“I’m out.” She hopped out the car.
Stacey tapped his horn and rolled down his window, “Yo Jason! What up my nigga?” he threw his hands up.
Jason looked at the driver with his eye squinted and realized that it was Stacey. Out the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Cee. What the fuck is this? he thought. “What up Stacey?” He spoke approaching the driver’s window, he extended his hand and dapped Stacey up. He looked over the roof of the car.
“What’s going on with you Cee?” Jason asked, peeping the situation.
“Oh no-no-nothing,” she stammered. “I’m having dinner with the trips. I stepped out here to speak with Stacey for a sec.”
Stacey had major respect for Jason and didn’t want to rub him the wrong way. “Jason, I didn’t know she was ya peoples, but it ain’t even like that though. This was strictly bout business.”
“You good playboy, she’s not my lady or anything like that. Our families are good friends.” He glanced over at Cee who was walking away
“Stacey, I’m going to catch you later and take some of ya money at the poker table.”
“I don't know about taking my money,” Stacey chuckled. “I’m on the way to spot off of Tyvola right now to play a little bit.”
“Aight, I might check it out later on,” Jason said crossing the front of the car. Jogging lightly he caught up to Cee and hugged her.
“How are you doing?”
Nervously she replied, “I’m doing well.”
“You sure?”
“Everything is day to day.”
“I feel ya... but what were you doing with ole’ boy.”
“He was squaring up the bill for his girl’s hair.”
“I’m not trying to be up in your business, but you know that I know better than that right.”
“What do you mean?”
There was no getting over on Jason. From years in the streets and a coke head baby mother, he knew a user when he saw one. “I wanna talk to you. Got time for a drink?”
Cee looked at her watch, hesitantly she replied, “I guess I have a little time. Let me let the girls know.” Cee went over to her daughters. “I’m going to have a drink with Jason,” she nodded her head in his direction. The tripps waved happily at him.
“Were you texting Uncle Jason?” Taleah grinned.
“No I was not!”
“Sure Mom,” Tanine giggled.
“Anyway when the waitress brings the check send it over to the bar.”
Cee joined Jason at the bar as he was placing a takeout order. Once he finished she asked, “So what’s up?”
“Like I said, I’m not trying to get in ya business, but I know you was copping powder from that lil nigga.”
“Yeah, but it’s not what you think. I’m not an addict. I don't use like that, only a bump here and there to keep me sane.”
“Before you even go there,” he cut her off, “I can tell that you’re using more than a lil bit.”
“You got me, but I’m not strung out or nothing.”
“Not yet.”
“I know how to stop when I want to. Pete and I used to get right from time to time and I never got hooked.”
“Yeah but you was using on your own terms for fun. Now, you need it to numb the pain and each time you’re going to need a lil more.”
“I know what you went through with your daughter’s mother and her addiction, but I’m not her.”
“True, but the two of you are more alike than you know. Like you she had a successful career and like you she used coke to numb something painful.” he paused while the bartender served their beverages. “I’m going to pretend that I know the pain of having a spouse killed. I do know that you don't have to go this route.”
A single tear slid down her right cheek. “Right now I don't know another route. All I know is, my husband was snatched from me like this,” she snapped her finger, “and a lil coke helps eases the stress and the pain.”
“Cee I’m begging you, please don't do this to yourself. Petey is gone, but you still have your kids and a great career.” He meant every word that he said too. A true dichotomy, he sold the most addictive narcotic known to man. Yet, he was preaching against the use of hardcore drugs. “Have you been talking to anyone about what you’re going through?”
“I don't feel like being pitied upon. Plus people have their own problems. I don't want to get people down with mines.”
“You can’t get me down. If you need someone to talk to or lean on you can call me and I’m not coming at you sideways either.” He would never push up on her at such a vulnerable point. Jason wasn’t close friends with Petey, but through Zay they were really cool.
“I’m here for you and the kids, especially PJ.”
“When I start blowing you up don’t duck me,” she laughed wiping tears from her face.
“Never that.”
“Could you please not mention my little affair with the white girl to your brother or Joey?”
“For now I won’t, but if it ever gets to the point that you need help, I will talk to Joey.”
***
That bitch ain’t shit either, John Doe thought watching Jason and Cee from a table in a low lit corner of Del Frisco’s. The dirt on her husband’s grave is still fresh and she up in this nigga face. Feeling that Joey owed him also, John Doe figured he’d get it out of Zay’s lucrative operation. He’d been trailing Zay for days before discovering that Zay wasn’t really hands on with the work or the cash. Through his research he learned that Jason worked more closely with the money and the dope. Therefore, John Doe had been following Jason pretty closely.
At this point he’d obtained all of the information that he needed to make a move. Tired of playing silly mind games with Evan, John Doe decided that it was time to get serious, collect the paper that was rightfully his, and exact the appropriate revenge on Evan.
***
“What does one woman need with all this space?” Reza asked Evan following Evan out of the dining room. During his king pin reign he’d lived in some of the finest homes, but nothing as opulent as Evan’s.
The pair had just finished a chef prepared dinner that Evan arranged for Reza’s arrival. He’d flown in that day for a two week visit. Since returning from her trip to Connecticut, Evan and Reza had spoken every day. At times they would talk for hours on end genuinely getting to know one another this time around.
Evan found him to be wiser, humbled, and truly introspective. Day after day she looked forward to his calls as did he. Soon the long distant conversations were not enough. With a busy wedding season starting, it was impossible for Evan to return to Connecticut. Longing to be in one another’s presence physically they agreed that it would be best for him to visit her.
“This is my dream house,” Evan stated while removing a bottle of Ace from the wine cooler behind the bar. She grabbed two champagne flutes from above the bar. “I wanted to live in it with all of this white furniture and carpet. I knew I had to do it before I had kids.”
“Ohh, so you do want to have kids?” Reza inquired.
Evan shrugged, “I’m not really sure. Every now and then I get baby fever, especially when I see my two best friends with their kids.” She twisted the cork of the champagne bottle until it popped off. “If I do have kids it will be when I slow down. I want to be a hands on mother, the same way my mom was with me”
“I can’t believe you don't have a man coming through here,” Reza said exploring the room.
“As you know,” she gave him a flute of champagne. “I have a history of choosing Mr. Wrong. So I fell back from serious dating for a while. It’s cool though, between a cold bottle of this,” she held up the bottle of Ace, “and my toys I’m good.”
“Your toys?” he raised his eyebrows. “I would like to see you play with your toys.”
“I bet you would, but it’s kind of a solo act.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Maybe later,” she blushed. “W
e have to get dressed for the party. The driver will be here in an hour and a half.”
“That’s plenty of time,” he eased up on her smiling coyly.
Everything about him was better than she remembered. His body was tight, his face was beautiful and her resistance for him was low. Reza grazed her cheek with his lips and his tongue along her ear lobe. “Hmm,” she moaned— her vagina jumping.
“You know how bad I want you?” he palmed her ass giving it a firm squeeze. “We got unfinished business to take care of.” He kissed her bare shoulder.
“Yes we do,” she said. “But, if I’m going to put on a show for you I’m going to need a much stronger drink.”
“I have something better than a drink to loosen you up.”
“What?” Reza pulled out a clear baggie of beige translucent crystals.
“What the fuck?” Evan squealed. “I don't fuck with meth nigga.”
Reza laughed. “Neither do I. This isn’t meth, its molly.”
“And what the hell is that? Because it sure looks like meth to me.”
“It’s MDMA, Pure ecstasy. No cocaine, heroin, or other chemicals.”
“Does it have you jacked up for hours like X? That’s what I hated about X pills when I used to pop them.”
“Nah, this is a real subtle high.”
Evan gave it a little thought, it had been a long time since she’d really let her hair down. “Okay, I’m game.”
Reza pinched a few small crystals out of the bag and placed them in the palm of her hand. Evan tossed them in mouth, took a swig of water, and scowled from the bitter taste. “Eww that shit is nasty just like X.”
Reza popped some and chased it down with champagne and pulled out a blunt of kush.
“How long does it take to kick in?” Evan asked.
“About twenty minutes. If you take a shot of something strong and hit this,” he held up the blunt. “You’ll feel it sooner than that.”
Evan poured a double shot of Patron and tossed it back. After hitting the blunt a few times she went to her room and retrieved her favorite toy. On the way back to the parlor, euphoria ascended over her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. “Whew!” she swayed side to side.
“What does that little thing supposed to do?” Reza pointed at the small vibrator. “My dick is bigger than that.”
“This,” she held up the lavender vibrator by its slim handle, “Is an eight hundred dollar premium toy. The motor is very powerful, yet it is quieter than a church mouse. It’s the best on the market.”
“Word, well show me how well it works.”
The molly had Evan feeling extremely uninhibited; she reached behind her neck and pulled the tie to her halter dress loose. It fell to the floor revealing her bare breast and a soft pink thong. Taking a seat on the edge of a nineteen-twenty inspired stark white chaise, Evan opened her legs and spread eagle. Her stomach fluttered as Reza took a seat directly in front of the chaise for an up close view.
Evan pushed her thong to the side, licked the tips of her fingers, and moistened her clit with the saliva. She powered on the vibrator to the medium setting. She stroked her vagina lips with the round silicon head a few times to entice herself. Her clit throbbed as if it were begging to be touched by the vibrator. Placing the vibrator on the tip of her clit she massaged the vibrator against it. A wave of pleasure like she never experienced electrified her body. “Oh God,” she screamed locking eyes with Reza. She knew that he was turned on and that turned her on even more.
Reza moved over to the chaise and slid behind her. Cupping her breast he licked and sucked her neck and shoulders. Evan turned the vibrator on high. Leaning back against him her ass raised slightly above the chaise, as she gyrated and wound her waist rhythmically. The pleasure became more intense with each stroke of the vibrator, and each touch, kiss, or lick from Reza.
In a sexy voice barely a notch above a whisper, Reza spoke into Evan’s ear, “Tell me how it feels.”
“Wonderful. Ahhhh. Better than it has ever felt before. Ooooh baby.” Trembling, her body stiffened, and water slipped from the outer corner of her eyes. Evan’s walls contracted hard as cream tumbled down them and exploded all over the white chaise. Enjoying the mind blowing orgasm she continued to rub her clit with the vibrator leading to multiple orgasms back to back. After the last nut she cut off the toy and tossed it to the side. She wanted to feel Reza inside of her.
Turning around Evan tried to ease him back and mount him. Holding her off by the shoulders, Reza asked, “What are you doing?”
“I want to ride you.”
“There is no time for that. I told you I only wanted to watch and remember we can’t be late for your friend’s dinner.”
“We can be late, we’re only going for drinks and dessert since we already had dinner.” High and horny Evan pleaded. “We can do it one time.”
“Nah, ’cause once we start we’re not going to stop”
“Alright,” she caved. “Let’s get dressed. I’m ready to get back home and we haven’t even left.”
Evan retreated to her bedroom, while Reza went into a guest room to get dressed. After a steaming hot shower, quick hair and makeup; Evan emerged from her bedroom in a cream cotton tank, cream linen cuffed short-shorts and gold strappy four inch Jimmy Choo heels.
Still floating from the molly she strutted into the parlor with more confidence than usual. Reza was sitting next to the bar drinking a tumbler of Remy XO.
Immediately Evan sized him up, “Givenchy tee, Balmain jeans, and McQueen sneakers. Boy you sure are stunt 1-0-1 for a construction worker just coming home from a ten year bid.”
“I was fly when you met me.”
“Yes, you were,” she agreed grinning.
“I’m going to always be that way too.”
“I guess construction pays better than I thought,” she said eyeing the black diamond bezel Audemar and black diamond bracelet affixed to his wrist.
“Construction does pay more decent than I imagined,” he looked down at himself. But construction didn’t pay for any of this,” Reza waved his hand over his body. “This is that 1995 blow money sweetheart.” He stated freely something that he would’ve never done had he not been high. “Yeah, they put a nigga down for a decade, but they didn’t get the money I buried in my Grandma’s backyard.”
A coded knock on an interior door on the side of the parlor interrupted them.
“I thought we were alone.” A startled Reza said.
“We are in the house, but this door leads to the private apartment above the garage. Rhamel, the head of security at The Enclave, is staying up there. He’s been providing personal security for me since all this madness started getting more and more out of control.” She unlocked the door’s deadbolt, and opened it.
Rhamel entered the room; he paused in the doorway momentarily at the sight of Reza.
“Come on in Rhamel, this is my friend Reza and Reza this is Rhamel.”
The two men exchanged a half ass head nods.
“Evan, the car service is here,” Rhamel announced.
“Let’s roll,” she replied leading the way out. “Rhamel, Reza will be here for the next two weeks and after tonight I will not be moving around too much at night. Unless we’re at the Enclave you can pretty much have your evenings to yourself.”
“Okay boss lady,” he responded jealous and dismayed by Reza’s presence. Over the course of providing Evan with personal security Rhamel had built a rapport with her through talking, joking and laughing. They’d even had some personal conversation, but never inappropriate or intimate. Foolishly he thought that they were on the verge of something more. How does she know he isn’t her stalker ole slick ass up north nigga, Rhamel thought eyeing him suspiciously.
A black Maybach 67 was idling in Evan’s circular driveway. The driver, Curtis, a middle age black gentleman was holding the rear passenger door open for Evan and Reza to enter. Rhamel took his place in the front passenger seat.
“Miss Evan would you like the partition up?” Curtis asked.
“Yes please.”
Once the partition was up Reza said, “Let me find out this cornbread fed nigga is your boyfriend.” Evan burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
“You must never tell that joke again.”
“I’m not joking I peeped how dude was looking at me.”
“That kush and molly got you tripping,” Evan leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of Cliquot Rose’ from the bucket of ice. She poured a glass, passed it to Reza, and poured one for herself. She raised her glass.
“To us this time around.”
“To us,” he tapped his glass against hers.
“You the only dude I got in my sights on,” Evan kissed him slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth and sucking his bottom lip assuringly.
By the time they arrived at Chima Brazilian Steakhouse the birthday girl and her guest were filing out. The party wasn’t over though; Evan and Reza followed the crowd to Diamonds Gentlemen’s club where they partied in a large VIP section reserved for the birthday party guest. Evan and Reza popped more molly, consumed monstrous amounts of liquor, and tossed racks upon racks of ones.
Evan danced seductively on Reza. The strippers and the sexual tension were at fever pitch. Standing against the wall on security duty, an irked Rhamel tried not to watch. It was impossible. His dick swelled with every shake and pop of Evan’s. At one point he’d gotten so into it he started unconsciously squeezing his dick and Reza saw him. Snapping out of his trance, Rhamel realized what he was doing and quickly tucked his hands in his pocket. Looking around to make sure no one saw him, he locked eyes with Reza.
Laughing Reza shook his head, fucking pervert ass clown. Smirking, he winked at Rhamel then pulled Evan close fondling her breast and inner thighs. He licked her neck and mouthed at Rhamel, “Nigga, you know what it is.”
Steamed Rhamel left the VIP section talking to himself. Taking shit from some fuck boy is not part of my job description. Outside, he thought about calling a cab to leave, but he saw Curtis standing outside the Maybach smoking. Rhamel joined him. After a few smokes and chatting about the NBA finals Rhamel calmed down. He decided that he wasn’t going to let Reza get in the way of the excellent pay that he was receiving from Evan.
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