I had stopped grinding my hips and looked Jordan in the eyes. “Why do you need me, and who is this associate?”
He’d stopped pumping and gave me a you’re-asking-for-too-much look. “That’s more than you need to know at this time.”
“The hell it is if you want me to get accounts in my name.” I had tried to get up, but he’d held me in place and started back to working me over.
Continuous strokes had been used to coerce me into doing something that I was totally against. “Come on, I need you, Bianca.”
“And I need my . . . I’ve . . . ooh shit . . . lived this long without . . . umm . . . without going to jail . . . and I’ll be damned if I let someone else p-p-p . . . put me there.”
Jordan had plowed deeper still, and moaned in delight for what we were creating.
“Oh, babe . . . that feels sooo . . . good.” I had rotated my hips in a circular motion trying to get the orgasm that was about to peak.
“Damn, girl, your pussy is soaking wet.” Jordan had drawn in deep breaths, pounding me nearly into a state of unconsciousness. When it was getting to be too much, he’d pulled out.
“Joooordan!” I had panted from frustration. Trying to catch my breath, all while trying to control the urge to stab him in his left eyeball with the pair of scissors that was sitting on my nightstand, had become a tough task. “Damn, why do you keep doing this to me?”
After he had forced me off of him and gotten out of the bed, he’d made his way into the bathroom. “Until I get what I want . . . ,” he’d gripped that succulent shaft of his, and shaken it in my direction like it was a ruler, “. . . to hell with satisfying you with this dick.”
I had sat in disbelief as I heard water running. Still needing to be satisfied, I’d reached over and pulled my vibrator out of the nightstand to finish the job. I had hit the power button, and nothing. I had shaken it, tried again, and still nothing. Finally, I had opened the back of the toy and discovered that the batteries were gone. “What the—?” I had searched through the drawer and couldn’t find any spare batteries. The shower had turned off, and I couldn’t have cared less if he’d caught me with my B.O.B. I needed those damned batteries yesterday!
The bathroom door had opened and steam billowed out. “Looking for these?” Jordan had tossed the batteries I’d been looking for into the trashcan. He was naked and dripping water all over my fucking white-as-snow rug.
Livid couldn’t have described what I was feeling. “Jordan, we need to talk.”
“Of course we needed to talk, but now I have other things to do,” he’d said as he’d dried off and slipped back into his clothes.
“Things like what?”
“That’s none of your damned business, Bianca.” Jordan had walked out of my room, leaving me in a bad place.
• • •
“So, you didn’t learn anything about his connections? Is that what you’re telling me, Ms. Brooks?” Agent Garza demanded to know.
“If you’ll let Ms. Brooks gather herself, and finish without interrupting, you’ll get whatever information you’re looking for, Special Agent in Charge,” my attorney said, mocking his title as she spoke on my behalf for the second time.
Chapter 4
That was not the last time we saw each other, but I sure thought it was. Jordan didn’t come around for a couple of weeks. He didn’t return any of the numerous texts, or phone calls that I’d made trying to reach out to him. So instead, I threw myself into my business. I worked like a madwoman trying to forget the way his hands burned my skin whenever they touched me, but it was useless. Usually, being in seclusion behind the glass doors of my glitzy and very feminine-designed office did wonders for my psyche. However, this time around, the mirrored desk that I just had to have due to the touch of glamour and elegance that it provided made me ill. I could see how despondent I looked in my reflection. The wingback, purple-velvet guest chairs had me wishing that Jordan was sitting in one with me riding him like so many times before. Was it the left chair, or the right chair, the last time? Hmm . . . whichever it was, we’d had a hell of a time in it.
Looking above my head into the lights of the chandelier brought back memories from our first encounter at the Ritz. The lovely lavender-gray-colored walls that I loved were now making me feel gloomy. The charcoal sheer window treatments reminded me of the negligée that I’d worn for him to celebrate our one-month anniversary. Fresh flowers that were meant to add life to the room sitting in the beautiful crystal vases reminded me of a funeral. Oh my God, I was one pathetic chick. There was no use in denying it; my addiction to this man was unlike anything that I’d ever experienced in my life.
Suddenly, the black-and-glass French doors to my office swung open. Of course I couldn’t wallow in self-pity for too long with my best friends-slash employees being anywhere within a 500-mile radius, especially with their offices being just down the hall from mine.
“Girl, get over it! Another dick will come along that’ll be just as good. Hunty, Jordan will be a distant memory in no time. Trust me, I’ve been there, done that, and got a T-shirt to remind me not to ever go there again.” Cody sashayed his way in with his luxurious hair that he prided himself on. It whipped behind him while he held a magazine. I was sure it was about fashion since he was a true clothes whore.
“I know, but it’s more than that. We’ve connected on so many levels that go way beyond just sex.”
“Chile, good dick will leave you confused as hell. Take it from a bitch who knows,” Reggie threw in as he sat in one of the chairs that I was just daydreaming about riding Jordan on only seconds ago.
“Okay!” Cody cosigned Reggie with a high-five. “I bet you won’t catch this diva, going through behind some dick.” Cody threw the Vogue magazine he’d been reading on my desk. On the cover was supermodel Giovanna, wearing a gorgeous red gown.
“Now she is all that.” Reggie eyed the cover hungrily. “No offense, Bianca, but if I could come back as any bitch, it would definitely be Giovanna, hunty.”
Cody snatched the magazine from Reggie’s hands before he could pick it up. “Naw bitch, you said you would want to come back as Beyoncé! I’m the one who said I would come back as Giovanna!”
While they argued over foolishness, I gathered my purse and keys from my desk, and logged off of my custom, blinged-out MacBook with the company’s logo encrusted in pink and purple Swarovski crystals. “Who in the fuck cares about Giovanna’s love life? I sure as hell don’t. You all are fussing over who’ll come back as her, like she’s the second coming or something. Anyway, I’ll check back in with you all later.”
“She is!” they both shouted in unison.
I shook my head knowing that it was a lost cause to argue with them over something as stupid as being reincarnated as their favorite diva. I left them and the conversation as I made a beeline for the door. Of course, they stood and followed me out into the lobby. I walked as fast as my six-inch stilettos would allow without breaking my neck. The idea was to get away from them, but they had me beat easily by a mile.
Cody stopped in front of me and placed his hands on his slender hips. “If you want us to shoot by once we’re finished here, give us a ring, girl.”
“Yes, hunty, you know we don’t mind being a shoulder to cry on over a good bottle of wine and some takeout. You know how we do!” Reggie called after me as I sidestepped Cody, and continued on my way hoping that they would take the hint that I didn’t want to be bothered.
I sat with my left hand gripping the steering wheel of my Range Rover as if my next breath depended on it. My right hand held on firmly to the vibrator as it hummed against my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was nearing what I hoped would be a satisfying climax. “Ooh yes! Umm! Ooh . . .” No sooner than I was almost there, I jerked a little and lost the spot. “Fuck . . . this!” The droning sounds continued after I took my frustrations out on the toy, threw it in the passenger seat before it bounced and fell on the floor.
I soft
ly banged my head against the steering wheel aggravated with myself. Who was I fooling? I thought about how Jordan had left me hanging, as though I meant nothing to him. “Who the hell does he think he is that he can interrupt my life like this?” I screamed to no one in particular.
An abrupt knock on the window nearly gave me a heart attack. “Shit!” My hands flew to my chest as if to catch my reckless, beating heart.
“Oh shit . . . my bad,” he said, letting on that I wasn’t the only one traumatized.
Quickly recovering, and realizing that the baritone voice didn’t belong to Cody, or Reggie, I stared into some of the prettiest yet familiar gray eyes attached to a le beau ideal, standing right before me. “Fuck!” I mumbled more to myself than I did my intruder. I hurriedly pulled my skirt down, and tried to make myself decent before cracking the window open. “Yes?” I asked with attitude. Although, I was wishing that he would fuck the shit out of me on the hood of my Range. Or, at the very least, he could bend me over in front of it and take me from behind. In other words, if he were here to satisfy my raging lust, then, and only then, would he graduate from persona non grata to hello, daddy.
His eyes immediately went from mine to the passenger side, before landing on the floor where my sex toy continued to buzz. “Sorry, to have startled you, but I’m sure you’ll find the reason for my impromptu visit to be very beneficial.”
Anyone else would’ve been ashamed that they were caught masturbating in their car, of all places, but that was them, and this was me. I wasn’t a least bit embarrassed. I leaned over and picked up the toy, turned it off, and threw it in the backseat where it landed with a thud. “Sure, but make it quick. As you can see, I have things to do.”
“Oh yeah, I can definitely see that.” I watched as he walked his sexy ass over to the passenger side and got in. He had his say, which turned out to be very beneficial, and left me his card. Before getting out, he had one more thing to say, that also proved to be advantageous given my current situation. “Now that you have my numbers, you can call me anytime, for anything, especially when you get tired of Bob.”
A dubious and dumbstruck expression was the look I wore on my face. “Who in the hell is Bob?”
He chuckled, showcasing a set of beautiful teeth before answering. “Oh, you know him, and very well, I might add.” The mocking and accusatory tone in his voice was beginning to grate on my nerves. “Bob is your battery-operated boyfriend that’s been relegated to backseat riding.” He laughed. “Remember . . . ,” he said before getting out of my car, “you’d rather have me be with you, than against you.” He got out of the car, straightened the jacket of the sexy tailor-made suit that hugged his body deliciously, winked, and left me alone with nasty ideas that featured him. I watched as he strutted off. He had a come-hither gait like Denzel Washington, and President Obama, that was full of confidence, very macho, and I’m sure along with everything that was him, got him more ass than a toilet seat.
I looked at my “B.O.B.” laying in the backseat and laughed. I started my car and drove home wondering whom to call that could give me some serious inches. My unexpected visitor, I was certain, was more than capable of finishing the job that I’d started. Of that I was sure, but with him, I needed to tread lightly. Then my neighbor, Brandon, came to mind instantly bringing a smile to my face. Just the thought of him had my foot mashing the gas to get there faster.
Once I made it home and looked across the street, I saw his girlfriend’s Mercedes sitting in the driveway. I suddenly wanted to throw a brick through that slut’s window. “Ugh! Share the dick, bitch!” I screamed in the direction of his house, and stormed toward my own.
I struggled with my keys trying to unlock the front door. They fell a few times, but I managed to finally get in. I dropped everything on the way to the bedroom, trying to get to my little black book. I had to have some dick before I hurt some damned body. My target was none other than that egomaniac son of a bitch, Jordan.
I almost had a heart attack upon entering into my bedroom and seeing a naked man. He was lying on my bed, but his dick was standing at full attention. I had to rub my eyes to see if it was a mirage, or just maybe I’d finally lost my damned mind.
“Are you going to come in here, or just stand there gawking?” Jordan stroked himself and I could’ve sworn drool escaped my mouth, and dribbled down my chin.
The pent-up anger I had from not being able to go over to Brandon’s, and then, the parking lot incident, all vanished when I zeroed in on the object of my desire. His dick was erect, colossal, glistening, and calling my name. Bianca. Biancaaaa . . . it beckoned. It was as if I were being transported telepathically. I literally glided across the room before coming to a stop and dropping down to my knees. I inhaled deeply, capturing his masculine scent. No words were spoken nor needed. I spread his thighs apart, snuggled between them comfortably, and let my tongue do the talking. I sucked in both balls in one effortless swoop. I juggled them in my mouth before licking the base of his dick, and taking all of him in. Allowing his length to hit the back of my tonsils turned me on even more.
“Ooh, baby. Umm, I missed you. Missed you so much” was his husky response to the pleasure I was giving him.
Jordan bit his bottom lip while caressing my head as I went deep throat dicking. His phallus slid down my esophagus with ease. He knew that he was now in the mouth of a master. His hips thrust faster as he marveled at my superb gag reflexes.
“Shh . . . you’re good, bae. Yeah, suck that shit . . . just like that,” he said as he rotated his hips. “Ooh, yeah . . . that throat feel good, bae.” His toes popped as his grip on my head made my eyes turn Chinese. In no time flat, I had Jordan spurting like the fountains at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. I watched in amazement, because his streams were just as magical.
“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful. I must’ve been on something serious to be able to walk out on you and that salacious mouth.” Jordan’s voice was raspy. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took, which only made me even hotter. I was still tripping about him being in my bed, especially since I didn’t recall seeing his car outside, or giving him a key to my place.
But none of that mattered. I was going to take full advantage of the moment. “I’m sorry, for making what you needed seem unimportant. Everything about you is . . . very . . . important to me. Everything, Jordan. Whatever, you need . . . me to do . . . I’ll do. Just don’t . . . leave . . . me again,” I said between planting kisses on his sweet dick.
It seemed as if that were music to his ears. His eyes became even tighter as he busted another delicious nut.
After he recovered from my ravenous mouth wolfing him down again, he came serious. “Are you sure you’re ready to get involved with me one hundred percent?”
My eyes connected with his. “Yes, I was about to lose my mind trying to find a substitute of you.”
Jordan pulled me from between his legs and into his embrace. “A substitute?” He laughed. “Girl, you bet not be giving my pussy away to anybody.”
I held on to him tighter when he made claim to my body being his. Everything at that moment was so right. Until he ruined it.
“I’m a cat burglar. Well, more like a multifaceted thief,” he said out of nowhere.
I jumped back and looked at him as if he were crazy. “What did you just say to me?”
Jordan laughed. “Not in the traditional sense.” He pulled me back into his arms. “I have an inside connection with a lot of the big boys in the industry. We have an alliance. You see, we all make money through the banks and then stash it in overseas accounts. But, I have other associations with people that specialize in high-end commodities, like cars, art, and jewelry, etcetera. You name it, and more than likely, I’ve dabbled in it.”
“Which is why you want me to get accounts in the Caymans, and Switzerland?”
He patted the top of my head like I was a kid being rewarded. “That’s my girl. You catch on quickly.”
As much as I wanted
to be with him, I couldn’t throw caution to the wind. “Jordan, I have worked my ass off to establish what I have. I can’t afford to get caught up, not now anyway.”
Jordan ignored what I said and explained the way things worked in his world. “I use key loggers to capture passwords and to gain access into the accounts of corporations and individuals. Once I manipulate their proxy, and or stateful inspection firewalls, I create dummy accounts. I’m able to do this with the assistance of my inside connections. After breaching, I transfer the money I take into offshore accounts. I never keep any starter account active over forty-eight hours, and I never take from the poor. Only the fat cats.” He laughed.
I had to get up. This fool was crazy. How did I know he wasn’t setting me up to take the fall?
“Bae, look, let me explain what it is that I do.” He took my hand trying to urge me back into his embrace.
I reluctantly took a seat next to him on the bed, so that I wouldn’t be sidetracked by the feel of his skin against mine. “Please do.”
“With the help of key loggers, I can copy keystrokes for passwords, etcetera. Once I have that information downloaded, I gain access into the systems. I need key loggers because passwords, and or security measures, are ever changing. So, even if they change security passcodes every day, I can still breach. Once I’m in, I can do or take anything I want undetected, but the window for that is small. Armed with the information that has been passed on to me, within a matter of minutes, I can create a replica and work it at my leisure. Once I find all I need to know about their encryptions, and modes of security, I then make my move.”
“So, let me get this straight: you’re a thief and you want me to set up an account in my name, for the feds to come knocking down my door. Am I reading you correct?”
Jordan attempted to pull me toward him again. I cringed at his touch. “Bianca, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
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