The Art of Deceit

by Fabiola Joseph

  “Yes, I do, and that’s why we are able to do this. Don’t get me wrong. I know a whole lot of gold-digging bitches who will do anything for a dollar or two. But none of them are on the level of evil that you’re on. A black heart is earned, not learned, baby doll. Always remember that.”

  I walked around his desk and sat on it, facing him. “I think evil is the wrong word. I don’t think that I’ve earned that title yet, have I?”

  He smiled and licked his lips. “Tangie, I know evil when I see it. Maybe you didn’t start out that way, but evil lives in you now. Your heart is as black as the darkest hour of night.”

  I looked him dead in the eyes. He didn’t lower his. The truth that I always ran away from was staring back at me, and even if I looked away, it would still be there.

  “Tangie, you are full of venom. And it looks like it’s the deadliest type. But to tell you the truth, it turns me on.”

  “That’s too bad, Carmello, ’cause I never fuck the people I’m doing business with.”

  “Who said anything about fucking?” he asked as his hand slid up my skirt.

  He rubbed the inside of my thigh, and I had to face the fact that we spoke the same language. He stood up and slid me front and center on his desk. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and was pleased to see that I had no panties on. Carmello sat down at his desk as I leaned back on my elbows.

  “I have been thinking about tasting you ever since I met you,” he said as he spread my legs.

  While I took the remote and played the DVD all over again, he played with my clit. He never even put a finger inside me. He had me straight creaming from that good old head. This dude was the pussy-eating champ. He did things with that mouth of his that had to be illegal. About twenty minutes later, his secretary buzzed and told him that the purses were there. He pulled his lips away from my clit and told her to hold them at her desk. I was about to cum for the second time, so I tried to push his head back down.

  “It’s good, huh? Well, I better let you get cleaned up. You don’t want Shamika to start wondering where you are.”

  “Fuck her. She’s not my man. Let her wait.”

  He smiled as I pushed his head back down. This time I watched him. His mouth and nose were buried in me, and that was just what I wanted.

  “Jerk off while you eat my pussy,” I told him.

  “No. I’m good.”

  “I want to see you jerk your dick. Now, pull it out and do it,” I demanded.

  He stood up and unzipped his pants. When he pulled his dick out, I was a little disappointed. It was all right, but for a man his size, I thought that it was going to be massive. Ten minutes later we both came, his first and my second time. I washed up and gathered my things with wobbly legs.

  “Well, it’s been nice seeing you. I hope we can do this again,” I said with a smile as I headed to his office door.

  “Tangie, we can do this anytime. You’re sweet as honey, and you helped me prove my point.”

  “And what point was that?”

  “It takes an evil woman to fuck with a man her rich and famous boyfriend can’t stand. Even if all he did was eat her pussy.”

  I smiled, because he was totally right. “When you’re right, you’re right.”

  I got the purses from the secretary and asked her how much I owed her. When she called Carmello to find out about charging me, he told her to tell me that they were both gifts. I told her to thank him, then left. That was sixteen thousand dollars saved, and I had had fun saving it.

  * * *

  “Did you get them?” Shamika asked as soon as I walked in the door. She was testing me hard.

  “Yeah, I got them. Didn’t I tell you I would?” I gave her one of the bags, and she looked shocked when she peeked inside it.

  “How much were they? I’ll give you a check.”

  “They cost eight thousand dollars each, but don’t worry about it. It’s my gift to you.”

  I wasn’t worried about it. I would get the purse back once everything went down. It was a good thing that they were different colors. I doubt that I would ever really use it, since she would have been seen around with it, but you never knew what could happen. She looked at me like she was still trying to put two and two together. I wanted to tell her not to bother trying so hard, as she was out of her league. Instead, I just looked at her like she was crazy.

  “Girl, don’t mind me. I’m just sleepy. Black kept me up all night,” she said.

  Yeah right. That girl couldn’t even come up with a good cover-up, yet she thought that she could tango with me. I just faked a smile and went to my bedroom. There I took my clothes off and drew a bath. Carmello’s scent still lingered on me. It was times like this when I would spark up and think about the wonderful day I had just had. But I stayed true to my word—deception over drugs.

  * * *

  During the next few weeks, I started to plan the wedding. I wanted to be married as soon as possible, so I set the date eight weeks from that day. When I called and told Tay, he thought that I was out of my mind for making it so soon. But all I had to do was tell him that I could no longer wait to be his wife and he okayed the date. I then had a meeting with René Brutus. He had planned a lot of high-profile weddings, so he knew how to work with a demanding bride. He assured me that even with the little bit of time I had given him, he would make sure that I had the wedding of my dreams.

  My stops at Carmello’s office became more frequent. Different days, same shit. He always ate my pussy while I watched the tape. He never asked me to have sex, and I wasn’t tripping. Carl’s dick was bigger than his, and to tell the truth, I had been thinking about him lately. All the head that I was getting from Carmello really made me want some dick. I figured that I might as well get it before I officially became Mrs. Too Fine.

  Chapter 16

  I Don’t Know What Made Me

  Think That I Could Ever

  Marry A Freak Like You

  It was two weeks before the wedding, and Tay’von would be home in another week. That day I was meeting with some singers. I had to pick one soon if I wanted someone to sing at the wedding. They were well-known stars, but I was still having them audition. They all had ill feelings about it, but the pay was great, and my wedding was going to give them a big buzz. As it turned out, I saw about five people. The only one who really hit all the right notes was this white girl who sang with a whole lot of soul. No wonder her single was climbing the charts. The other ones were okay, but she was the only one who made me feel the song she was singing. My mind was made up, so I told her that she had the job.

  Even after that, my day was far from over. I had about thirty minutes to get over to the designer who was making my dress. Every time I watched one of those tabloid-like shows, they were all talking about what dress I might wear. That meant that I really had to wow them. And it wasn’t that I wasn’t excited about all the publicity, but these shows and magazines were harassing anyone who they thought might have some information on my big day. It got so bad that Tay’von had his publicist release a statement saying that the wedding would be held at the house, but it was really going to be in Miami, because it was way too cold in New York for an outside wedding.

  It seemed like our pictures were in every magazine, and the paparazzi were working overtime. They even released a story about my mother and how she died. I still didn’t know how they found that out, but they always found a way. They were all outside the house, hoping that they would get a shot of a tent going up or the wedding decorations. It was so bad that Tay had to get extra guards for the house. But as I always said, this was a small price to pay for fame. Well, it always seemed small until they got some really bad dirt on you and put it out there for the world to see.

  I went up to the home gym and told Carl that I had to leave right away. He would be driving me to my dress fitting, which I was having in an undisclosed location, and I didn’t want to be late. I didn’t want anyone to know whose dress I was wearing until the last week
before the wedding. I was praying that I could keep that information out of the press until then.

  Carl took me to the Ritz-Carlton overlooking Central Park, where we had a deluxe suite booked for one day. Carl walked up to the counter and got the key. The room was paid for under the name of Tracy Black. I knew it sounded fake, but that was the first thing that had come to my mind.

  A few minutes later, with Carl in tow, I walked into the suite, which was decked out with everything you would need for a comfy stay. I had stayed there many times before, and the hotel had always taken good care of me. My designer was waiting for me in the sitting room.

  “Hello, darling. You look wonderful. Please, please sit down,” Dominique said as he kissed me on both cheeks.

  He was one half of Dominique and Di’lan, the newest and hottest wedding dressmakers. He informed me that Di’lan couldn’t be there, but that he and his assistant could handle everything. We made small talk, and ten minutes later I was ready to try on my dress.

  I went into one of the bedrooms with Dominique, and he helped me put on my dress. He told me not to look at myself until he was done. The full-length mirror was out in the hallway, so we slowly made our way to it, making sure to protect the dress. As soon as Carl saw me, his eyes got big; then he got this weird look on his face. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t move or talk. It was like I had spent a lifetime not knowing what I looked like and I finally was able to lay eyes on myself.

  The dress was white—yes, white—with small yellow crushed diamonds that sparkled at the bottom and at the neckline of the dress. Tay’von had thought that Dominique and Di’lan were crazy when they told him that they wanted to use real yellow diamonds on the dress, but I had thought that it would be perfect. He had almost lost his mind when they told him that the dress would be worth 6.2 million dollars, but they soon told him that they wanted me to wear it for free, so he had breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Oh, my goodness! I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you in a wedding dress,” Dominique said as he put his hands over his mouth. “As soon as I saw you on TV, I told Di’lan that we had to get you to wear this dress. It was made for you, Tangie. You are the only one who could made this dress even more beautiful.”

  He walked around me and put one hand over his heart. “Such poise, such mystery, such substance. You are a rare creature, my love,” Dominique said with his French accent. “The world will soon be consumed by you, darling. And to think you will be wearing our finest dress,” Dominique mused as he came to a stop in front of me.

  Now, I knew that he was kissing my ass, but all in all, he was right. I turned around and looked at Carl.

  “So what do you think?”

  He looked at me for a while, then answered, “You, you, God, you’re . . .”

  That was all he got out. Right there in front of me, Dominique, and Dominique’s assistant, Carl broke down. He didn’t sob hysterically, but his weeping was enough to stop him from getting his words out.

  The assistant walked over to him and handed him some tissue. He took it and went into the bathroom.

  “Well, my dear, if you can bring that big man to tears, then I believe we have done our job. This is the dress for you,” the assistant whispered.

  I took one more look at myself, then went back into the bedroom and took off the dress. When I came back out, Carl was still in the bathroom. I kissed Dominique goodbye, and he took the dress from my arms for the last of the alterations. I wouldn’t see the dress again until my last fitting the day before the wedding.

  Once Dominique and his assistant left, I walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it, but Carl said nothing.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, not giving any indication that I was pissed.

  Once he opened the door, I slapped the shit out of him.

  “What in the hell did you do that for?”

  I almost slipped into a blind rage, but I tried to contain myself as much as I could.

  “Do you know what your little breakdown could cost me? What, you think that people are dumb? Don’t you think that they knew why you started crying? Come on, Carl. You’re some big-ass bodyguard, yet you start crying at the sight of me in a wedding dress? I’m sure that as soon as they left, they started gossiping about us fucking each other. You’re such a fucking dumb ass,” I screamed as my whole body trembled with anger.

  “Lower your fucking voice, Tangie. Are you that fucking coldhearted? My bad for getting caught up in the moment. And make that the last time you put your hands on me.”

  “Oh, fuck you, Carl. If I knew that you would get so fucking pussy whipped, I would have never slept with your ass.”

  Carl did something that I would have never thought that he would do. He hauled off and slapped the hell out of my ass, and it sent me flying into the wall. As soon as he did it, he looked like he wanted to die. I got up and ran for my purse. He ran after me, but I got to my purse first and pulled out my cell phone. At that point, I was willing to tell Tay everything, because Carl had lost his mind and had stepped out of bounds. I started to dial Tay’s number, but Carl leaped for the phone and pulled it out of my hand. When he least expected it, I slapped him again, leaving him no time or reason to wonder why. I left him standing in the living room and ran for one of the bedrooms. I tried to get away, but he was right behind me. I damn near jumped over the bed and grabbed the hotel phone. Again, he was there to pull it away from me.

  “Get the fuck away from me, Carl. And give me my phone back!”

  “Calm down, Tangie. Please, just sit down for a second.”

  “Sit down for what?” I asked him as I jumped in his face. “You put your fucking hands on me, and now you’re asking me to sit down! Eat a dick, Carl.”

  “You made me do it. You just won’t stop. You just can’t go around smacking people, and the things that come out of your mouth are real foul most of the time.”

  I smacked him again, just for thinking that he could read me. “Don’t try to explain why you put your hands on your boss’s girlfriend. You are so fucking fired, you hear me?”

  “Who cares? I’m so sick of you always bringing Tay’von up in everything. We both knew you were his girlfriend when we started fucking, so you don’t have to remind me.”

  “Just give me my phone, Carl. There is nothing else to talk about. If I was you, I would just go home and pack my shit. You won’t be there too much longer.”

  “Tangie, fuck you! That’s right! You can get that look off your face. I ain’t packing shit. You know what?” He took my phone and threw it against the wall. “You wanna make a call? Well, put it back together, ’cause you’re not using the hotel phone, either!” he yelled in my face while holding the phone.

  Of all the times that I had told Carl to grow some balls, he picked that day to sprout them. In a way, I was kind of impressed. I walked out of the bedroom and gathered my things.

  “This may be over for now, but do remember that I am going to pick it back up when I am good and ready,” I shouted.

  I looked at myself in the hallway mirror and slid my shades on. Then we left the suite together.

  When we walked out of the hotel, there were about ten men waiting for us outside. They took photos of Carl and me leaving the hotel as I tried my best to look away and pull my coat over my head. I think that they still got me, anyway, but to hell with them. They were doing a job.

  It was so funny that when I walked in the hotel, I was thinking about maybe getting Carl to give me some of that good dick of his. Now that I was leaving, I was still thinking about fucking him, but not in the literal sense. I just took comfort in knowing that I would one day get him back, and I prayed that he remembered why.

  * * *

  I had been working so hard on everything for the wedding that I hadn’t had time for anything else. Tay’von would be home in a matter of hours, so I had one of the maids help me pack the things that I was going to need in Miami. I didn’t want to have to be bothered with that
once he was home.

  In the middle of my running around for the wedding, my visits to Carmello’s had ended. He had called me on my new cell phone, but I had always been in the middle of something. So I had just erased the number and had kept it moving. However, I made sure to call him that morning to tell him that Tay was coming home. He knew that he had to stop calling, but he talked me into going down to his office one more time. He told me that he was starving since he really hadn’t seen me. Since I was not into leaving anyone hungry, I told him that I would see him within forty-five minutes. Little did I know that this visit would be very different.

  When I got there, that rude little thug boy was in the office, but this time he knew the deal. Although he wasn’t too happy to see me, he got up and walked out without a word. I thought I saw him snap a picture of me with his camera phone, but then again, he could have just been making a call. Once he was out of the office, I closed and locked the door. There was no need to speak. I knew why I was there. I pulled off my clothes and sat on Carmello’s desk, and he spread my legs.

  “Damn. I’ve been missing this,” he sighed.

  He ate me out as usual. I came, and he kept on going. And for the first time, he stuck his finger in me. I looked down at him, not because I didn’t want him to, but because he had never done this before.

  “Just relax. I want to try something new,” he said in a sexy voice.

  I lay back and enjoyed his roaming fingers. I could hear the gushiness of my wet pussy as he sucked on my clit and fingered me. I closed my eyes and took it all in. I heard him stand up, but I still kept my eyes shut. What I didn’t hear was him unzipping his pants. The next thing I knew, he was rubbing my clit with one hand as he reached down and rubbed his dick on my pussy lips. I opened my eyes and leaned up on my elbows.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.

  “What, it doesn’t feel good?”

  I didn’t even answer. I just lay back down and thrust my hips at him. This man knew what he was doing. Who would have thought that with such a normal-size dick, he could work me so well? He even managed to make it grow on me. He knew my clit was my spot, and he never let it go. He fucked me until he came, and boy, did I cum hard. When I finally looked down, I saw that he had no condom on.