by D. Camille
“Make it erupt baby...” he whispered against her mouth.
Isis moaned. “Like Mount Tambora...” she replied breathily.
Chapter 18
Marc awakened the next morning to an empty bed beside him. Lying back against the pillows, he reflected on last night. He'd told Isis everything about his past but there was still his work with Ray that needed to be discussed. He'd wanted to see how she reacted to everything else before sharing that tidbit.
He lifted a brow as he waited for her to return, presumably from the bathroom. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he saw it was just a little after seven. Last night he and Isis had eventually made it to the kitchen for some food then quickly found themselves back in bed.
Marc smiled thinking of the beautiful and passionate woman he loved. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd be in love, let alone with Isis Martin. Their relationship had been tumultuous at times, especially when her father had been involved but they'd made it through and now she was his.
Marc got up and grabbed a pair of shorts to go looking for his woman. He sniffed the air and smelled food. “Oh shit! Isis no!” He turned and ran down the hall into the kitchen where she was standing in front of the stove...cooking.
Marc wasn't sure what he had expected, maybe a blazing fire...but definitely not Isis...cooking. He watched as she concentrated on scrambling the eggs in the pan, dressed in one of his shirts and her feet bare.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said cautiously and she turned to him with a wide smile.
“Hey babe, I made your favorite.” She turned back to her project and turned off the fire before removing the pan from the stove and filling two plates that already contained link sausages with the fluffy eggs. He glanced to the side and saw a plate of toast on the counter.
“Uh, you did this?” he asked coming slowly into the room further.
Isis glanced at him in basketball shorts then turned back to her preparation. “Yes, I did. I also wanted to do something special for you while we were here, so Tasha showed me how to make this breakfast.” She smiled at him. “I'm just glad everything worked out okay. I was really nervous.”
Marc walked over and took her into his arms, holding her closer. “This is really sweet Isis.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
She looked up at him. “I'm not trying to start making complete meals, but I at least can feed you breakfast.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly. “Good morning Princess.”
“Good morning Marcus. Did you sleep well?” she asked.
Marc grabbed her behind. “How could I not with this pressed against me?”
She laughed softy and lifted her arms to hang around his neck. “I always sleep well snuggled up with this sexy body,” she said touching her lips to his. “Eat your food before it gets cold.”
Marc moved to pull a chair out for her after she'd sat the two plates on the table. When they were both seated, Isis reached for a banana on the table and peeled it before putting the entire piece of fruit into her mouth and sliding it back and forth.
Marc watched in fascination for moment before asking, “What are you doing?”
Isis looked at him then removed the banana completely from her mouth. “Practicing.”
He dropped his fork. “Practicing what?”
“Tasha says it helps work on the gag reflex,” she explained and he froze. “Although I did tell her you were much larger than a banana.” She smiled at him. “I think I'll start to practice with very large cucumbers or something.”
Marc lowered his head for a moment to maintain his composure. “What the hell are you and my sister doing at that apartment?” he asked when he lifted his head again.
“It's just practice Marcus.” She winked at him. “I want to get my Pro Status.”
“You will.” He picked up his fork and began eating the meal she'd prepared. He had to admit she had done a good job.
“Thank you for breakfast Isis. It's very delicious,” he complimented.
He watched the bright smile come across her face. “Really? You aren't just saying that so you don't hurt my feelings?”
He reached across the table and took her hand. “You know that I don't lie to you. If it was terrible, I would thank you for the effort.”
“I can't wait to tell Tasha that you liked it.”
He stared at her. “You and Tasha tell each other a lot.”
Isis leaned in closer. “I don't tell her everything. Some things a girl has to keep to herself.”
“Like what?”
She gave him a sexy smile. “Like when your man puts you on a dining table and you love it.”
“You're about to get put on a breakfast table in a minute,” he told her.
Isis shook her head. “No, you have to finish your food first.”
He smiled at her. “Okay, let's finish so we can get our day started.” Marc went back to eating his food.
Isis began eating from her own plate then glanced at the banana still on the table. “Should I finish my practicing?” she asked.
Grey eyes pinned hers. “No need...it's showtime.” Reaching across the table, he took the peeled banana and finished it off quickly.
She watched him devour the fruit then lick his luscious lips.
“I always give my best performances when it's showtime,” she said licking her own lips.
*********
Shana and her mother drove to their appointment with the lawyers for Milton Martin's estate. They both wanted to know what the holdup was with their funds. It had been over a month since Milton's death and they were still waiting to get their money.
Shana was sure her father had taken care of her and her mother. He always had. The pair entered the office and took the empty seats across from the attorney.
“Thank you ladies for coming in,” the attorney began. “I'm afraid I have some bad news to share with you.”
Shana looked at her mother in confusion then at the lawyer. “What are you talking about?” Shana demanded.
“The government has frozen all of Milton's assets while an investigation into his dealings is underway.”
Shana looked at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that no monies can be disbursed until the investigation is done,” he explained.
She jumped to her feet. “So what are we supposed to do?”
“Millie, calm down. Let the man speak,” her mother interjected.
Shana turned to her mother. “He's telling us we're not getting any damn money!”
Her mother sighed and turned to the attorney. “Do you know how long we'll have to wait?”
The attorney shrugged. “I honestly can't say. It's up to how their investigation goes.”
“What did his other daughters say about this?” Shana asked.
“Isabelle and Isis declined any monies from the estate weeks ago,” he told her.
Her eyes narrowed. “Those bitches! They did this.”
“Miss White, your sisters didn't have anything to do with this. The government was already investigating your father before his death.”
“My Daddy is dead and they're trying to drag his name through the mud!” Shana screamed.
Her mother took her hand. “Millie, it's okay.”
“It's not okay! This isn't right. My Daddy always took care of me. He wouldn't want this!”
The attorney watched the women and prepared to give them the rest of the story.
“Miss White, I should tell you that you are also being investigated. It seems your father involved you in some of his dealings. He put various entities in your name that the government is looking into.”
Her mother gasped, shocked that Milton would do such a thing. “But what if she didn't know about it? Can they still hold her responsible?”
The attorney nodded. “It's a possibility.” He turned to a stunned Shana. “Did you sign any papers for your father Miss White?”
“Of course, Da
ddy asked me to sign papers all the time...but he said it was for insurance and to make sure I'd always be taken care of.”
He shook his head. “If I were you Miss White, I'd get a good criminal lawyer,” he advised.
“A lawyer?” her mother asked.
“Someone may go to jail over this and since Milton is dead...” He looked at Shana.
Shana frowned. “Jail? What the hell are you talking about. I'm not going to no damn jail!”
Her mother stood. “Let's just talk to an attorney Millie. We can take care of this.”
Shana grabbed her bag. “I'll take care of this my way! They killed my Daddy and now they're trying to send me to jail. I've got something for their asses!”
Shana's mother watched her storm from the room then turned to the attorney. “She's in a lot of trouble isn't she?”
He nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
She shook her head. “I hope she doesn't do anything stupid.”
*********
Isis sat across from Marc in the outdoor hot tub after their morning interlude. He was watching her with those platinum eyes that always made her warm and she was watching him as well. She smiled as he took her foot into his hands and began softly massaging it.
“Have I told you that you're beautiful today?” he asked.
Isis shook her head. “Not today.”
“You are so beautiful Isis Martin.” He continued to massage her foot while holding her gaze. “And I love you.”
He became alarmed when her eyes filled with tears. “What's wrong Princess?”
She sniffed and wiped at her cheeks as a few drops fell. “When my Daddy died, I thought I'd never be happy again.” She smiled at him through her tears. “But I am...I'm so happy with you Marcus.”
Marc released her foot and moved over to where she sat. He lifted her face and stared into her dark brown eyes. “Let's agree to make it a priority that you're happy every day.”
“I love you...and I don't even know how it happened,” she whispered. “But I'm so glad it did.”
“It happened because it was meant to be. There was nothing either of us could do to fight it.”
Marc kissed her tears away before claiming her mouth then a short while later he moved back across from her in the bubbling water, reclaiming her foot.
“Thank you again for breakfast. It was very good,” he complimented.
Isis laughed. “I went through a dozen eggs before I got those right,” she confessed. “But I was determined.”
Marc laughed with her. “I'm just thankful that you didn't set the house on fire.”
“You make it sound like I'm an arsonist or something.”
He lifted a brow. “I believe the common trait is starting fires.”
Isis sat back lifting her breasts into the air. “You set me on fire,” she purred. “So I guess you're an arsonist as well?”
Marc continued massaging her foot. “I'm a plumber.” He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes. “You didn't really just say that.”
He laughed. “Okay, how about a scuba diver?”
“A scuba diver?”
“I can go deep,” he explained.
Isis shook her head. “No.”
“A tour guide?” he offered.
She looked confused.
“I take you places you've never been.”
Isis groaned. “Oh my god! I can't believe you are this corny.” She began laughing.
Marc held her foot tightly. “Corny? Woman that's game.”
She smirked. “No wonder you're single.”
“Wait, you've got a lot of mouth for somebody that was dating a teenager,” he taunted.
Isis' mouth fell open then she slowly closed it. “So you want to play, huh?”
He shrugged. “It's your game. I'm just telling the truth.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Then I'm a baker.” She said folding her arms.
“A baker?”
She nodded. “I can make it rise.” Isis slowly slid her tongue around her full lips. “Or maybe I'm an equestrian.”
“I know how to ride...”
Marc brought her foot to his mouth and slowly sucked the arch causing her breath to catch. His eyes were like two lighting strikes watching her reaction. She tried to pull her foot away, but he held on.
“You have erogenous zones in your foot,” he explained softly. Methodically he began to massage her toes taking ample time for each one individually. Isis felt warmth between her thighs as he held her gaze.
“If a man knows how to do this right, he can trigger an orgasm.” He continued to explain.
His softly spoken words along with that stare and what he was doing to her toes was certainly triggering something deep inside of Isis.
Holding on to her manicured big toe he expertly rubbed it between his two fingers. She watched in awe as he licked it before placing it in his mouth and Isis melted at the surge of pleasure throughout her body. She could tell he was very experienced at this particular form of love play since he was hitting every spot causing her to moan. Isis decided to simply give in to the pleasure and soon felt herself releasing a tiny explosion.
Her eyes flew to his and he smiled at her still caressing her foot gently from toe to ankle. She laid back in the water and closed her eyes as he squeezed and rubbed the sole and heel of her tingling foot. Marc continued to kiss her foot until he began to move up her leg.
Isis opened her eyes to stare into his, then lifted her other manicured foot. “Do that again.”
*********
Jeremiah entered the hotel room and waited for Millie. She'd called him in a rage saying that she needed to see him immediately and he'd agreed to meet her at the hotel. He'd arrived before her and sat on the bed thinking about the visit from Marc where he'd warned Jeremiah to stay away from Isis.
Jeremiah had been surprised since he'd never done anything to Isis. He'd barely even said a few words to her. He'd certainly done nothing to cause her to sick Marc's wrath on him. The door opened and Millie flew into his arms.
“Oh Jeremiah!”
He held on to her. “What happened Millie?”
“They're trying to keep all my Daddy's money and send me to jail!” she wailed.
Jeremiah looked down at her. “Who's trying to send you to jail?”
“That damn Isis! I hate her, even more than Isabelle.”
“How is Isis trying to send you to jail Millie?”
Millie sat on the bed. “It's a long story, but I need your help to get rid of her Jeremiah.”
“What do you want to do?” Jeremiah asked sitting next to her.
She turned to him. “I don't know. You said you had your brother kidnapped, but I want her dead.”
“You could kidnap her and get your other sister to pay ransom then kill her. That way you would at least get some money out of the deal,” he offered.
Millie smiled. “I hadn't thought of that.”
“How much does your other sister have access to?” he questioned.
“She has her mother's money, and she also has wealthy friends. Jordan is a billionaire and he'd give her money in a heartbeat.”
“So how much should we ask for?”
Millie looked sinister. “At least twenty million, that should hold us over until all of Daddy's money is available.”
Jeremiah nodded. “My brother has warned me away from Isis, so I have to be careful.”
Millie frowned. “Warned you away? Why?”
He shrugged. “Something about me making her uncomfortable.”
“She's such a bitch!” Shana spat. “I can't wait for her to be gone.
Jeremiah looked at Millie. “I can set everything up. It's not like I haven't done it before.”
Millie threw her arms around him. “Thank you Jeremiah. I don't know what I'd do without you.”
He smiled at her. “I know what you can do for me right now.”
Millie smiled and went to unbutton her blouse. “You'll take care of e
verything?”
“I'll take care everything...” he answered smiling.
*********
Marc sat on the beach in a lounger wearing dark sunglasses and swimming trunks watching Isis frolicking in the water. They'd walked along the beach and played in the sand before he'd returned to the patio and she'd continued to enjoy herself in ocean.
She was wearing a burnt orange bikini that reflected the sun off her honey-toned body. He smiled as she turned and he had a perfect view of the ass he loved to touch and have pressed against him.
Glancing over he noticed that he had a message on his phone. Marc dialed in to the office and waited to be briefed from his supervisor.
“This is Graham. What's going on?” he asked.
“The Milton Martin investigation has changed.”
He lifted a brow. “In what way?”
“The new subjects are Milton's daughters, Millicent White and Isis Martin.”
Marc sat up quickly. “What?”
“They both have illegal companies set up under their names.”
He got to his feet. “That damn Milton! Nobody's has done this shit but him.”
“She's going to need to lawyer up Marc and you need to find out exactly what she knows.”
Marc put a hand to his head. “Yeah, I'll be in touch.”
He disconnected the call and turned back to look at the woman laughing as the waves hit her. Marc started a slow pace down to meet her. Isis turned to him smiling and ran to meet him but when she reached him, she knew something was wrong.
She stopped a few inches away from him. “What's wrong? What happened?” she asked anxiously.
“We need to talk sweetheart.” He reached out and took her hand leading her back to the house.
Grabbing a towel he wrapped it around her wet body and began gently drying her off.
She stopped him. “What is it Marcus?”
“Sit down Isis.”
Isis shook her head. “No, I can't. Just tell me what's wrong.”
He nodded. “Do you know anything about companies set up in your name?”
She looked confused. “Companies? No, I don't know anything about any companies.”
“Did you ever sign any documents for your father putting companies in your name?” he questioned gently.