After entering the presidential suite, where Reno gave Bobby the royal tour of the three-thousand square foot living space, they settled back in the living room. Trina was seated on the sofa, small talking with Joe Swann, Bobby’s manager and big brother, and Bobby sat beside Trina, effectively sandwiching her in between himself and his brother. Reno sat in the flanking chair, watching the superstar closely. He could see how Bobby was turned on by Trina. His dick had wanted to break out of his pants when they were in the elevator. And he was still aroused apparently as he seemed to take pains to place his little Shih Tzu just so atop his lap to hide his erection. Reno saw it, and it did bother him. But he was accustomed to men finding his wife attractive, and unable to stop their bodies from reacting to her attractiveness. He was the same way when he first met Trina.
But what disturbed Reno more was the way Bobby kept pinching his nose. Over and over again. As if that little fucker was a dope head. That worried Reno mightily.
Bobby had no reputation as a drug abuser. There was nothing in his background to suggest even a youthful dalliance. But that didn’t mean he was clean. His brother could be his supplier, and kept the bad news to himself. Reno had a lot riding on this singer. And sure, he had his standard insurance on the act. He knew he’d get paid if there was a drug problem and the performer wasn’t able to perform. But the publicity could be devastating to the PaLargio brand. A brand, Reno knew, that wasn’t exactly at the top of its form these days.
“So,” Bobby said as he settled down, “I will need an assistant. Somebody who knows the ropes around this place. This is my first Vegas show, as you know. I believe the fact that you agreed to supply me with an assistant was a part of the contract?”
Reno nodded. “It is,” he said. “And it’s handled. He’s one of my top executives. He’ll phone your brother later today and schedule a time to meet with you.”
“No, no,” Bobby said, shaking his head and smiling his big smile. “An executive? That won’t do, Reno. I don’t want some stuffy old man hanging with me at all. I don’t do stuffy and I don’t do old. At all.”
Joe laughed at this, and the members of the entourage that were pilling around the room. But Reno didn’t find it funny. “The PaLargio does not discriminate based on age, or anything else.”
“I’m not asking your beloved PaLargio to do any such thing,” Bobby replied with that smile again. A smile many women might find attractive, but Reno was beginning to find annoying. “But I want what I want. I don’t want some executive. Period.”
Trina glanced at Reno, hoping he didn’t call the singer out. Nobody put a period to Reno. Not even her. But to her relief, Reno maintained his cool.
“What I do think could work, however,” Bobby said, “is her.” He was looking at Trina and smiling.
Reno wasn’t. “Excuse me?”
“I think your wife, Mrs. Gabrini here, would make an excellent assistant for me.”
Trina smiled. She wasn’t entirely against it. She might even be persuaded to move some things around and help him out. At least initially. But she knew Reno wasn’t about to go for that.
She was right. “No,” Reno said to Bobby.
Bobby, his brother Joe, and the entire entourage in the room all looked at Reno. Nobody told Bobby Swann no. “No?” Bobby asked. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean my wife will not be your assistant,” Reno said.
Bobby was offended. “I don’t know if you realize this, Reno, which is an odd name, by the way, considering that you’re in Las Vegas, Nevada, not Reno, Nevada. But whatever. I will have you know that there is not a man nor woman alive who wouldn’t want to be Bobby Swann’s assistant.”
“My wife will not be your assistant,” Reno said bluntly.
Bobby looked at Trina. He was an old pro. He knew she found him attractive too. “What say you, Mrs. Gabrini? I’m sure you can speak up for yourself.”
“I absolutely can speak for myself,” Trina said.
“Would you care to be my assistant?” Bobby asked her.
Trina went with honesty. “I wouldn’t be totally against it,” she said, and Bobby, feeling vindicated, smiled. “But my husband has the final word around here. He said no. It’s no.”
Bobby continued to smile, but Reno could tell he was offended again. Such thin skin!
“I assumed you to be a smart, determined, independent sister able to make up her own mind,” Bobby said. “Not some spineless sycophant!”
That did it for Reno. “Look here motherfucker,” he said to Bobby and moved to the edge of his seat. Trina reached out and touched his arm, to remind him that Bobby was a guest and their performer for the next year, but Reno wasn’t trying to hold back. This fool had to understand a few things. “You may be a superstar and all the rest, and you may be as great as they claim you are. But at the PaLargio? At your new home for the next year? Nobody’s greater than my wife. Remember that.”
“And if I fail to remember it?” Bobby asked defiantly.
“I’ll shove that motherfucking contract down your motherfucking throat,” Reno respond with even more defiance, “and then I’ll kick your ass out of here. If you fail to remember my wife’s position in this establishment. Do we understand each other?”
Everybody in Bobby’s crew were shocked by the level of disrespect. They were ready to pack back up and leave this very minute. But Bobby had a different agenda, and he and Joe knew it. Leaving was out of the question.
Bobby smiled instead. “I hear you, Reno,” was all he was willing to say.
Reno stood up. When Trina stood up too, Bobby and Joe stood up alongside her.
“Your assistant will phone you later, and schedule a meet time,” Reno said. “Have a nice day.”
And Reno, with Trina right beside him, left. They didn’t exactly get off on the right foot considering the long-term nature of their relationship, and it concerned Trina. But Reno wasn’t concerned. That fucker needed to understand who he was dealing with, and what Reno was and was not going to tolerate. Trina was off limits. That was the bottom line. Bobby, Reno believed, understood that now.
But after Reno and Trina left the suite, Bobby’s smile was gone.
“The nerve of that wop. You heard that asshole?” Joe asked him.
“I heard him,” Bobby responded. “But he’s going to hear me soon. You never show a man your Achilles Heel. He just showed me his in spades. When I get through with that precious wife of his; when I finish doing to her what I plan to do to her, he will be hearing me loud and clear.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Trina saw Reno’s Porsche drive up and stop in front of Champagne’s, she inwardly smiled. She hated the way it went down with Bobby Swann on yesterday, and she was thrilled that he came to see about her. And when he got out of his car, in his sunglasses and Armani suit, and made his way toward the entrance, even Oprah, Trina’s store manager, took notice.
“I’ll bet any amount of money you have to beat’em off with a bat,” she said.
Trina found such a comment curious, and looked at her. They were both tagging merchandise at a table near the front. “Beat who off with a bat?”
“All of those women who want your man!”
Trina laughed.
“I’m serious, Mrs. G. You got yourself a good-looking man. Sexy as hell and rich too? I know a few females who would lose a limb to be in your shoes.”
Trina looked at Reno too. She understood what Oprah meant.
“But it’s too much work for me,” Oprah continued, as they continued working. “You never know what men that good-looking are up to. When I get married, I’m going for brains rather than looks.” Then she caught herself. “Not that Mr. Gabrini doesn’t have brains. I didn’t mean it like that. A businessman that successful has to have plenty of brain power. But you know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Come on, Mrs. G!”
Trina smiled. “I know what you mean. You know I do.”
Oprah sighed r
elief. “Good. And that’s just my preference,” she added as she grabbed the stack of clothing they already tagged and began to head for the stairs, to take them to their stock room. “I don’t want the drama, so I will forfeit the great lookers. But you can’t have everything. Right?”
A depression came over Trina again, as she thought about her own situation. And Ope was right. You can’t have everything. But she didn’t want everything. Just some peace . . .
And even as Reno entered Champagne’s, removing his sunglasses, and she felt her heart flutter the way it always did when he walked in, that sinking feeling was still there. That sense of dread. But she suppressed it, and smiled anyway.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Gabrini,” Oprah said as she made her way toward the side stairs.
“Good afternoon,” Reno said and only then saw that Trina was near the front too. His heart swelled with emotion when he saw her. She was dressed beautifully, in a white cardigan sweater and a black knee-high shirt, but no designer clothes could ever compare to her beautiful, expressive face. She was his African queen. Nobody was knocking her off of that throne.
He walked over to her. “Hey,” he said.
Trina smiled. “Hey. I didn’t expect to see you any time soon. How’s our superstar?”
“Derek says he’s fine.” Derek was the executive Reno selected as Bobby’s assistant. “Who the fuck cares? Just as long as he shows up on time, and give great performances? That’s all I’m interested in.”
“You haven’t tried to smooth things over with him?”
“No. Why? You think I should?”
“Not really, no. He’s sort of an asshole, really, isn’t he?”
Reno smiled. “My thought exactly.”
“But you can’t let him think he’s going to be some diva at the PaLargio. We’ve had too many of them in our day.”
“Amen to that,” Reno said with a grin and a shake of his shoulder. Then he exhaled, and looked at his wife. “Thought I’d take you to lunch,” he said. “If you aren’t too busy.”
“I’m busy. I’m always busy. But if you could find the time to take me to lunch, I can find the time to go with you.”
Reno smiled. That was the Trina he loved. He had meetings he should have been attending, and conference calls he should have been making, but Trina weighed too heavily on his mind. He had to make sure she was alright first.
“I’ll go get my purse,” she said.
“I’ll go with you,” Reno said. He always felt weird hanging around female clothing and lingerie like he was some pervert.
But as he made his way up the side stairs behind Trina, and found himself staring at her tight ass, his motivation changed. And that horniness that had been on him heavily lately, returned with a hard tug on his dick. He wanted to split open that ass if he could. And he wasn’t going to be able to wait.
Oprah was upstairs, too, along with store clerk Jameila Mattingly, as they stacked clothes in the stock room on the other end of the landing. Trina made her way to her office. Reno followed her, and, once inside, closed and locked the door behind them. But it was going to be a super-quick stay in Trina’s mind. She grabbed her purse that sat on the side table, and just as quickly turned to leave. But she turned right into Reno’s arms.
She smiled. She was surprised Reno had gotten that close. But when she realized how hard his penis was against her leg, and when she saw that unmistakable look in his glassy blue eyes, she understood why.
“I want my wife back, Tree,” he said to her.
She didn’t try to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. She knew. “It’s just a phase, Reno. I’ll be alright.”
“I don’t know what you and Tony talked about,” he started.
But Trina cut him off. “We didn’t talk about much of anything, Reno. I told you I didn’t need to see any therapist.”
This was the first time Reno had confronted Trina about what happened Saturday morning, when she hurriedly left her therapy session with Tony. And he knew she didn’t want to talk about it, but he wondered if the time was right. “If there was nothing to it, why did you run out of my office in tears?”
Trina didn’t realize Reno had seen her run out. “I’ll be okay,” she said.
“You’re going to meet with Tony again?”
“Don’t start, Reno,” Trina said, turning her head away.
But Reno placed his hand on her chin, and turned her face back toward him. “Let me know when you’re ready to talk,” he said to her. “I’m all ears. Okay?”
Trina smiled, and stared into Reno’s eyes. All she saw was love and concern in his eyes. And hot passion. And the love and the concern made his passion contagious. Because she was feeling it too now. She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I understand.”
Reno’s heart relaxed. As he looked at her as if he was looking at a rare diamond. The rarest, he thought, as he moved in and kissed her.
Trina wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. But Reno was in the driver’s seat. He pulled her closer, and held his hands on the sides of her waist, and kissed her with a passion that only she could unleash within him. He lifted her skirt, as he kissed her, and placed his hands inside her panties. As he cupped her bare ass, he lifted her into his arms. And continued to kiss her.
Trina was feeling the fire in the depths of her loins as she rubbed her fingers through Reno’s already tussled hair, and pulled to where he felt the pain of her pull as he kissed her. Reno loved the feeling. He loved the way she knew how to heighten their passion. He placed his hand on her neck and squeezed, as he carried her to the couch in the office, and laid her down. He unbuckled, unzipped, and removed his shoes, pants and briefs, and then he removed Trina’s panties, lifted her again, and sat her on top of him.
She straddled him as he rubbed her softly between her legs and started kissing her again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. Trina couldn’t either, as she returned his kisses with her own vigor, until they both were breathless.
And then he lifted her cardigan and her blouse, and then lifted her bra. And moved down, from her thin neck to her juicy, bouncing breasts, and began kissing her there. And sucking her. And as he rubbed harder between her legs, and as she began to become swollen by his fondling, he sucked her breasts with such masterfulness that she leaned her head back and sighed with passion. This was the man she loved. This was the man she wanted above any other man. This was the man whose heart she could devastate, if she wasn’t careful.
Reno knew it too as he sucked her. His lips moved from one breast to the other breast, and his free hand squeezed one breast and then the other one. And he closed his eyes. Trina was the love of his life. She was his heart. And that knowledge only made her more desirable, and more enchanting, and more priceless to him with every passing second.
By the time he lifted her slightly, and slid his rock-hard penis inside of her, she was so wet and he was so full, that they both thought he would release immediately.
But he didn’t. He leaned back and she rode his rod. She rode it long and she rode it hard. Trina felt that fullness of his juice-filled dick deep inside of her as she rode it down further and further until she was slapping against his balls. She could barely take his fullness. But as the pain subsided, and the joy and love overwhelmed her, she leaned down, placed her hands on either side of Reno’s handsome face, and kissed him with the kind of kiss that took him over.
He came. He came with a hard, rushing cum. So hard that he slung his arms around her, pulled her body closer, and took over. Their sweet, slow motion rhythm gave way to his unleashed passionate fury, and he began pounding her. His dick thrust into her over and over and over again until her orgasm could no longer be repressed. She came as fiercely as he came. And they were fucking hard. When their groans became too loud, they kissed each other to muffle the sound. And continued to make long, passionate love.
Outside of the office, Oprah and Jameila could hear the banging noise of the bouncing couch. Oprah tried
to ignore it, and pretend it could be anything but that, but Jameila wasn’t as diplomatic.
“Dang,” she said. “He’s fucking the shit out of Trina.”
“Let’s just finish this,” Oprah said.
“I heard, from women who claimed to have been with Reno themselves, that he has a monster dick.”
“J, quit! I mean it.”
“I heard it was bigger than big,” she said. Unbeknownst to Trina, Oprah and Jameila were cousins. It made Jameila feel as if she could take liberties. Like calling their boss, behind her back, by her first name. “And Trina’s enjoying every inch of it,” she added.
“Okay, that’s it,” Oprah said in an angry whisper. “Go downstairs. I’ll finish this.”
Jameila smiled. “You’re the boss,” she said, but continued smiling as she walked past Trina’s office, and heard the loud, ruckus bang.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In the bathroom inside Trina’s office, Reno took a warm cloth and began wiping her between her legs. She was sitting atop her vanity, and was still drained from their encounter. She looked at Reno as he wiped. He loved her so much. Why couldn’t she just tell him?
“Has anyone tracked down Garry yet?”
“Marshall?” Reno asked, looking up at her. “No. But they’re on it. They’ll find him.”
“He’s a businessman. He shouldn’t be that hard to find.”
“When people get involved in shit, they get lost,” he said, as Trina’s cell phone rang in her office. “He’s lost right now. But we’ll find him.”
They ignored the ringing phone as Reno continued to clean her. “What about the Mexican?” Trina asked. “Did he identify Garry as his money man too?”
Reno shook his head. “No. He said it wasn’t him.”
“Damn, Reno.”
Reno Gabrini: When His Woman Cries Page 8
