to her apartment with her award. She was just as feisty as she was sexy.

  She nipped my lip, causing a groan to escape from my throat. Quickly, picking her up, I carried her to the bed and we fell on. Lifting myself off of her, I said, “Turn over.”

  A slow smile spread across her face as she slowly turned, so her stomach was on the bed. Lifting her dress to display the thong whose string was neatly hidden from my eyes.

  “You’ll get five.” I rubbed her ass. “You remember the safe word?”

  “Diamond,” she said as her hips wiggled, causing her ass to shake.

  Damn.

  I slapped her right cheek, once, then bent to kiss it. Repeating that three more times, I pulled her thong down to her knees and smacked her ass again.

  She purred, causing my cock to strain again my pants tighter.

  “Last one, baby girl.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Fuck.

  She knew just what to say.

  “Fuck baby.” I slapped her one more time, then kissed each terra cotta globe.

  My arm snaked around her stomach, so her knees would be on the bed. I moved around with my back to the headboard, then I saw her hooded eyes. She was ready.

  “You like that?” I smirked.

  “Hmm,” was her only reply.

  Slowly, I lifted her dress off and threw it across the room. The demi bra that covered her breasts was purple, just like her thong.

  “Unbuckle me.”

  Xena started to fumble with my belt and pants, until I was completely unzipped.

  “Shirt.” I said, as I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders.

  Her _____ fingers unfastened each button, then she leaned down and kissed my chest.

  Damn.

  After throwing her bra on the floor and kicking my pants off, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, so she was straddling me.

  “Ride me, baby girl.” I whispered in her ear as she rested her head on my shoulder.

  I aligned my aching cock up to her wet slit and she sat on me, slowly adjusting. Moving only a little, until my hand smacked her ass.

  “Ride.”

  Xena placed her arms on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and started to shake her ass all over my cock. The woman was a goddamn temptress and knew what to do with those hips.

  “You feel so good,” she moaned.

  Her ample breast kept bouncing in my face, so I grabbed one and started to suck on the dark nipple. She yelped loudly and rode faster. My teeth nipped her sensitive bud, then she slammed down on me.

  “Ride,” I popped her nipple out my mouth and went to the other one.

  She picked back up the momentum as I sucked on her for life. This woman would be the mother of my children, the only one I wanted to wake up too. My soulmate. I never believed in that shit before, until now. Matt wanted to know why I never settled, I doubt it had anything to do with the bastard who fathered us, I just didn’t believe in love and all that shit. One person in the whole world who you might or might not meet that was destined for you was such bull shit, until Xena. I know she’s for me. There would never be anyone else.

  Her walls clenched around my straining cock. “Yes, baby girl. Come for daddy.”

  She put her forehead to mine and pulled up all the way to the tip, then slammed back down.

  Oh, shit.

  I smacked her ass for that. She did it again, so I smacked it again. The woman was taunting me and trying to get me to cum first. Therefore, I put my thumb right above her clit and started to make quick circles that caused her to go faster.

  “Fuck, Xena.”

  “Xavvviiieeerrrrr!” She sang.

  Then her knees tried to jerk close as she came all over my hard cock. Her head fell to my neck as I grabbed her waist and fucked my way home. The mixing of our juices left me feeling that all was well with the world. In that moment, nothing mattered. It was me and my woman, making sweet love.

  My lips touched her neck for a kiss. She murmured something unintelligently. My hand continually rubbed the sweat up and down her back.

  “You going to work late?” I asked.

  “No, I can’t. Meeting with a potential donor today.” She mumbled in my neck.

  “Well, it’s eight-fifteen.” My hands continued to rub her back, “You don’t need donors, when you have me.”

  “That’s exactly why I need donors, so I’m not relying on my extravagant guy friend.”

  “Guy friend?” I stopped rubbing.

  “Male friend?” she corrected.

  “No, friends. I’m your man.”

  “Yeah, that’s what all that means.”

  “No, baby. That don’t mean that. Your man takes care of you. Your man makes yo
u come on his cock. Your man has your back, no matter what.”

  “Okay,” she lifted her head, as I was still inside of her. “My man.”

  “Good, now go get cleaned up, so I can ride you to work.”

  She squeezed her walls on me again, then said, “Yes, daddy.”

  ******

  XENA:

  When I arrived to work, Janice, my secretary said, “Morning Xena. You look very, very happy.”

  Apparently, my closest staff members, my administrator’s team knew when I had a man or when I got some. They said I was unusually happy, smiling for no reason and a lot friendlier.

  “Shut up Janice, what’s the deal for today?”

  She laughed. “I’m just saying. You have a glow.”

  I stopped opening my office door, when I heard the word glow.

  “What do you mean, glow?”

  “Just your usual, I probably just rolled out of bed with that sexy ass man, who any woman on the planet will ‘accidently’ run you over if they thought he could look at someone else besides you, glow.”

  “Girl, you are crazy.”

  “Did you not just roll out of bed with that sexy specimen of a man?”

  “So.”

  “Exactly.” She looked over her glasses, and continued, “As I was saying. The potential sponsor will be here within the hour and you have a crying Penelope in your office.”

  “Oh now,” I whispered, “What happened?”

  “Don’t know, she’ll only talk to you.”

  “Okay, okay.” I opened the door and saw Penelope sitting in front of my desk.

  “Hey, Penelope.” Walking straight to her, “Is everything alright?”

  “No,” She was crying more and more. “I have to quit and move back to Maryland with my parents.”

  “What!?” I said as I sat right next to her.

  She was one of my star hires, very well educated, smart, vibrant and her slightly country accent, she had those kids whipped in shape. My team was betting against her, thinking she wouldn’t last, but during the interview she said something that made me think twice and hired her.

  The things she loves, she fights for.

  That was my confirmation, despite her shy and timid demeanor.

  “Did something happen here? Is there anything I can do to change your decision?” I would have tried.