Victoria shook her head frantically. “No, Jack! I think my water just broke!”
Jack jumped from the bed and ran to the dresser. He dug through the drawers and began searching for something comfortable for Victoria to wear. He settled on an oversized pair of yoga pants and a simple white t–shirt. He didn’t even bother with underwear. Once he was done helping Victoria dress, he quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and a t–shirt. He called the doctor and instructed his driver to bring the car around. He ran downstairs to grab Victoria’s running shoes. And by the time he got back to the bedroom, Victoria was panting and moaning loudly. Jack did his best not to freak out. Once he got Victoria’s shoes on, he carefully stuffed her into her coat. March in Chicago was still pretty cold. He went to pick her up and she shooed him away.
“Baby, I can walk,” she grunted through pain.
Jack just wanted to snatch her into his arms, but he didn’t fight with her. He reached down and helped her into a standing position. He watched her closely to see if he needed to override her decision to walk. Victoria gave Jack the brightest most beautiful smile.
She managed to beam with excitement. “We’re having a baby!”
Jack returned her smile and led her from the bedroom and down the stairs. He grabbed her pre–packed hospital bag that was sitting by the door. Once they were tucked safely in the backseat of the car and being driven to the hospital, Victoria’s contractions began to come more frequently. The smile that she displayed a few minutes earlier was replaced with cries of agony.
CHAPTER 6
NATASHA
Natasha rounded the corner and proceeded down the short hallway that led to Victoria’s hospital room, carefully juggling all of the baby items and gifts that she bought for the baby.
She was at the movies with Malik when she got the call that Victoria had given birth. She immediately hopped from her seat, dragging Malik with her. Since he drove, he dropped Natasha off at the hospital. She assured him that she would find her own way home.
When she arrived at Vic’s door, she shifted the bag of diapers from one arm to the other and knocked on the door. The door swung open, and Natasha quickly took a few steps back, causing the bag of diapers to fall. She could hear the noise coming from Victoria’s hospital room as she kneeled to pick them up. It sounded as if she was walking into a party. Natasha grabbed the diapers, but unfortunately the other items began to fall. She took a deep breath and let it out in a huff.
A pair of black extremely expensive looking shoes stood before her. An undeniably male scent alerted Natasha to Gianni’s presence. Natasha slowly raised her head. When their eyes met, her breath quickened. Gianni scooped the bag of diapers, along with the other items from the floor and turned to walk into Victoria’s hospital room. Natasha stared shamelessly at his tight ass as she followed inside.
Victoria was sitting up in her bed, smiling from ear to ear, holding her little precious bundle.
“Wow! More gifts?!” Victoria shouted, happily.
“These are from the lovely Natasha,” Gianni smiled.
“Thanks, Tash,” Victoria said with a bright smile.
Natasha smiled and looked around at the family and friends that crowded the room. Deon and Steven from her team were there, along with Tracy, Victoria’s best friend and Steve’s girlfriend. Jack’s parents and both of Jack’s sisters were also there. Natasha made sure to greet everyone.
Jack passed out glasses of champagne and instructed everyone to raise their glasses for a toast. He poured his own while Victoria unwrapped the baby so everyone could see her. Since Victoria planned on breast feeding, he filled her glass with cider. He looked to Gianni to give the toast. Jack carefully removed the baby from Victoria’s arms and placed her on his shoulder. Gianni raised his glass and began to speak. His accent sent chills down Natasha’s spine.
“Well, today we are pleased to welcome this wonderful new addition to the Storm family. This child will be afforded love, affection, guidance, and protection. From this day, until the Storms are no more.”
Jack held his child out for display. “Family, meet Jasmine Marie Storm.”
Gianni raised his glass and shouted, “Happy birthday!”
They all shouted in unison, “Happy birthday!”
They drank champagne and continued to celebrate the arrival of Baby Jasmine. Everyone cooed as they took turns holding her. When it was Natasha’s turn, she held Jasmine close and stared down at her angelic fat little face. Jasmine had a head full of dark curly hair. She slowly opened her icy blue eyes. They were such a contrast to her almost caramel skin. The child was beautiful.
Although she was happy for Jack and Victoria, she couldn’t help the feeling of sadness that washed over her. Because of the bad choices that she made in her youth, she would never be able to look down into the face of her own child. Natasha looked up and locked eyes with Gianni, who was studying her intently. She blinked, shocked to find him staring. Natasha quickly averted her gaze to Victoria, who seemed to be aware of the sexual tension between the two of them.
Victoria confirmed her awareness with a grin. Natasha looked away and returned her attention to Baby Jasmine, who was desperately trying to get her fist in her mouth. She assumed that she was hungry, so she kissed her little fingers and handed her to Victoria to be fed. Natasha’s face was warm because she could still feel Gianni’s eyes on her.
After joking around with Jack’s family and her teammates, Natasha decided to head home. She hugged Victoria, said her goodbyes to the others, and walked out of the room. As she made her way down the hallway, she heard footsteps closing in on her. Natasha turned to find Gianni walking at a speedy pace attempting catch up. She slowed her steps in order for him to catch up. She was curious as to what inappropriate comments he’d throw at her today with that sexy ass accent of his.
“Natasha, I’d like to take you to dinner. Would that be possible?”
Natasha stopped walking and looked up at Gianni to guage his seriousness.
His eyebrows rose as he waited for a response.
“Why, Gianni? Why would you want to have dinner with me? Surely, I’m not your type.”
He furrowed his brow and grabbed Natasha by the wrist. He pulled her into an empty hospital room, with no resistance from Natasha.
As soon as the door closed, Natasha was immediately pushed against a wall. Before she could utter a word, Gianni slammed his lips against hers. This was not the sweet kiss that he’d given her in the club. This kiss was hungry and demanding. His hands roamed her body and landed on her bottom. Natasha gasped when he pushed his hard–on against her. She could feel the moisture pooling in her core as his tongue expertly explored her mouth. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. Gianni reached under her sweater dress and slipped his fingers into her panties. He parted the slick outer lips of her pussy and aggressively rubbed circles into her clit. Natasha moaned into his mouth and instinctively widened her legs. As they kissed, she ran her fingers through his hair. Natasha panted uncontrollably as he torturously rubbed her pussy. She could feel the build of her impending organism.
“Please, Gianni. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Gianni peppered kisses on her neck, just below her ear, and continued to jerk at her clit. Natasha couldn’t get her legs to open wide enough. She needed more. She wanted him to turn her around and shove his dick into her- hard. The vision of him violently humping her sent her over the edge. Natasha began to shake uncontrollably as she humped his fingers with desperation. Her body tensed and convulsed, before shattering completely.
“Oh God... Ooooooh God... I’m cumming,” she panted.
Her head fell weakly against Gianni’s chest and her knees went weak, prompting
Gianni to tighten his hold on her. Once her breathing slowed and she could stand on her own, he placed her on her feet. He shot her a devilish smirk before seductively sucking his fingers clean of her release. He closed his eyes as if he’d tasted something delicious.
“I should’ve asked for a ride,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her dress down.
GIANNI
As Gianni slid into the back seat of his chauffeur driven vehicle, he could still taste the sweatiness of Natasha on his tongue. He practically had to tear himself off of her. Had he not, he would have completely taken her in that hospital room.
The insistent buzzing of his phone interrupted erotic visions of Natasha. It was his cousin Luca. Since they were in the process of building another nightclub in Paris, Luca must have been calling to give Gianni an update.
“Ciao, Luca.”
On the other end, Luca spoke in rapid Italian. He was clearly agitated. The construction employees were in an uproar. They didn’t like Luca’s demands and were, therefore, threatening to cease construction and strike.
“Strike?! Luca, what did you do?”
Luca wasn’t a people person, which is why Gianni dealt with most of the labor issues. Now that Jack was making a full recovery, Gianni needed to return to Paris.
Gianni thought of Natasha. Her beautiful almond shaped eyes and full pouty lips. She had a smile that made him want to smile. He thought of the way she kissed him with such hunger that it weakened him. But most of all, he thought of that sweet pussy of hers that still lingered on his fingers. He couldn’t leave without having her completely.
“I’ll be home Sunday.” He barked, before abruptly ending the call.
CHAPTER 7
VICTORIA
Victoria watched as Jack clumsily attempted to dress their newborn in her “going home” outfit. Seeing Jack with his baby girl tugged at her heart strings. The love that shone in his eyes almost brought her to tears. She stood to the side and smiled lovingly at her family, as Jack fumbled through getting Jasmine into her tiny t–shirt. She didn’t make it any easier for him when she curled into a ball.
Victoria giggled. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to do it?”
“I got this,” he responded with confidence. Way too confident for a man that couldn’t get Jasmine’s fat little arm into her sleeve.
Jack lowered his head and erupted into a fit of laughter, finally conceding. The seven pound little person had defeated him. “Oh, God. She’s gonna be as stubborn as her mother.”
Victoria laughed and took over the task of dressing their little one.
“You’ll be a pro at this in no time baby,” she reassured.
“Um hmm. Little diva,” he mumbled.
Victoria successfully dressed Jasmine and swaddled her in a blanket. She looked over at Jack, who was shaking his head.
“You and that little girl are gonna be ganging up on me from now on.”
Victoria smiled, walked over to Jack, and placed a nicely wrapped Jasmine in his arms. She hugged the nurses that took such good care of her and her baby and said her goodbyes. She took her seat in the wheelchair that was to be navigated by an orderly and thanked God that she was going home with a healthy baby. Jack kneeled in front of her and placed his hand on her thighs.
He stared at her for a few seconds before saying, “Thank you. You have given me life, literally. I love you, Victoria.”
Victoria, with eyes filled with moisture, nodded. “I love you too, baby.”
Jack stood and removed himself from the path of her wheelchair and the Storm family headed home.
NATASHA
Natasha walked into roll call and took her seat, thanking God that it was Friday. She had the weekend off and it had been a trying week. Truth be told, this prostitution shit was not for her. This was Victoria’s expertise. Buying dope is different. It didn’t require that much conversation.
“Gimme two,” is the most that she’d ever have to say. Prostitution was definitely a different experience for Natasha. She’d been pretty shy her whole life, but working in Prostitution required her to actually talk to people; make them want her. She simply was not the seductress that Victoria was. But, since she’d been kicked out of her unit, she had no other choice. At least she inherited Victoria’s former partner. Steve didn’t talk much, but he was dedicated to keeping her alive. And, even though he was in a committed relationship, he wasn’t bad on the eyes.
Natasha didn’t want to complain too much, she was already considered a “trouble maker,” or a “rat,” When she got to Vice, the first thing that the commander of Vice said to her was, “Don’t shake the tree.” It was simple; she was to just go along with whatever she was told to do and not to make any waves. And so far, other than the unauthorized rescue of Victoria, Natasha had followed her orders to the letter.
Natasha was yanked back into the here and now when her sergeant tossed something into her lap. It was a black elastic ribbon of some sort. Natasha picked up the oversized rubber–band and studied it, wondering why the hell her Sergeant tossed it to her.
“What’s this?” She was obviously confused.
“It’s called a slingshot. It’s your uniform for tonight,” he answered with a chuckle that sounded almost demonic.
Natasha grimaced and held the rubbery piece of fabric up and inspected it. It was a fucking rubber band!
She looked up at her Sergeant, who was wearing a sickening grin, and wondered if she was being punked. “What?! Why the fuck would I wear this shit?!”
“Shy Natasha” had left the building. There was no way a black rubber band was going to be her uniform of the day.
Sergeant Banner ignored her outburst and continued. “Officer Walker, You’re gonna be infiltrating a lockdown.
Natasha’s face reflected a clear lack of comprehension to what the sergeant was saying. She simply couldn’t get over the black rubber band that he tossed into her lap.
He’s actually serious, she concluded, in her mind.
Natasha was shocked into silence. She had absolutely no idea what a lock–down was, but she could care less because there was no way she was wearing that bullshit that he tossed in her lap.
As if reading her thoughts, Sergeant Banner offered an explanation. “A lockdown is a private party that uses strippers and prostitutes as the main source of entertainment. You are going to go in to pose as a stripper and gather intel so that we can get the major players behind the operation and shut them down.”
Natasha ignored the murmurs of her team and rapidly shook her head. She was able to fit her entire outfit into her fist.
She held the slingshot up and said, “Sergeant Banner, I wouldn’t care if you got a tip that Osama Bin Laden was still alive and in that house, there is no way in the fuck that I’m wearing this shit!”
The sergeant abandoned his smirk and narrowed his eyes. He shot Natasha a sinister look and responded. “Well... You’re going in so, you can either blend in or burn your cover and risk your life. Your choice. In any case, you’ve been given a direct order.”
CHAPTER 8
GIANNI
Gianni sat in The Chicago Chop House across the table from Selange, a lady friend that often visited him when she was in Paris. She was a well-renowned international concert pianist.
Selange possessed a beauty similar to those that graced the cover of magazines. She had long dark hair and striking green eyes. Selange was almost six feet tall with never ending legs. The black blouse that she wore allowed Gianni discreet peaks at her D cupped breasts. But after his encounter with Natasha at the hospital, she had completely invaded his every thought. It was Friday, and Saturday was not arriving soon enough for Gianni. He’d finally have Natasha to himself, and she wouldn’t be able to run. Until then, Gianni figured that the beautiful Selange would be the perfect vixen to free his mind of all things Natasha.
He was wrong.
He simply couldn’t get her off of his mind. Behind her quiet demeanor slept a tiger. Gianni had every intention of waking the beast within. She was so responsive an
d seemed almost desperate for relief. Gianni attempted to return his attention to Selange. She was performing in Hong Kong tomorrow, so she would be leaving early in the morning. Gianni felt that she deserved his attention, so he placed his fork on the table and looked up at Selange.
She was smiling seductively at him. “What’s on your mind, Gianni?”
Natasha, He thought to himself.
Yet, he replied, “Ah... Just business. Don’t worry, Beauty.”
Gianni attempted to change the subject. “Are you looking forward to the concert?”
“Yes! Would you consider coming to Hong Kong?”
Gianni would normally consider it, but he had absolutely no intention of missing his opportunity to have Natasha the next day. “I can’t, love... Business.”
Selange pouted, and his thoughts easily returned to Natasha.
The taste of her lips.
Her plump round ass.
Her greedy sweet pussy.
“Well, let’s go back to your place. I could use a proper sendoff,” Selange crooned, interrupting his thoughts, with a wink.
Gianni looked down at his watch, then back to Selange. “I can’t, love. I’m sorry. I have a business meeting.”
“At nine p.m.?”
“I own nightclubs, Selange.” Gianni said with a hint of irritation.
He wasn’t irritated with Selange, but more so himself. He couldn’t believe that he’d sat across from the bombshell for an hour, and he’d practically ignored the woman. Selange had always been a good friend to Gianni and he felt as if he’d been treating her badly all night.
“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered as he reached across the table to caress her hand. “The truth is... My thoughts are preoccupied by a woman. If you can believe that,” Gianni admitted.
Gianni braced himself for a jealous reaction. Instead, Selange smiled lovingly at him and light squeezed his hand. “You? I don’t believe it. Tell me about this woman.”
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