by Naomi Chase
Disconnecting the call, he shot Fiona a sheepish glance. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem.” She flashed a fake smile. “Got a hot date?”
“Mmm. Something like that.”
Fiona’s heart sank.
Beau’s womanizing reputation was another obstacle she’d have to overcome in her quest to become his wifey. Every time she turned around, there was some new trick in the picture. Unfortunately, with his dark good looks, sexy swagger, and multimillion-dollar bank account, Beau attracted even more groupies than his celebrity clients. And unlike Brandon—who’d monogamously dated Tamia for nine months—Beau showed no signs of turning in his playa card.
As he began straightening papers on his desk, Fiona suppressed a heavy sigh and reluctantly rose from the chair. “Well, I won’t hold you up. Have fun on your date tonight.”
“Thanks, Fiona. What about you? Got any special plans?”
“Nah. I have too much homework to do. By the way, do you mind if I use the receptionist’s computer? I need to print my term paper.”
“Sure. Go ahead. Dre should be around here somewhere. He said he had some paperwork to catch up on, so he’ll lock up after you.”
I bet he will, Fiona thought darkly.
Forcing a bright smile, she held up her new handbag. “Thanks again for the Birkin. I’ve always wanted one. Now I feel like I’ve joined an exclusive club.”
Beau winked at her. “Enjoy your membership.”
On her way back to the reception area, Fiona saw that the door to Dre’s office was ajar. As she walked past, she heard soft kissing sounds and the low murmur of Dre’s and Leah’s voices.
Unable to resist, Fiona paused to eavesdrop while pretending to read a framed Sports Illustrated article mounted on the wall beside the doorway.
“Come on, baby,” Dre was softly cajoling. “It’s been over a month. I’m going outta my damn mind.”
“I know you are,” Leah said, “and I’m really sorry about that. But you know how exhausted I am when I get home from the hospital. This surgical rotation’s kicking my butt. Most days I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”
“Give me one night, baby, and you’ll definitely know you’re coming.”
Fiona rolled her eyes at the lame, corny-ass line.
“So come on, baby,” Dre continued. “Let’s go home and get down to business.”
Leah sighed heavily. “I’d love to, but we can’t. My period started today.”
Dre groaned. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am, unfortunately.”
“Shit. I knew that was gonna happen.”
“What tipped you off?” Leah quipped humorously. “The fact that it happens every month?”
“You know what I meant.” Dre let out another frustrated groan. “Let’s do it anyway. I’ll wear a condom.”
Fiona wrinkled her nose in disgust as Leah objected, “Hell, no! You know I’m not down with that, Dre, so I don’t even know why you went there.”
Dre grumbled darkly, “I went there ’cause I’m horny as fuck, and my dick’s about to fall off from lack of use.”
Leah chuckled drolly. “That’s not medically possible.”
“No? Tell that to my atrophied dick.”
Fiona snickered, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
But it was too late.
“Did you hear something?” Leah asked Dre.
Panicking, Fiona raced down the hallway before the couple could catch her eavesdropping.
Reaching the lobby, she sat behind the receptionist’s large desk and set down her handbag, then turned on the computer.
Five minutes later Beau left for his date, looking fine as hell in a charcoal Versace suit he’d changed into inside his private bathroom. As Fiona watched him leave, she couldn’t help envying the lucky bitch who’d get to ride his ten inches tonight.
Shortly afterward, Dre and Leah emerged from the back. When they saw Fiona seated at the reception station, their faces twisted with such displeasure, you’d have thought they’d just caught the hired help taking a shit on their imported silk bedsheets.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dre demanded suspiciously.
Fiona smirked at him. “What does it look like? I’m hacking into the network to steal personal data about our clients to sell to the tabloids.”
After exchanging uneasy glances with Leah, Dre snapped, “Yo, that shit ain’t funny.”
Fiona laughed belligerently. “Was to me.”
As she returned to proofreading her term paper, she saw Leah eyeballing her handbag on the desk.
“Is that a Birkin?”
“Yup.” Fiona gave her a smug smile. “Beau bought it for me while he was in New York.”
“Oh, really?” Leah shook her head, lips twisted disdainfully. “He should have saved his money. You don’t have enough class to own a Birkin.”
“Beau obviously thinks I do,” Fiona countered sweetly. “So fuck you.”
As Leah’s face reddened with anger, Dre quickly intervened, “Come on, baby. Let me walk you out to your car. The sooner I finish up here, the sooner I can meet you at home.”
As he began ushering Leah toward the doors, she glared back at Fiona. “I will be so glad when your ghetto ass gets fired.”
Fiona held up her new handbag, smirking triumphantly. “Don’t hold your breath, bitch.”
She laughed, watching as Dre had to practically drag Leah from the reception area.
After they left, Fiona finished proofing her paper, then sent the thirty-page document to the printer. She had to provide one copy to her professor and another to his assistant.
She was standing in the small copy room waiting to retrieve her print job when Dre reappeared. She pretended not to notice him, though she’d have to be blind not to acknowledge how good he looked in a gray pullover, dark jeans, and black Timbs.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” he demanded impatiently.
“Minding my damn business,” Fiona retorted. “I suggest you do the same.”
He scowled. “If you’re using the company’s equipment and supplies for personal reasons, it is my fucking business.”
“For your information,” she snapped, “Beau told me I could print out my term paper.”
“Ever thought of using your own damn printer at home?”
“I don’t have one.”
Dre raked her with a scornful glance. “Maybe if you spent less money on designer clothes, you could afford one.”
“What?” Fiona spat, rounding indignantly on him. “Are you my man? No? Then it’s none of your damn business how I spend my money!”
“The hell it ain’t! You need to stop using this office as your personal Kinko’s!”
“And you need to stop tracking my every move like you’re fucking GPS! Why the hell are you so obsessed with me?”
Dre snorted derisively. “Obsessed with you?”
“That’s what I said, nigga! Now tell me I’m lying!”
He glared at her.
Fiona glared right back, the air between them seething with hatred and fury.
The next thing she knew they were pouncing on each other, mouths clashing voraciously. Dre yanked up Fiona’s dress and ripped her silk thong off her booted legs, then roughly lifted her onto the printer. The machine was warm, humming beneath her naked ass as the pages of her paper continued churning out.
She hurriedly unfastened Dre’s jeans, her eyes bulging when she beheld his beautiful black dick. She’d been wrong about him. The nigga was packing a python!
Before she could stop to consider whether he’d even fit inside her, Dre grabbed her butt and dragged her to the edge of the printer. Their heated gazes locked as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Before she could draw her next breath, he shoved all twelve inches into her.
She screamed hoarsely, erotic pleasure mingling with pain.
Dre groaned and shuddered deeply, his cock seeming to lengthen even more as he began ramming int
o her. The feeling was like nothing Fiona had ever experienced before. She threw her arms around his thick neck, her calves riding the flexing muscles of his ass as he pounded her pussy. It was all she could do to keep from whimpering and coming apart like a whipped bitch.
“I hate you,” she snarled against his mouth.
“I hate you, too,” he snarled back.
Biting his lower lip, she panted breathlessly, “I’m sick of you ... always being up in my business. You need to—Oh, shit!” she yelled as he shoved his hips against hers, ruthlessly stroking her G-spot.
His dark eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction. “Now what the fuck were you saying?”
Fiona shuddered and closed her eyes, trying her best to outlast him even as she found herself wishing she bore his last name. What the hell was Leah thinking, neglecting all this good dick? Was that bitch crazy?
“I’m sick of you, too,” Dre ground out, each word punctuated with a slapping thrust that echoed around the small room. “I don’t trust your fucking ass.”
“That goes ... both ways!” Fiona managed to choke out.
“I think you’re a sneaky—”
“—conceited—”
“—lying—”
“—meddling ass—”
“—motherfucker!” they both screamed as they came violently together.
Dre pulled out of Fiona, grabbed his dick, and sprayed the front of her dress with a hot burst of cum.
Gasping and shaking uncontrollably, Fiona fell back against the printer and released a lusty, breathless laugh.
Dre leaned over her, chest heaving, big hands braced on either side of her body as he fought to catch his breath.
After several moments, Fiona glanced down at her ruined dress, then looked up at Dre and smirked. “That all you got?” she taunted.
A menacing grin curved his mouth. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
She sat up and quickly tugged off his pullover, her mouth watering at the smorgasbord of thick, rippling muscles that defined his massive chest.
“Dayuuummm!” she exclaimed before she could stop herself. Licking her lips, she ran her hands over his sculpted pecs and biceps, silently marveling, This mofo is the epitome of cock diesel!
“My turn.” Dre yanked her dress over her head and tossed it aside. His eyes widened at the sight of her large, luscious breasts spilling from the cups of her skimpy silk bra. Unfastening the front clasp, he pushed her titties together and sucked her hard nipples into his mouth.
Fiona groaned with pleasure, gripping his bald head as the stroking motions of his tongue made her pussy drip.
She was on the verge of climaxing again when he suddenly grabbed her hips, flipping her over so fast it was a wonder he didn’t stab himself with her stiletto heels. As he rubbed the swollen head of his dick against her asshole, Fiona instinctively tensed, bracing herself to be split in half.
“Should I come through the back door?” he murmured wickedly.
Fiona swallowed hard, jerking her head from side to side. “I-I don’t think you’d fit,” she admitted weakly.
Dre laughed, the sound so sexy her belly quivered. “Punk ass.”
And with that, he plunged into her pussy.
Fiona screamed, her back arching as her walls stretched to accommodate his shaft.
She looked over her shoulder, watching the way Dre’s taut stomach muscles contracted as he thrust into her with long, thick strokes that sent her breasts bouncing. Adrenaline and lust sped through her veins, a powerful aphrodisiac that made her feel higher than any drug could.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
“Ain’t that what I’m doing?” Dre challenged.
“Nah, nigga,” she lied, barely able to get out the words. “You playing around with me.”
“Oh, is that right?”
She cried out as he slapped her round butt cheek, making her flesh jiggle. “Fuck me, Dre,” she half commanded, half begged. “FUCK ME!”
He began pummeling her pussy, his hips pumping furiously as his heavy balls slapped her backside. Warm beads of perspiration dripped from their bodies and splattered onto the printer.
As Dre’s hand rose and fell against her ass cheeks, Fiona alternately moaned and shouted, her voice climbing in octaves as she felt another orgasm building in her loins.
Wrapping her hair around one hand, Dre yanked her head back and bent down to whisper in her ear, “Am I fucking you now?”
Fiona groaned, wishing like hell she could tell him that his dick game was whack, that she could have had a V8. But her mouth wouldn’t formulate the lie, because the indisputable truth was that Dre was the best lover she’d ever had—and she’d had plenty.
His grip tightened on her hair. “Answer me, little girl.”
Fiona closed her eyes. “What was the ques—”
He rammed his dick to the hilt, forcing her to scream at the top of her lungs, “YES!” as her body exploded, completely soaking his shaft.
He came seconds later, his guttural shout blending with her breathless cries. She shivered as he pulled out of her, splashing off on her back and ass.
Fiona collapsed on top of the printer, thoroughly spent and satiated.
After another minute, a deafening silence permeated the room.
And then Dre whispered hoarsely, “Shit!”
Raising her groggy head, Fiona looked over her shoulder at him. He was staring down at her with the shocked expression of a man who just realized he’d not only cheated on his girlfriend but had betrayed her with a woman he despised.
Passing a trembling hand over his head, he hissed, “Fuck.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Fiona purred, “but you gotta let me ride that black python this time.”
Dre looked down at her luscious apple bottom glazed with pearly cum. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted to sex her again. And again, and again.
Feeling downright devious, Fiona reached behind her and massaged his cream into her skin, then sucked her sticky fingers one by one.
Dre swallowed visibly as his cock jerked in his hand.
Fiona rolled over on the printer, crossed her booted legs, and combed her fingers through her long black hair. As Dre stared at her, she licked her lips into a sensual smile. “Anytime you’re ready, Daddy.”
He stepped away from her, shaking his head as he hurriedly tucked his dick back into his jeans and zipped up. As Fiona watched in amusement, he retrieved her dress and lingerie from the floor and tossed them at her.
“Get dressed so I can clean up in here,” he ordered gruffly.
Smirking, Fiona gave a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Dre grabbed his shirt and quickly left the room, as if he didn’t trust himself to be alone with her a second longer.
Smiling with satisfaction, Fiona eased down to the floor and took her sweet time getting dressed and smoothing her tousled hair. When she’d finished, she retrieved the copies of her paper from the printer tray, then calmly strolled out the door.
Dre was leaning against the wall with his head tipped back as he stared up at the ceiling, as if he were seeking absolution.
Fiona stepped right up to him.
They stared at each other.
Your secret’s safe with me, she mouthed.
His expression darkened. Because he knew that her silence came with a price.
She winked at him.
He frowned.
Chuckling wickedly, Fiona turned and sauntered away, basking in the knowledge that from now on, she owned Dre Portis.
Chapter 23
Tamia
“I need your advice, Mama Esther.”
Tamia sat on the porch swing next to her grandmother, watching as the old woman’s nimble fingers moved her knitting needles with practiced ease.
“Speak your mind, chile,” Mama Esther encouraged.
Tamia hesitated. “It’s about Fiona.”
A shadow crossed her grandmother’s face, and
for a moment her knitting needles went still as she stared off into the distance.
Tamia gently touched her arm. “Mama? Are you okay?”
Mama Esther met her concerned gaze, then nodded. “I’m fine, baby. What did you want to ask me about your sister?”
Tamia inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know what to do about her.”
“What do you mean?”
“She committed a horrible crime, Mama Esther. She should be locked up, but instead she’s roaming free because I never told anyone the truth about what really happened that night.”
“And why didn’t you?”
“You know why. She threatened to have me killed while I was in prison!”
Mama Esther eyed Tamia knowingly. “That’s not the only reason you kept your silence.”
“Yes, it is,”Tamia argued.
“No, it isn’t.” Mama Esther offered a gentle, intuitive smile. “You’ve always protected your sister. Remember when you were children and Fiona would break things around the house or sneak things out of your mother’s room? You’d always take the blame for that chile because you didn’t want her to be punished. It got to the point where your mama stopped whupping you because she knew you probably hadn’t done anything wrong.”
Tamia smiled softly, awash with poignant memories. “Poor Ma. She should have just whupped both of us to cover her bases.”
She and Mama Esther shared a warm laugh.
Sobering after several moments, Tamia sighed heavily. “I can’t keep protecting her, Mama.”
“I know,” her grandmother agreed quietly.
“She murdered an innocent woman. Isabel deserves justice, and her family needs closure.”
“I know.”
“Not only that, but her husband suspects I’m hiding something. He’s determined to find Isabel’s killer so he can clear his name and collect her insurance policy. So I know he’ll be coming after me again as soon as he’s out on bail.”
Mama Esther nodded, looking grim. “That’s probably true.”
Tamia groaned. “But that’s not even the worst part, Mama. The worst part is that Brandon will never forgive me if he finds out that I kept such a terrible secret from him. He forgave me for all the other lies, but finding out that I’ve been protecting a murderer will push him away for good.” She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “I can’t lose him again, Mama Esther. I can’t.”