Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2)

by Rosie Harper

  Janelle, did try to have periodical sexual relationship with casual men including some of her workers. They would each sign the non-disclosure agreement which would seal anyone with bright ideas of speaking out.

  Suddenly she had a door unlock and Maurice, the butler walk over to her.

  They have arrived madam, should I show them in?”

  "Please do. And get me a glass of champagne please."

  "Ok ma’am."

  She really needed the whole bottle. Her nerves were all in disarray. They were getting the better of her and the now pounding headache was making the whole situation worse. She was feeling like a teenage who was now coming to know about love and sex. This wasn’t her first time. Each year she would dedicate a night of love making with anyone and the stranger would be off. Despite the risk that were associated with the arrangement, she overlooked them. She was a risk taker. She was a Scott.

  When she finally got the glass, she drained it all and at once she felt her senses fortified with steel. The men got to the foray and sat at the gazebo. Eddy left the two love birds in their nest and went to his room to jerk off. He had a lot of pent up steam due to the follow and she could not shake off in his head, her lying in bed writhing under the arms of the ebony guy. The erotic daydream had given him a massive boner and he wanted to relieve his desire.

  Martin could feel the muscles all over his body tense up. Eddy had explained everything to the detail. She was looking for some casual sex; you give it to her. One night is all that took. After that you work away with twenty thousand dollars in cash, check or wired, depending on the preference of the model.

  Without uttering a word, Janelle pushed the papers towards the black Adonis and a company striped pen. Despite knowing the content, Martin read them. This ignited pride into Janelle. Most daft men had signed the documents without so much as pouring over it. She smiled and snickered,

  “Just perfect for the job.”

  Martin was battling demons in his heart and soul. He knew his mother would never agree if she found about it. But who would tell? No one would. But what if he is asked where he gotten plenty of bills to spend so lavishly. He would hide it away. Wait till he got his first salary then start brandishing the money slowly.

  It was then that the particular line got him startled. So Eddy had not been complexly honest. The look of extreme shock on his face made Janelle know that he was reading the crucial paragraph. Nobody would have seen that coming. She had made a slight change in the “Terms of Commitment”. She had made up her mind and quickly called the Lawyer. Changed the draft of the agreement and add a few clause. The new edited copy was then faxed and emailed to her.

  “So, you want me to be your sex slave till you get a child from me. Once you get the child, I get a million dollars to vanish, Right?”

  “Correct. All I want is a child,”

  "And if I refuse?"

  "You still sign the Non- disclosure document, take your miserable black ass out of here and I find another person to do the job."

  The mentioning of a million bucks was more than enough to seal the deal. He had gone through all the trials and tribulation and get the life of a lifetime disappear. He would find a way to explain it to mother and everything would be fine. She would understand him... no, that was a hoax, she would be breathing dragon fire. His was an easy decision to make. Better be scolded by his mother than subject oneself to a life of abject poverty. He hastily poured over the rest of the document before signing it. She felt both relieved and elated.

  Chapter Eight

  They were now in the master bedroom of the Mansion. He was getting accustomed with the largeness and the expansiveness of the posh bedroom; it was all new to him. Here was a room galore with splendour. It was more than he could take it. Standing next to him was a near naked Janelle.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Shut the crap up and fuck, I might rethink my offer,” she said; with that everything was settled.

  Suddenly, he sat on the bed and tugged her panties off and threw them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection sprung free. He reached over to the bedside table and wanted to grab the piece of foil when he remembered. This was not home, neither was a condom necessary. He pushed her to the bed. Her back on the mattress and prepared to move her legs apart.

  “You really want to do this?” he asked softly. She saw his penis, and it was as she had imagined. Hard, long and thick; she feared it might not fit. Slowly and gently he plunged into her. He opened his mouth and groaned at the sheer pleasure he felt.

  “You’re so tight. You okay?”

  She only managed a nod. Her eyes wide with pleasure, her hands on his forearms. He staid still, letting her acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside her. A new sensation never felt before.

  “I’m going to move, baby,”

  “Oh.”

  He eased back with exquisite slowness. He closed his eyes and groaned, before thrusting viciously into her. She moaned with pleasure.

  “More?” he whispered, his voice quite raw.

  “Yes,” she breathed, so he continued riding her.

  She was now groaning and moaning. Overwhelmed by pleasure. He dared not break the rhythm.

  “Again?” he asked

  “Yes.” She was pleading

  He continued pounding, and in fact, he couldn't stop. He shifted onto his elbows to allow proper penetration. She was reeling in the fullness of sensation.

  “Fuck, it has been so long.”

  He increased tempo. She was now morning loudly, his pound matching her moans, relentlessly and mercilessly. She tried matching and meeting his thrusts. Then the stiffening begun in her as Martin quickened his tempo. He continued to thrust on and on. Her body was quivering.

  "Harder" she screamed as she was nearing climax. Sweat was forming a sheen over her entire body as she rode Martin’s big black cock, trying to get all of him inside her. She could feel the beginning of her orgasm in her toes as it slowly crept up her spine. She almost lost consciousness as her pussy gripped onto his beautiful cock, rocking her into orgasm.

  “I'm cumming!” she breathed, taking gasps of air.

  “Yes, baby…”

  Martin wasn't far behind, as she calmed down, he flipped her over in one swift move, all the time staying inside her, and he began pumping her with all his might. Almost instantly, he groaned and shuddered as he convulsed in orgasm.

  As they lay there, heavily spent, their silence was loud enough. It was as though each was communicating to the other as they gulped for air. They explored the magical moment that was going in them; it had been spectacular. Janelle was sure that this was a big fish she was not going to lose.

  Chapter Nine

  Two years had already passed ever since the signing of that agreement, and five months ever since the birth of the wonderful angel, Megan.

  "Melisa had been right," Janelle thought.

  As the meeting took place over at Clampett Oil and Gas Corp offices in Washington DC, her mind kept veering off. As the men continued to haggle over the fluctuating oil prices, she was looking at her past with black gold of a man. Two wonderful years that had been perfect. She felt fulfilled and resonantly better. Ever since the agreement, she was no longer bitter yet compassionate. Her social circles were even calling her a tamed tiger.

  The meeting wound up to a wrap. She greeted the oil men and handed over the portfolio. Almaashud Sellal Ismaïl Omar, felt belated. He had sold the company, but it was worth every penny. He was now planning to do away with the other three oil and gas companies that he owned. He despised women, especially American women; they were arrogant and proud. However, he had been awed by this woman. She was beautiful, intelligent and submissive. What a rare quality to find this days. He was jealous of her husband.

  At the private hangar at the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, she received the gayest news she ever wanted. Martin was now a legal American citizen. Finall
y, she sighed. She had worked so hard to find a way. A way they could be joined in blissful matrimony; it was a surprise she would give him on his coming birthday.

  As she boarded the plane, a slight rain began to pound the city. “A good omen.” Pauline had reluctantly agreed to their wedding. Janelle had secretly seen Pauline a few days before. That was after she had offered her the Luculenus Talent and Modelling Agency as a gift to gain her blessings. All this was planned to remain a secret. She had bought off the agency for her soon to be Mother- In-law.

  Epilogue

  Reporters were gathering at the Trump International Hotel Waikiki Beach Walk as they watched celebrities and business giants as they paraded into the hotel with shimmering evening dresses. They alighted from there limousines and walked through the revolving doors and enter towards the Oahu Ball that was set on the first floor. It was a schooling of international whales. Dennis Frump was happy since one of his five star hotels was in the limelight; his points for the presidency were adding.

  Cameras flashed as reporters called out, “this way please Vice President, and thank you”

  “One more picture your Majesty,”

  The ball room was jammed packed with senators, governors, political representative world-wide including the newly wed royal couple from England. Business tycoons and celebrities were present. They were there for one reason only. To celebrate the taming of a ferocious tiger. Megan Scott Chege was a centre of awes and cheers as her parents had been joined in holy matrimony. Scott Industry was now a family run company.

  Janelle Chege was officially married. Death could rob her anything but her happiness. The crash was not going to kill her joy. For seven months she had fought her way to recovery. The fire had burnt her seriously but an expensive plastic surgery had taken care of that. Her struggle to stay alive had astonished the world. She was deemed a hopeless case but not to the affluent ladies and gentlemen who had converged there, love conquered everything.

  Walking with a slight slur in his steps, Martin Chege was another hero. He also had fought a near losing battle with a heart attack. He went and kissed his mother on the cheeks. She had been the custodian of the conglomerate and she had built quite a name for herself.

  For a whole year, Pauline stood at the helm as both her son and soon to be daughter-in-law battled for their lives. She had proved her skills. In the ensuing months, she proved to be a brilliant executive and Janelle had insisted she continued till their honeymoon was over.

  The couple rose from their high tabled seats and shockingly bent over Pauline’s feet. Uttering words that none of the distinguished guest could understand, she called out for the spit of her forefathers to bless the two. Asking them to protect over their marriage. A special traditional brew had been flown from the now peaceful Kenya. She took a swig from the chalice holding the drink and spattered on the heads of her now married children. The whole scene was being televised to foreign countries and in their respective languages. A new sense of leadership waited the Scott Industries enthusiast.

  THE END

  BONUS BOOK 6

  Falling For A Pimp

  African American Romance

  By: Violet Hill

  Falling For A Pimp

  It had been eight years to the day I left Los Angeles and moved to the east coast. Every day out there seemed to be as if it was calling me back to be here. I looked down at my hands that had seen better days. My knuckles not only had broken jaws, but I had broken them many times.

  I was far from being a saint, in fact, I was part of the local gang and lived by the motto Thugs4-Life. I even had it tattooed on my back and on my upper arm there was still the gang’s insignia. I was a proud member and had been in ever since I was thirteen years old when I started doing small jobs for our kingpin.

  When two rival gangs including my own ended up facing off and killing members, my mother decided to move us to the other side of the country. I wasn’t thrilled about this move. My mom thought if we didn’t move, I would die young. I had been positive with my reputation that the streets would have taken care of me. My hood was tight.

  I looked at my reflection in the window. My dark skin complimented the light gray suit I was wearing. No one knew what type of background I came from, and I didn’t tell anyone either. I took the job at a high classed investing firm to be come back to this. It was a cover up since I was a highly successful businessman, but I craved being back in my hood.

  I lit up a cigar and looked out at Los Angeles. The ashes that drifted from it reminded me of Ramón, my leader and King Pin from the hood. He had always smoked cigars. Days like this I would look out at the city and wonder what had happened to him and if he was still alive. I quickly brushed the ashes off my suit and looked up as I heard my secretary come in.

  “I have come to drop your paperwork off Tyrone.” Lisa, my secretary, said before she disappeared out the door.

  Lisa’s face was like an angel and even though there were several times I had slept with her and even promised to marry her. There was something that she could never fill, and that was the fact I was married to the streets. When I told her that the last time we were thinking about marriage that I missed my old life, she refused to talk to me.

  It was true I was a successful businessman and made quite the paycheck every week, but being successful wasn’t the life I desired. It was the same, and everyone expected you to be squeaky clean and honest. I needed fun and exhilaration. I needed the thrill of stealing cars and being involved in shootouts or smacking the butt of some ghetto girl with her pants ready to split.

  I let a sigh as I sat back down to deal with more paperwork that had been placed in front of me. I craved living on the edge and not behind a desk all my life. I am sure everyone who used to know me already knew that. Even though I was here in this firm, there was nothing that could get me out of that life. Not even my mother could wash that out of my blood.

  “Tyrone, some guy name Reese is here to see you,” Lisa said as she peeked her head into my office.

  Reese and I had both grown up in the hood together. It was hard to believe that he was here after all this time, but I was sure he could say the same thing about me. Unlike my family, Reese was the only one in his family that was a male. He owned his family pretty much. I slept with his four sisters, not all at once, though.

  “Reese? What the hell are you doing here?” a man with dark skin like my own walked in and sat down. He was clean cut for once. Reese hated being dressed up, but here he was cleaned shaved and clean dressed. It was honestly quite the surprise that Reese was here since he rarely left the hood these days.

  “I honestly came to ask you for a favor. We have been good friends and all and here I am wondering if I can count on you with a plan,” Reese said as he sat down in one of the leather seats in front of my desk.

  “What do you need?”

  “We need a man to jack cars and get rid of them quick. Who would ever expect you?”

  I was about ready to argue with him, but I knew that this was the opportunity I had been looking for to go back to the hood. There was quite the silence between us.

  “I am assuming you will be going through with the plan. You do owe all of us.” Reese pointed out.

  “I don’t know Reese; I have to try to stay out of the public’s eyes, though.”

  “Are you joking with me? You have been looking for this opportunity for awhile.” Reese pointed out.

  It was no surprise that Reese was telling the truth. He knew me way too well to know I couldn’t resist getting back into the life of the hood. The only thing stopping me at the moment was trying to live a double life without people knowing.

  “Tyrone, you need to do this for us! You know what you have been missing, and the craving is starting to control you.”

  I was the one that used always to pick up the pieces for the hood. I had been sick of the life I had been living here. I needed to get out and be in a place that seemed to be back home to me.

  M
y mouth opened ready to answer. “I was joking with you! We don’t carjack the way we used to. I do need you to go down to the strip club and collect some money. Ramón would do it himself, but he is still in the hospital from the bullets that shot up the block.”

  “No problem, I can go down there tonight after this place closes. I would do anything for a brother.”

  “What is the story with the cute little secretary out there? She hood?”

  I shook my head. “Lisa is as far as you can get from the hood as you can. She is good in bed, but that’s about it."

  CHAPTER TWO

  The Stripper

  The strip club was a place that held many fond memories close to me, and it also made me wonder why I had waited so long to come back to this life.

  I ordered a drink and sat down at the table I had often sat at to watch the young girls dance.

  “I haven’t seen you in awhile Tyrone.” A man that walked over said.

  I knew immediately he was the club owner, D’Mario.

  I laughed. “It has been too long to tell you the truth. This life is exciting instead of pushing papers all day. What have you been up to?”

  D’Mario shook his head. “I have been doing the things I love day in and day out instead of trying to keep a squeaky clean reputation. I saw one of your ads, and I couldn’t believe that was you in that suit. You don’t even look like you had a trace of the hood. You look more like a pretty boy waiting to get his ass whipped.”

  I started laughing as I watched D’Mario pull up a seat next to me and pass me a cigar.

  “To tell you the truth I am unsure how my life ended up this way besides when the blood bath broke out between us and the Eastside and Momma moved me to the east coast. She expected me to be better then that, even if it wasn’t who I was. My brother, on the other hand, seemed to be able to forget everything we once stood for, but I can’t do that. Every day I look out of my window and down at Los Angeles and crave to be back here. It isn’t the way it was, and it and I miss it like hell.”