The inside of the house wasn’t a disappointment either. Just like the outside, it was regal inside. The floors were made of all shiny gold marble and a huge mosaic tile design spelled FOX in the center of the floor. Sean was even scared to walk on the floors with his Timbs on.
“These floors got specks of real solid gold in them,” Fox bragged as he glided with his usual swagger.
“I believe it,” Sean whispered breathlessly.
“Go ahead, man, look around for a minute. See what hard work gets you in this game,” Fox said, patting Sean on his shoulder. “When you’re finished, go in and say hi to Adina. You know how she gets if you don’t speak. Then go into the dining room and give me a few. I’m going to freshen up, I’ll be back in a shake,” Fox said. Fox set the gift box Sean had given him down on a small glass top table as if he didn’t know what was inside.
Sean walked farther into Fox’s mansion and to his left he noticed a room that resembled a shrine to the game of basketball.
“Damn,” Sean gasped. He walked slowly inside, his mouth opened like a kid who discovered a mountain of candy. Sean rushed to the left side of the room where there was at least fifty basketball trophies lined up. Some were on shelves and others were so big they sat on the floor. Sean squinted and bent down to read some of the little gold plates on the trophies—MVP 1990, MVP 1991, SLAM DUNK CHAMP 1993, COLLEGE ALL PRO MVP, were just some of the trophy tags Sean read. He knew Fox had told him he was in the NBA, but Sean had no idea Fox had been such a decorated and celebrated ball player. Sean thought about something he had heard Fox say to his mother when he was younger: “Shit, I make more money in the dope game than I would’ve ever made in the league.”
Sean wondered if that was true and if it was, could he be as skilled as Fox in the game. Sean looked over at Fox’s desk and his heart sank. Sean picked up the framed picture of his mother and a hard lump formed in his throat. He stared at his mother’s beautiful smiling face with Fox standing right next to her, both of them decked out in white fox fur coats. Sean put the picture back down and picked up the one next to it—a picture of Liam.
“I miss both of y’all,” Sean whispered. He placed Liam’s picture back down too. Sean shook his head left to right trying to shake off the gloomy feeling starting to creep up on him.
Sean rushed out of Fox’s study and walked across the expansive foyer to formal living room. There, he took in eyefuls of the rich, priceless paintings on the walls. Sean could tell that Fox had put down millions on everything in that house.
“Millionaire status. That’s what I’m talking about,” he told himself.
After about fifteen minutes Sean remembered that Fox had told him Adina would be pissed if he didn’t come speak to her. Sean rushed into the kitchen, but was stopped dead in his tracks once he made it through the doorway. Sean’s eyes popped open and he immediately felt blood rushing to his private area as he took in an eyeful of Adina’s thick, round behind and her perfect, hairless vagina from the back. She was bending over into the stove with a short skirt on and no underwear. Sweat immediately broke out on Sean’s forehead and his heartbeat sped up. He tried to avert his eyes away from Adina’s bare ass, but he couldn’t help but stare at the perfection in front of him. Sean swallowed hard and cleared his throat, finally alerting Adina that he was there, but she had already glanced back and smiled slyly at him. Adina knew he was watching her all along, which made Sean even more nervous, but excited him at the same time.
“Hi, baby,” Adina cooed, smacking her full, glossy lips.
She slowly stood up and with the sexiest motion she shook her beautiful, fluffy head full of naturally auburn curls and turned around like a performer from a porn movie. It was the most erotic thing Sean had ever witnessed. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, like he was watching his own personal porn movie. Sean put his hands in front of his zipper to hide the pulsing hard-on growing in his pants.
“Um . . . hey . . . um . . . hello, Miss Adina,” Sean stammered, gulping the ball in his throat. Damn she is fine as shit! he said to himself.
“Come over here and give me some sugar,” Adina said sexily; pointing her long, red-painted nail at her smooth, blemish-free cheek. Sean tried to bop over like Fox would, but he stumbled because he was so thrown by her beauty.
“Don’t hurt yourself now.” Adina winked and giggled. Sean gave her a quick tap kiss on the cheek and a little hug. His pulse quickened from the contact.
“I ain’t gonna bite. Give me a real hug,” Adina chimed, thrusting her double-D cups into Sean’s chest. When he felt her firm, erect nipples against his chest, Sean thought he would just bust a nut on himself right on the spot.
“Mmm, you smell good,” Adina complimented. “I love a young man who takes pride in himself, it’s sexy,” she said in a throaty sex kitten voice.
“Th . . . thanks,” Sean huffed, wiping sweat from his head. Adina laughed heartily, her huge breasts jiggling and seemingly teasing Sean.
“I tend to do that to men,” she joked. “Go ahead on inside to the dining room. Dinner is almost ready.”
Sean started for the door, but before he left, he turned back and looked at her one more time. Adina was a straight beauty from head to toe. Time had been kind to her because her smooth butte-colored skin didn’t show one sign of aging. Adina had unmistakable Hispanic features—her long, luscious, dark eyelashes; thick, pouty full lips; round, deep brown eyes and her distinctive hourglass shape told the story of her heritage right off the back.
“Go ahead now before you get caught staring.” Adina smiled, shooing Sean into the dining room. Sean snapped out of his ogling daydream and rushed into Fox and Adina’s large, grandiose dining room. Sean was even in awe of that room.
“This house is fucking amazing,” he whispered, touching the top of the table like it was made of something precious. The dining room boasted a long, shiny, black lacquer table with at least twelve tall back, black and gold plush cushioned chairs. The table was set with beautiful gold chargers and shiny black fine China dishes. There were four grand centerpieces made of roses, hibiscus flowers and long stems of baby’s breath. It looked like someone was getting married the way the décor was put together. Fox was a king and that was definite in Sean’s mind now.
“Aye. Made yourself at home I see,” Fox called out, interrupting Sean’s thoughts. Sean stood up and pushed his chair back, clumsily bumping his legs on the table and rattling the dishes.
“Oops. Shit . . . I’m . . . I’m sorry,” Sean stuttered, finally making it from behind the table so he could greet Fox properly again. Sean rushed over and extended his hand for a pound and hug again, although he had seen Fox earlier.
“Why you so nervous?” Fox laughed. “It’s dinner at my house. Relax and act like you at home. You ain’t new to this,” Fox told him.
Sean couldn’t look Fox in the face and tell him that he had been lusting after Adina, which had put his nerves on edge.
“Nah . . . I’m not nervous,” Sean lied with a fake smile painting his face. “It’s just that this is all so nice. I ain’t never been to a nice dinner like this unless it was a restaurant.”
“This should be how you strive to live. If you don’t treat yourself like a king, trust me, kid, nobody else will. Start thinking of yourself as King Sean and everybody will fall in line . . . feel me?” Fox told him. “Now let’s sit because if we don’t that beauty in there ain’t gonna feed us,” Fox followed up, smiling and laughing as he took his seat at the head of the table. Fox had Sean sit at his right hand, a slight gesture that Sean noticed and was elated about.
Adina came out and began putting beautiful silver platters of scrumptious-looking food down on the grand table. Sean was having a hard time trying to keep his eyes on the table and the food and not on her. Fox was speaking to him about something, but Sean could barely listen to him. The sound of the doorbell had finally saved Sean.
“Ahh, my other guest has arrived. Sit tight while I go answer the door,” F
ox told Sean. Fox stood up and patted Sean on the shoulder. “Don’t hurt yourself watching her. She’s way too much for you,” Fox whispered.
Sean’s cheeks flamed over with embarrassment. Had he been that obvious? He shook his head in shame and hoped that Fox wasn’t pissed with him.
After a few minutes, Fox returned with a tall, older white man who had the iciest blue eyes Sean had ever seen.
“Meyer, this is my boy Sean . . . Sean, this is Meyer,” Fox introduced. Sean got up, met the man eye to eye and shook his hand. Sean got an ill feeling in his stomach from the man. It might’ve been the fake, halfhearted smile Meyer cracked or the fact that he couldn’t really hold eye contact with Sean; whatever it was, Sean decided right away he didn’t like him.
“Let’s sit,” Fox said, breaking the awkward exchange between Sean and Meyer.
“Sean here is like my son. He is about to go to college this year,” Fox said proudly. Meyer nodded and cracked another fake smile.
“Yeah. Sean is a good kid. He works real hard. Isn’t that right, Sean?” Fox said, his left eyebrow raised expectantly.
“Yeah. Yes. I’m about to go to college,” Sean played along. He had no idea where Fox was going with the storyline, but Sean only had plans on going to the school of the streets, not a lame college.
“Are y’all gonna eat all of this food or what?” Adina snapped, shooting Meyer an evil look. She hadn’t even greeted Fox’s guest with so much as a hello. Sean took that to mean that Adina didn’t care for Meyer either. Sean felt slightly better about his gut feeling on Meyer now.
“Calm down, baby girl. We are digging in right now,” Fox tried to ease the tension in the room. “Everything was made Kosher, too, Meyer . . . you know . . . we respect the Jewish religion.” Fox smiled awkwardly.
“I’m not that hungry to tell you the truth, Fox. I had to attend one of those big Bar Mitzvahs right before I came here. Another bite and I might bust,” Meyer replied, rubbing his stomach, another fake smile curling his lips. Fox’s facial expression changed like he had just been told he only had days to live.
“Well then I’ll eat later,” Fox said, throwing his material napkin atop his empty plate. “We will all eat later,” Fox followed up, his voice stern. Adina went to open her mouth in protest, but Fox threw his hand up in a halting motion and shot her a look that would’ve silenced anyone.
“You go in the kitchen and put us up a plate. I’m going to take Meyer out back . . . have a cigar or something,” Fox said seriously, glaring at Adina as if to say, keep your mouth shut and do what I say.
Sean was silent, but his stomach was churning with hunger. He wanted to eat all of that good-smelling food Adina had prepared, but he wouldn’t dare go against anything Fox told him to do. Adina looked crushed, her eyes went low and her lips dipped at the sides like she was about to cry.
“C’mon, boy . . . let me and Meyer show you how real men talk business,” Fox said, shooting Sean a telling glance. Sean nodded his agreement, pushed away from the table and stood up. He could feel Meyer staring at him and Sean wanted so badly to pull out his gun and ask the Jew what he was looking at. Sean bit down into his jaw to keep his cool. His ill feelings toward the white man wasn’t getting any better with the passing time.
Fox led Sean and Meyer poolside to a beautiful, marble top outdoor table with several plush lounge chairs surrounding it. On the table was a small, shiny, mahogany cigar box with exclusive Cuban cigars inside and a bottle of single harvest 1858 Cognac Croizet, Cuvée Léonie cognac.
“Fox, I’m surprised you know about this cognac. It costs over $150,000 a bottle. You surprise me again, eh,” Meyer said, his eyebrows up in arches on his face. Sean sensed a hint of jealousy in the man’s comment.
“Why are you surprised? C’mon, if anyone knows class and taste it’s me, Meyer. You know that. We’ve been doing business long enough for you to figure it all out,” Fox replied. Sean could hear a hint of defensiveness and annoyance in Fox’s voice and knew that Fox had been offended by Meyer’s doubt of his knowledge of the finer things.
Fox lit a cigar for himself and Meyer. He winked at Sean as if to say, you’re too young. Fox did pour a swallow of the exclusive cognac into three snifters for each of them.
“It’s not for sipping,” Fox told Sean as he handed him the little glass. Meyer threw his back immediately, Fox followed and Sean did as he saw them do.
“Nothing finer,” Meyer said, then he took a long drag of his Cuban and blew out a smoke ring.
“Listen, Fox, let me get to the point of this meeting. I don’t really have good news for you tonight,” Meyer started, his voice raspy like an elderly man’s.
“What do you mean?” Fox asked incredulous. He put his cigar down in a crystal ashtray.
“The partners . . . they’ve found out that you are . . . you know . . . you are . . . black,” Meyer stumbled over his words like it was paining him to say them. “I tried to keep it away from them but they’ve found out . . . unfortunately,” Meyer lamented.
“What the fuck that mean?” Fox retorted, moving to the edge of his chair with his jaw going square. Sean could tell Fox was growing more and more annoyed with his houseguest.
“Just what I said. Although you bring in a lot of money to the business, I’m getting major heat for dealing with you. They think you blacks get into the business to buy sneakers, cars, big chains and play loud music from your cars . . . that’s it. They think eventually you will bring heat. They could never picture a black man living like you . . . like a real wealthy person. They can’t see pass their prejudices,” Meyer went on.
“Well tell them it’s happening—a black man can and will live like a king, and will for generations. See him, he is like my son, he will learn to live like this too. Ain’t no hood rich shit going on over this way. You just tell them that,” Fox said defensively.
“Hey . . . I’m just letting you know. Now that it’s out you’re going to have some enemies if we keep doing business. I can’t afford to have these types of enemies. I mean, these are the types of guys you’ll never see coming . . . more dangerous than those that act like big bad mafia types. These are sneaky bastards,” Meyer replied, steepling his fingers in front of his face as if he was in deep thought.
“Do I look worried? You haven’t made it until you have enemies,” Fox said like he had no cares in the world.
“Well we should talk about next moves then,” Meyer said; he shot a quick glance in Sean’s direction. Fox took the signal.
“Aye, Sean. Go inside and see if Adina needs any help putting the stuff up. I know she’s pissed with me. Let me rap with Meyer for a minute,” Fox said, nodding his head toward the huge, sliding glass doors that led into the house.
“A’ight, I got you,” Sean said, jumping up from his chair. He gave Meyer one last evil glare before he bopped away.
“Seems like a good kid,” Meyer lied.
“Next generation of this shit. Trust me, he’ll be king after me,” Fox said. Neither of them knew Sean could still hear them.
Sean walked back through the glass doors and walked around into the kitchen. He didn’t see Adina in the kitchen. Sean peeked around, but still didn’t see her. He picked up a piece of the nicely carved roast she had prepared and quickly shoved it into his mouth.
“Damn,” he whispered licking his fingers hungrily. The meat was so juicy and tender that it melted in his mouth. Sean walked out of the kitchen looking for Adina, but he had to piss. Sean walked passed the dining room and Fox’s study and found the door to a small bathroom.
“Here we go,” he huffed, already starting to unzip his pants.
Just as he was about to push the door to the bathroom open, Sean heard moaning coming from his right. He crumpled his eyebrows and slowly backed away from the bathroom door. The moans got a little louder, piquing Sean’s curiosity so he followed the strange sounds. He thought maybe Adina was crying over the way Fox had treated her.
“Ms. Adina?” Sean whispered, in
ching forward toward another door that was slightly cracked. The moans grew louder the closer he got.
“Ms. Adina, you all right?” Sean called out in a low voice. He was finally standing in front of the door where the sound was coming from. He put his eye into the crack in the door and immediately his breath got caught in his throat.
“Oh shit!” Sean wolfed, his nostrils flaring open as he stared at the sight in front of him.
Adina was lying on her back with her legs up on the bed inside of the guest bedroom. She had her thick, muscular, dancer’s legs spread open with her clean-shaven, deep pink, wet pussy fully exposed. When Adina saw Sean watching her, she giggled, then she drove two of her fingers into her dripping wet hot box and pulled them back out over and over again. The sound of the wetness and her moans were driving Sean wild. He wanted to run but he was frozen in place. Adina smiled at him, pulled her fingers out slowly, put them in her mouth and began making slurping noises. Sean swallowed hard and used his hands to cover his rock hard, swollen manhood. Adina repeated the same action at least five more times until finally, her eyes closed, her thick legs began quaking and she groaned so loudly Sean jumped.
“Yes! Yes!” she called out as she busted her own juices all over her fingers.
“You want to taste it?” she cooed at Sean, extending her wet fingers toward him. His eyes shot into big round circles and he stumbled backward a few steps. Guilt trampled over his mood like an angry army, but he couldn’t stop watching her. Adina sat up and began cleaning herself up with a white towel from the nightstand.
“Don’t tell him. He won’t believe you,” she whispered to Sean.
Sean shook his head from left to right, letting her know he had no intentions of telling Fox what he’d witnessed.
“Next time you join me,” she said, her voice kind of sounding sad like she felt guilty too.
Sean didn’t say a word; instead, he rushed away from the door and rushed into the bathroom, which had been his original destination. He pulled out his rock-hard rod, closed his eyes and jerked it until he released a load into the toilet.
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