Easter swallowed hard and then choked on the smoke he inhaled. The same guard patted him on his back causing him further embarrassment. He shook the guard off and wore a menacing scowl on his face that only would’ve intimidated him if he’d had a mirror. “Enough!” he shouted loudly and drew attention from the other patrons. “Look—” He leaned in to his guest again trying not to show the fear that he had instilled in him with his last words spoken. “I’m a man of my word; ask anybody.”
“And that I shall,” the man said without flinching.
“This isn’t going to be done overnight, you know. Planning and strategy have to be on point along with the right team to pull this kind of job off without a hitch. Now, I know you’re serious, but you have to cut me a little slack here. I mean, this is the fucking Louvre we’re talking about, and not some small-time art gallery. I will get you the pieces you want for your collection without fail. Just give me a chance.”
The man stood from his seating position and shook Easter’s hand. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you, sir! You . . . you won’t regret it!” Easter watched as the man walked out the door with his guards covering him from front to back.
Easter was floating on cloud nine thinking about the possibility of helping The Collector take down The Tarantula, once and for all. Then he remembered his guard embarrassing him in front of his esteemed guest.
“You!” He pointed at the man.
“Sir?” the colossal man answered with a Barry White baritone voice.
Easter gestured for him to stoop to where he was at his level, and when the giant did, as he was instructed, Easter pulled back as far as his little arm would allow, and punched him with all of his might. “You’re fired!” When he saw that he had spectators, he jumped off of the stool and kicked him in the shin. “Fucking cunt!” He signaled for the other two men who shrugged at their fallen comrade as they followed behind their miniature, overdressed boss who strutted out of the door like a proud peacock with his chest poked out.
Chapter 14
It had been a week since I’d heard from Jordan. I was beginning to worry, thinking that The Collector had made good on his threat. To take my mind off of it all, I decided to drown myself in work. In order to be able to account for my sudden influx of cash, I had to make Pleasure Principles the premier event planning company I always knew it could be. I placed pricey ads in nationally distributed magazines like Bridal, O, Vogue, Elle, People, major newspapers, billboards across the country and even a commercial that ran during prime hours of the day. I had a major overhaul done on my website adding all of the bells and whistles it needed to make it pop. Per Reggie’s suggestion, I even hired a marketing firm used by A-list celebrities. Cody worked miracles on the social networking scene and it all seemed to be paying off. I logged on to my computer to see if the event coordinator from the African American Museum of Arts had gotten back to me with a date and time to go over the plans for their fiftieth anniversary when Reggie barged into my office.
“Are we still sulking over that same dick that dismissed you the last time you were in here looking like hell?”
I laughed at his truthful remark. He was a welcomed distraction, but to make sure I was on point, I looked into the sterling silver, oval, double-sided makeup mirror that I kept on my desk. “You liar, I do not look like hell.”
He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk and crossed his legs. “Oh, you look fine on the outside, but giiiirrrl, I can tell that on the inside, you’re a hot mess. I know it has something to do with that tight-eyed dick you been messing around with. Now, say that I’m lying so I can go and get ready for my funeral because that must mean I’m dying. You know a bitch has to be casket sharp, hunty!” He snapped his fingers.
I couldn’t hide anything from Reggie, so I decided to tell him what was going on, but left out the parts about me being involved in illegal activities. I wasn’t afraid that he would betray me intentionally, but under pressure, Reggie and Cody were better off being left in the dark.
“I hadn’t heard from him all week, and this time I didn’t even do anything.”
Reggie adjusted himself in his chair and cleared his throat. “Seven whole days and not a word from you . . .” He pretended that he had a microphone in his hand as he sang Toni Braxton’s song. “Come on, girl, and pout those lips like Ms. Braxton, and get into the groove with me. I can’t take it, won’t take it—” Once he saw I wasn’t budging, he gave me the eye and stopped his impromptu performance.
“Ugh, girl, you need to learn how to have some fun to get you through!” He popped his lips and rolled his eyes. “But anyway, let me tell you something about a man that likes to play games like Mr. Tight-Eyed Dick. For one, he’s a control freak based on what you say about him. The minute he can’t have his way, what does he do?”
“Call himself leaving,” I responded solemnly.
“Mm-hmm, call himself leaving like you’re some damned child. You need to stop letting that man trample all over you with that bullshit. Hell, do him one better and you be the one to leave. Stop wasting your time waiting by the phone and go get you some replacement dick. His ain’t the only one in town. Trust me, I’m talking from experience. Now, I ain’t had no tight-eyed dick, so he could have some ole ancient Chinese secret spell cast on ya ass, for all I know. But girl, boo, go get you some of that good ole thug-a-licious hood dick and call it a day. Okay!” Reggie snapped his fingers in Z formation.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that fool, but for as crazy as he was, he was right. There was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, like thug loving. It was time I stopped being at Jordan’s beck and call, and get back to marching to the beat of my own drum, instead of his snake-charming-me-delirious ass. “After I get through finalizing the details on this birthday party for Mr. Buchanan, and confirming that date and time for the meeting with the African American Museum of Arts, want to go and grab a bite to eat?”
Reggie stood and put his hands on his hips. “Hunty, you ain’t said nothing but a word, and while we’re at it, let’s go dick shopping too. It’s time for you and the doll . . . ,” he pointed to himself, “to try something new.”
• • •
We were in the midst of having lunch at MOOYAH, when who walks in but Jordan. I put my burger down and dabbed at the corners of my mouth. “Damn it!”
Reggie stopped chewing and followed my line of vision. “Girl, who is that?” he whispered.
“Jordan,” I mumbled as he made his way over to our table.
“Baby, he is one-olla-fine!” Reggie exclaimed, but in a hushed tone. “But if he get out of hand and try to be cute, I don’t mind putting an ass whopping down!” He slapped the table causing it to shake and our drinks to nearly topple over.
Jordan was wearing jeans and a fitted T-shirt with motorcycle boots. I’d never seen him as dressed down as he was now unless he was naked. Just thinking about him in the nude had my pussy meowing. No scratch that—more like roaring.
Jordan stopped in front of our table. “Bianca, can I have a word with you?” he said, totally ignoring Reggie.
“Ahem!” Reggie cleared his throat. “Umm, hello! Am I invisible up in this bitch or what?” He dramatically patted himself down just to be sure.
“Uh . . . Jordan, this is one of my best friends, Reggie. Reggie, this is Jordan.” I made room for him to sit, but he didn’t take the subtle invite to join us.
“Bianca,” he said, letting me know that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
I made an attempt to get up, but Reggie wasn’t too happy with my puppy dog behavior. “The last time I checked, your father, Mr. Brooks, lived in Atlanta. I sure as hell don’t see a ring on your finger to be getting demands snapped at you.”
To deflect a situation from occurring, I hurriedly stood and like a scolded child, followed Jordan out to his parked Harley. I could just feel Reggie burning a hole through my back with his laser-beam eyes.
I stood with my arms cr
ossed in front of me trying to show an appearance of being pissed off while waiting to see what he had to say. We stared at each other unnecessarily long before he decided to speak his peace.
“I’m sorry for not being in touch, but I had to lay low in order to take care of some things after the wedding. Besides, the less you know, the better.”
I chose my words carefully to avoid us arguing out in public, but threw in some seduction. “I’m sure you can’t get into the particulars here, so why don’t you come over tonight, so we can discuss it then.”
For the first time, Jordan cracked a smile since he’d walked all serious into the restaurant. “Sure that’s all you want me over there for?”
I returned the smile. “Oh, I can think of a few other things.”
He placed his helmet on his head, getting ready to leave, but I had a burning question to ask. “How did you know where I was?”
“I have my ways,” was the answer he gave before cranking up that beast of a bike and driving off.
I stood there for a few minutes longer, but there was no use in going back inside Reggie was on his way out and not looking too pleased with me.
“Reggie—”
He threw his hand up and kept walking. “Girl, save it for somebody who gives a damn.”
I followed behind trying to get him to stop. “How are you going to get back to the office? You rode with me, remember?”
He stopped abruptly and snapped on me. “Hunty, don’t try to worry about me now. The Doll always has a way to get from point B and back to A. Trust!” He held up his arm and snapped his fingers extremely loud like he was about to break into a dance move.
As if summoned, Cody pulled up. “Where he at?” he asked Reggie.
Reggie opened the car door and got in. “He hopped his conceited, tight-eyed ass on his bike and left, which was for the best. Trust!”
Cody pulled at the band that was holding his hair together. His honey highlighted on chocolate-brown tresses fell forward into a beautiful layered wrap hairstyle. “I was ready to ruuuuumble! Don’t let the delicate look fool you. Okay!” he snapped.
Ignoring Cody’s hyper ass, I tried to reason with Reggie. “I’m sorry about what happened. Can we at least talk?”
Reggie strapped on his seatbelt and glared at me. “Until you develop a backbone when it comes to that rude, obnoxious and inconsiderate muthafucka, hunty, we ain’t got nothing to talk about unless it’s work related.” He tapped the dashboard twice. “Ms. Thing, take me away from this!”
Cody shrugged his shoulders and drove off in his nebula gray pearl Lexus LX SUV, leaving me looking after them.
Chapter 15
There was nothing I could do to get Reggie to talk to me so instead of going back to work, I made an appointment at Pampered Divas. After the luxurious whole body spa package, and a mani-pedi, I was ready to top my night off with some sexual healing.
Jordan arrived around eight looking damn good in some Armani jeans and a fitted, button-down shirt. I greeted him with a kiss that led to me being pushed into the wall and devoured like a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day. The silk robe I had on was pulled off in one fluid motion. Good thing I was naked underneath; this was just the kind of greeting that I was hoping for.
His lips traveled to my dark nipples and twirled them around like cherry stems before moving on to the main course. His tongue tangoed with my clit, as his lips massaged my labia, pulling on them passionately before lifting me onto his shoulders so he could really get down to business. Once he had me secure, he stood and turned me into an all-you-can-eat buffet. I used the wall for support as I enjoyed being his evening snack. His fingers got lost in the plushness of my soft ass cheeks as he squeezed them like Charmin. As the heat got more intense, we worked our way over to the sofa where he continued his assault, only this time from the back. I was leaning over the sofa stuck between the world of rhapsody and the state of semiconsciousness.
Taking charge, I grinded my pelvis in a circular motion to assist with his face and tongue fuck. “Ooh . . . baby, I’ve missed you so much!”
Jordan’s apologies came out in a sea of grumbles, but I understood him perfectly. My fingers found their way to my clit and the other hand reached around me in search of his zipper to unleash the dick I’d been craving all week. While I was trying to get at him, he slipped his thumb inside my ass and worked it counter-clockwise in synch with his tongue that was still dancing inside of my pussy. What I felt next was nothing short of spectacular.
“Oooooooh. Joooordan. Ohmygoodnessgracious! Arrrghhhh!” I screamed as an orgasm paralyzed my entire body before releasing it to jerk in mini spasms.
Jordan wanted in on the action. He quickly unbuckled his jeans and practically leapt out of them. His hand pressed against the middle of my back to hold me in place while he tore open a condom with his teeth. His dick went on a treasure hunt and dug for gold when he buried it deep within my quivering walls. I was still coming from the oral interaction, and now I was just about ready for liftoff.
“Ahhhh!” The notes I were hitting were so high, that if my neighbors hadn’t known any better, they’d have sworn that opera’s demanding diva, Kathleen Battle, was giving a one-night-only concert while shattering a few of my wineglasses at the same time.
Jordan didn’t let up; he was relentless in trying to make up for lost time. He fondled my breasts, pinched my nipples and sped up the tempo. His thrusts had my pussy speaking in tongues as cum ran down my inner thighs. I gripped the sofa pillow, trying to hold out as another orgasm mounted about to tear through me. The pressure was too intense to go on another second longer, but luckily, Jordan, was ready too. We exploded together, releasing the wild kingdom beasts within.
“Damn you, Bianca!” Jordan fell back onto the sofa breathing hard and sweating profusely. “Shit yeah!”
I didn’t have the stamina to do much else, but stay leaning over the sofa trying to gather the strength to stand upright. I took in a few deep breaths and allowed myself to collapse onto Jordan’s chest. “I needed that.”
We showered and enjoyed another epic fuck fest that started out in the bathroom and went on a tour through my home office, den, and the kitchen. It finally ended in my bedroom around five a.m. I think we more than made up for the entire week of not being together.
“I’m too stiff to move,” I complained as I tried to get in a comfortable position.
Jordan laughed, but helped me get right. “I know you may not want to talk about jobs right now, but I owe you an explanation.”
He was right; I didn’t want to hear about any of that shit, but curiosity was getting the better of me. “No time like the present.”
Jordan sat up and pulled me into his arms. “The day of the wedding, a few things went wrong, but I couldn’t afford not to go through with the job.”
“Things like what?” I questioned. As far as I knew, no one had gotten caught. Plus, he had gotten the ring and Wang’s attention.
Jordan exhaled, leaned back into the fluffy pillows, and closed his eyes. “The getaway wasn’t as clean as I would’ve liked it to be. I’m worried that we may have left clues behind.”
I thought about the news and recalled them saying they had no leads except for AHS Protection Agency, which would ultimately lead to nowhere. I hadn’t heard anything else about it since. “Clues like what? Am I in any kind of danger that I should know about?”
Jordan cracked up as if Martin Lawrence had just walked into the room and started doing standup. “Baby, I’m just fucking with you.” He squeezed me tightly, but continued laughing. “Seriously, I accomplished what I’d set out to do. Wang aka The Collector is definitely opening himself up the way I thought he would. He’s put a hit out, and will pay big money to whoever brings me to him dead, or alive.”
“Jordan, this is no time to be joking around.” I delivered a love tap to his chest. “I’m terrified of what could happen.”
He grabbed my fists before I could land another blow. “Let me
let you in on what’s really going on with The Collector. He’s the one who cheated my father out of everything, and left the Leis destitute, and my mother exiled.”
I gasped when it finally clicked. I’d been so caught up that I didn’t realize it until now. “Xing Ho Wang, the real estate developer, and The Collector, is the same person?”
“Make that billionaire Xing Ho Wang, the real estate developer, and yes, they are,” Jordan spat like saying his name left a nasty taste in his mouth before continuing. “It wasn’t always like that, according to my family. Xing and my father were best friends, more like brothers at one time. My father was the one chosen to marry his sister, Su Ming Wang, but instead of honoring tradition, he ran off to the States, met and married my mother who, when he returned to China, was pregnant with me. It was a sheer embarrassment to the Wang family. It was like my father had spit in the face of the Wangs when they learned that he was married and then to a black woman of all people. As a result, for years, the once like family turned into mortal enemies.”
I mustered the strength to sit up and really listen to what Jordan was saying. Since knowing him, this was the most he’d ever revealed to me about his family. “Su Ming Wang must’ve been hell on the eyes or something.”
Jordan laughed. “No, she was actually very pretty from what I’ve heard. It was her ways that wouldn’t allow him to commit himself to her.”
I was confused now. “What do you mean, her ways?”
Jordan took a deep breath as if he were trying to compose himself. “She . . . she wasn’t umm . . . pure.”
“Oh, she was a whore?” I said, meaning to be crass. How else could you relate to information like that without being anything but?
Jordan nearly choked on a cough while trying to suppress his humor, but lost that battle. “Yeah, I guess that’s the word I was looking for. She was a big raging whore from what my father told me.”
We had a good laugh at Su Ming Wang’s expense which was sad since I knew nothing about her other than her being a slut.
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