by Ashley
Yasmine chuckled. Carter’s threats only made her want him more. It was his gangster that she loved the most. “Forget about the past? You wish you could Carter. How many times did you think of me at night while you were locked up? The way I wrapped my lips around your dick? Or the way my body molded to it as I rode you? You probably see my face when you’re fucking that average wife of yours.”
“We’re done,” Carter insisted.
“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” she said as she licked her lips. “Because I’m just getting started.” She reached down to stroke his manhood and it jumped. She was like a snake charmer, commanding it at her will. He gripped her hand but she was insistent as she massaged his rising manhood harder as she undid his slacks. He didn’t even feel her slide his cell out of his pocket, he was too focused on the arousal she provided. “Maybe I’ll just get rid of your bitch of a wife altogether and then I’ll have you to myself.” Everything in him wanted to bend her over and punish her. She was right . . . he had fantasized many times before just off her memory, but it was only a physical attraction for him. The more she played this game, the more she put his family at risk, the more she held their tryst over his head, the more his mental despised her. Carter pushed her off forcefully, causing her to stumble as she crashed into her desk. He glared at her as he adjusted his clothes. “You’re biting off more than you can chew. Stay the fuck away from my wife.”
“With pleasure, as long as I don’t have to stay away from you,” she replied. She hopped on her desk and spread her legs as she moved her panties aside, massaging her swollen clit. “Join me?”
It was a temptation that not many men could resist, but Carter knew that dipping into Yasmine was like sinking into quick sand. An affair with her would drown him. He fumed as he slipped out of her office, shaking his head in dismay because he knew that Yasmine was a problem. She was playing hard body and it seemed that the only way to control her would be to comply. Otherwise her slick talk would get him caught up. A part of Carter wanted to just come clean to Miamor. The secret keeping and covering his tracks was boggling his mind. He needed a clear head to take hold of the casino operations and to move the resort into a new direction. He couldn’t focus on business when his personal life stood on rocky ground. If Miamor uncovered the truth on her own, her wrath would not severe. Yasmine thought she had control of this little game but what she didn’t realize was that she was playing Russian roulette. There were only so many times she would be able to pull the trigger before Miamor popped off.
Miamor sighed in frustration as she was sent to voicemail for the fourth time. “Where the hell is he?” she whispered as she slipped into her shoes. An impromptu meeting with the mayor of Las Vegas had popped up and she needed Carter to be there. She was supposed to make the introduction. Right now all of the major players in the city were familiar with Miamor. They knew her as the owner . . . the face of the casino. Easing Carter into prominence was important. He couldn’t officially be on the deed because of his prison history, but it was the unofficial business in a city like Las Vegas that made the world go round. She wanted to be the lady on his arm, but his presence was required in order to make that happen. She was beyond irritated.
“Relax, he will be here. I’m sure he’s just busy. His phone is probably in his desk. When he gets to it, he’ll be here,” Breeze said. “In the meantime, Money and I will take C.J. for the night.”
“Thanks Breeze,” Miamor said. “You’re a lifesaver. I already packed his bag.” She walked into her son’s room to find him sitting in the middle of the floor playing with his toys. She loved her son, more than life itself. She couldn’t wait until things were settled. She just wanted to be a wife and a mom. She could hang her holster and her business hat up. She would be completely content with being Mrs. Jones forever and ever. “You ready to go with Auntie Breeze and Uncle Money?” she asked.
“Yeah!!!!” he shouted. He hopped up and ran to Breeze who was standing behind her.
“Can I get some love first?” Miamor said with a laugh. Her son ran back to her full speed and kissed her on the cheek repeatedly, inciting laughter. He knew exactly how to fill her with joy. He then rushed out of the door, following Breeze.
“Good luck tonight!” Breeze shouted as she eased out of the door.
Just as she made her exit the telephone rang. Miamor rushed to answer it. “Hello?”
“I’m downstairs, buzz me up ma,” Fly Boogie said.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“You forget about the deposit? I was late going to the bank. Didn’t want to keep that much paper on me,” he said.
Miamor went to the door and buzzed him up.
He walked into the penthouse with a Gucci book bag slung over his shoulder. He held it out for her.
“I take it there is no need to count it?” she asked.
“I’m never short ma, you know that,” he replied. “Where you going?”
“Carter and I are supposed to be meeting with the mayor but it looks like I’m being stood up. Carter has been unavailable all day. I can’t get in touch with him. Did you run into him at the casino?” she asked.
“Nah, I ain’t seen him,” Fly replied. “The nigga slipping though. If he let you leave the house looking like that and you not on his arm, he’s crazy.”
Miamor laughed as she shook her head. “You need a girl Fly. I worry about you. You can’t trap all day and night without someone to go home to,” she said. She grabbed a bottle of wine and cracked it open as she poured two glasses.
“Before your boy got out you left me no room to get a girl. You took up all my time,” he replied with a charming smile. “Had a nigga around twenty-four/seven. A bitch would have had a problem with that,” he said.
“I needed you,” she admitted. “I couldn’t have held everything together while Carter was gone without you.”
“I’ma always be here ma. No bird can get in the way of that,” he said. “You’re the priority. My loyalty is always with you,” he said.
Miamor was speechless. She didn’t know if Fly Boogie was loyal to her for business or in a more intimate sense. She knew that she should establish limits with him, but he was too good to her. He was good for her. She didn’t mind having him around. Loyalty was hard to find. She handed him a glass.
“Have a drink with me while I wait?” she asked.
He took the glass and then downed the wine before handing it back to her. “I’ma get out of here. It’s late,” he replied. He stepped closely to her, dangerously close, making the temperature in the room increase. He smelled good, looked good, and his youth made him fear nothing, not even Carter. Miamor could feel his attraction. The more they interacted the more it grew. Fly had a thing for her. They both knew it, but they both were aware that it could never be. She would have to be very careful how she handled him. She didn’t want to mismanage his young heart. Young boys were loyal but they were also reckless when wounded. He kissed her cheek. “Goodnight beautiful,” he said. “If it were me, I’d never keep you waiting.”
“I believe you,” she replied. “But its not you Fly. Carter would kill you for even having the thought. He’s out, things are getting back to normal. I need you to be okay with that . . . with my husband. You’re loyal to The Cartel, not to me.”
“Nah ma, just you,” he answered.
He made his exit leaving Miamor’s heart racing and she grabbed the entire bottle of wine, drinking straight from the bottle.
Where the hell is Carter? She thought, flustered and overwhelmed. While he had her waiting he had no idea that there was somebody in line just dying to snatch his lady.
“Mr. Jones, I have your messages,” his secretary said as he entered his office. His day had been long and stressful. Thoughts of Yasmine filled his head, distracting him, tormenting him all day. He had never been one to tolerate blackmail, but she was Baraka’s daughter. Baraka owned half of The Davinci and on top of that his power was unlimited. He couldn’t h
andle Yasmine like he would any other chick, because she was far from ordinary. He would have to handle the situation with extreme delicacy. “Mrs. Jones wants to meet for drinks. She’s waiting for you in your suite upstairs.”
Carter nodded, deciding that he would handle the rest of his business later. He headed out. The thought of seeing Miamor’s face instantly soothed his troubled soul. She was his safe haven, his peace, and his guilty conscience made him feel like he could lose her at any moment. He made his way upstairs, knowing exactly what she had in store. He inserted his key card into the lock and pushed the door open. He opened it and walked inside, finding his favorite cognac already prepared. A note accompanied it.
Have a drink and relax. Tonight is about us. Turn off your phone. I’ll be up in five minutes.
After the day he had endured he could use a drink and he downed it in two large gulps before searching for the open bottle. He poured himself another, took it to the head and then finally slow sipped a third. Finally he felt the tension melt from his shoulders as he settled onto the couch. There was nothing like a good cognac to unwind but tonight he was feeling exceptionally loose. He licked his lips as he imagined the things he would do to Miamor. He wanted to taste her on his lips and the thought alone caused his manhood to brick. He lay his head against the couch as he adjusted his hard-on in his pants. The distress of his day had worn him out. He was more tired than he had realized. He hated that Yasmine had something over him. The pressure to live according to her terms was too much. I’m not playing the blackmail game. I’m going to come clean to Miamor. If she has to hear it, it should come from me, Carter thought. He heard the click of the lock and then the lights went out as the sound of stiletto heels click clacked against the tiled floor.
“I love that you set all of this up for me ma, but I need to talk to you about something important,” he said.
“Shhh,” was the only reply he got. The room was so dark that all he saw was the silhouette of her trench coat and when she lowered onto her knees and fumbled with his belt he knew what was next. He closed his eyes as she licked his length. He was throbbing and she could feel him pulsating in her mouth as she took him in. No gagging, no shallow throat, she was a pro as she worked his shaft with her hand while sucking the life out of him. It wasn’t until she said, “I told you Carter. I get everything that I want.”
When he heard her voice he jumped up, pushing her off of him. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed as he tripped all over himself while backpedaling away from Yasmine. He was stumbling all over the place. Suddenly he had turned into a clumsy oaf. He couldn’t seem to gather his bearings as she advanced on him.
“Don’t fight it Carter, just take me. Take me any way, every way, you want to,” Yasmine said as she pushed him toward the bedroom. Either he was light as a feather or she had suddenly become he-man because he couldn’t evade her as she aggressively pushed him onto the bed. His mind was screaming no, but his dick was clearly in the game as it stood to attention as she lowered her body onto his girth.
“You drugged me?” he asked in disbelief as he placed his hands on her hips. He didn’t have the strength to lift her off of him. She hadn’t meant for him to drink three glasses back to back. She had spiked the bottle with Ropyhnol, hoping to keep him submissive through the night. The amount he had drank had him completely sedated. He could feel everything, but even now remembering how he had gotten to this point with her was beginning to fade away. All he felt was the pleasure as she bounced on his dick.
“Damn,” he whispered. The fact that he had fallen for her okie doke had him feeling like a sucker. She was in control, at least for the night and with him incapacitated there wasn’t much that he could do. In his mind he knew that this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. In a situation where the truth sounded like lies, Miamor would never believe him. As he blacked out the last thing he heard was Yasmine whispering in his ear. “You should have just gone along with me Carter. You know you love it.”
Chapter 22
“We all followed you out here. The Cartel of Miami belonged to Carter, but The Cartel of Las Vegas belongs to you.”
—Fly Boogie
Miamor’s heart instantly froze in her chest and then splintered like an icy windshield right down the middle. Blind rage. Unrivaled pain. Unending sickness. That’s what she felt. The sex-capade in front of her was so intense that Carter didn’t even realize that she had entered the room. Her first thought was to wreck havoc. She wanted to beat the breaks off of Yasmine. Throwing, swinging, biting, punching . . . it all would have felt so good at the moment but she couldn’t. Her grief rendered her helpless. Suddenly the ring on her finger seemed so heavy. It weighed her down. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t do anything but stand there . . . watching. She waited for him to come to his senses and push Yasmine off of him, but the look of pleasure on Carter’s face confirmed that he had wanted this. He had betrayed her. After all that she had done to hold him down. After all that they had been through. All it took was a skinny, privileged bitch from Saudi Arabia to get him to switch up on her. She walked over to the bed, walking slowly as she clenched her stomach. The smell of another woman’s sex filled her bedroom making her want to vomit. She took her wedding band off and when she was within eyesight she tossed it on Carter’s bare chest. Before she could stop herself she grabbed Yasmine by her hair.
“Bitch!” Miamor shouted as she flung her to the floor, her rage giving her the strength of a madwoman.
“Oh shit!” Carter exclaimed as he stood to his feet. The room spun around him and he stumbled as he reached for Miamor. What the fuck happened? He thought. The paraphernalia that was strewn about the room told a story of a night of lust and he grimaced, cursing himself. He truly had a limited memory of what had gone down, but one thing was blatantly clear, he had fucked up. There was no stopping Miamor. She was locked on like a pit as she viciously delivered blows to Yasmine’s face.
“I. . .”
PUNCH.
“TOLD . . .”
PUNCH.
“YOU . . .”
PUNCH.
“NOT . . .”
PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.
“TO FUCK WITH ME.”
Carter tried his hardest to get between the two women but his world was moving in slow motion. He could barely move. He was weak, legs wobbly, head unclear, stomach churning. He was incapacitated and could barely remember what had happened the night before. Images of what had occurred flashed in his mind. His body intertwined with Yasmine’s, his fingers fisting her hair, her mouth kissing all over him. He saw it all. He had fucked up. No matter how unintentional his actions were, he had betrayed his woman. He could only imagine the sting that plagued her heart. “Mia chill!” he barked as he tried to pry Miamor off. He tried holding her back, but in his current state she shook him with ease. Miamor was relentless. “You’re going to kill her!” Carter felt woozy and he didn’t have all of his strength, which allowed Miamor to get the best of him. He was surprised she didn’t turn on him with her blows. Miamor was going for broke.
What the fuck? He thought as he shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to steady himself. “Miamor!”
Hearing him scream her name with such aggression caused her to stop, fist raised in the air as she panted over Yasmine. The girl groaned beneath her, nose busted and crying. Yasmine covered her face as she rolled left to right in agony.
“You defending this bitch?” Miamor asked. She was so upset that she could barely catch her breath. It felt like she was hyperventilating as she leaned over, resting on her knees as complete agony took over her body. Carter saw the hurt in her face and it almost brought him to his knees.
Damn, I fucked up, he thought. His mind couldn’t piece together the part of the night where Yasmine had drugged him. All he knew was that he had messed up and now the fall out was about to begin.
“Let me talk to you for a minute ma. Let me explain,” he whisp
ered. He went to touch her but she cringed as she slapped his hands away. He stumbled. Get your shit together. Tell your wife something before you lose her, Carter told himself. But what could he say? She had caught him . . . hand in the cookie jar. How the fuck did I slip up this much? he wondered. This shit is just sloppy. Hitting Yasmine in the suite that Miamor has complete access to. There was no lying his way out of this and even if lies would get him off the hook, he wouldn’t tell them. It wasn’t in his character. He was tired of telling half-truths. He had done it. Why? He still couldn’t make sense of it. How had he let himself take it this far when he had been so determined to keep her at arm’s length? He had no recollection of the night’s events and his head spun as he tried to piece it together. Damn, he thought, legs weak. Head clouded with confusion. He needed to sit.
“Mia,” he said.
Yasmine rolled onto her knees then slowly climbed to her feet. “Fuck this Carter! Don’t lie to her. We don’t have to hide this anymore. Tell her! We’ve been together since you came to Saudi Arabia five years ago!” she shouted as she wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand.
“Yasmine chill!” Carter shouted.
“No! I’m not hiding it anymore! She should know!” Yasmine screamed, hysterically, filling the air with falsehoods and fanning Miamor’s emotional flames.
Miamor shook her head in disbelief as tears fell down her cheeks. Her soul was heavy. It felt like she was suffocating as shame fell over her. She looked at him, wrapped in the bed sheet, basking in the afterglow of his rendezvous with another woman. Damn why does this hurt so bad? She thought.
