Then, my ex-best friend, Noelani Kalmin, I hit her in the pockets. I had the ports shut down. Every port in Florida was on a mandated freeze issued by the Governor until the sudden eight hundred kilos of cocaine could be explained. I thought about it all. Analyzed it all.
What was so special about Noelani for Amell to share his plans with her but leave me in the dark? Were they having a secret affair behind my back? I knew what lengths she went through to get what she wanted; Cassian is a prime example of that.
“Krishna.” David’s voice echoed from the other side of the door.
“Yes.”
“Miguel is about five minutes away. Amell and the Indian Chief are on the way. Everything is in place.”
“Thank you, David. I’ll be out in a minute. Remember, make yourself invisible but don’t go too far.”
He chuckled, probably nodding his head. “I got you.”
David remained loyal throughout the years. After my father died, I expected him to turn away, but he made it clear that he was with me until the end. He even managed to get me a full security team when I brought my plan to him.
After my bath and checking in with Beau I began my night of seduction.
Sipped a whole bottle of pineapple Stella Rosa listening to my Xscape playlist on Pandora. Oiled my body down in Naughty Kisses by Naughty Scents and covered my body in a new yellow lingerie lace set from Savage Fenty. Right as I strapped my garter to my stockings the doorbell rang.
I swear I almost creamed knowing who was behind that door.
“Coming,” I sang once I got closer to the door. “Hey,” I purred.
Hazel eyes with hints of gold widened at my attire. I giggled watching his body react to seeing me in such a compromising state. The last time we saw each other two weeks ago I promised that if he came back to Chicago, I’d make it worth his trip from the Bahamas.
“Damn, Carrie. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Miguel scooped me up in his arms and attacked my neck.
“Wait,” I giggled louder trying to close the front door. “Tonight, is all about you. I want to show you how much I appreciate yor patience and resilience.”
“Anything for you, mi amor.”
“Come. I have a night full of surprises for you.” He let me go long enough for me to grab a hold of his hand and lead him up the stairs. My booty were shaking. My thighs were glistening. He had the full view of me from behind. “Tonight, is all about you. I’m in control. I promise my goal is to please you. Anything you want.” His clothes were off, and he stood there in nothing but his briefs while I set up my music and dimmed the lights.
“Oh, those have to come off too.” I licked my lips pointing to his covered hard muscle.
A cunning smile curved on his lips. “I hope you can handle all of this.” He dropped his draws and I wanted to…cry. Yes, cry.
This man, a horrible combination of evil and zest, was perfection. One of Amell’s mistakes was sending me to Chicago so I could know Miguel’s face and place a tracker on him. After I got over my grief enough to form my plan of revenge, I went back to where he and I crossed paths at the White Ivy lounge. I pretended to hold business there for a week straight before he came stalking in.
At first he looked at me like he was trying to remember my face. Once I mentioned that I owed him a drink it clicked. That was six months ago and I’ve been seducing him ever since. In front of him, in his presence, I managed to keep a neutral face and not vomit. Once I got home and thought back on the extreme lengths I had traveled down, I cried on the shower floor.
I had to continue the front to make it believable. Make it seem like I was this sophisticated woman vying for his attention. I had to make sure that when he ran his background check everything, I told him matched. How I was a newly divorced woman seeking to live on the edge a little with no commitment. How my heart was too broken for another man to come in and try to claim what wasn’t there. None of it was necessarily a lie. My name, of course that was, but the truth behind my story, it was all real.
I lived through the nightmare.
Kissing him. Hugging him. Date nights when he wanted to get frisky in the back of his town car and playing like I had a headache. I wanted to drink myself under a bridge.
“I want to touch you, Carrie.” He groaned lost in lust.
I’d tied him up in a chair I had seated in the middle of my room. Hands bound by fury cuffs and legs secured with silk ties. All appeared to be part of my night of seduction. He was so caught up in my red light district performance to realize that tonight was my night to even the score.
Pussy had a way of distracting men. They all became weak for it.
I danced for him. Gave him a real performance that made the baddest stripper jealous. I shook my money maker and showed him everything my mama gave me. Then, right as the beat changed to Ro James, I felt hot. Felt lightheaded. Felt completely turned on and it wasn’t from eyeing the precum coming from Miguel.
My King, he’s here.
A trail of sweat dripped down the curve of my back. Under the lacey material of my bra my nipples turned into hardened morsels of chocolate drops. And between my legs, a river ran.
Settling on Miguel’s knees I covered his mouth with a gag ball. At first he fought me but my hands on his hard, painful erection turned those groans to pleasure. Glancing at the man standing in the doorway of my bedroom, our eyes collided. My heart galloped watching those onyx eyes turn menacing and deadly.
His fine ass had the nerve to look better than he did the last time I saw him. I loved when he wore black. The perfect compliment to his smooth chocolate skin.
Oh, how I missed you my love.
Reaching under the chair I removed the picture I had tapped under it. “I want to show you something.” My hips began to move on his lap not yet grinding on his groin. “See this lovely couple.” I help the picture up next to my face. “This beautiful couple is my parents.” I held the last picture taken with them. It was the day before I signed on to teach once I moved to Florida. They took me out to eat to celebrate. We laughed. We had fun. We were happy.
Miguel’s eyes narrowed and then he stilled. All lust drained from his face and was replaced with a steely smug. I shifted up his body, aligning myself right over his still hard shaft. Having Amell watch me and Miguel in my grasps, I became unraveled and whined my hips.
“Shh shh shh.” I placed my finger over Miguel’s lips. On the set of my panties, the part that he felt, small tiny sewing pins lined the seat of it. When I greeted him at the door I made sure to keep my legs gapped open and each time I danced bending over, my hand covered it. He never suspected a thing.
Each time I whined my hips on his dick the tiny pins poked and scraped against him causing him to jerk and thrash under me. His movements only made it worse since I had locked my legs around his waist.
“Krishna.”
“My mother, you killed her, for what? Because your nephew started some war, he knew he’d never win.” Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to give in now.
I’d come too far.
“Krishna.” I missed him calling my name.
“I never got to say goodbye,” my voice hiccupped. “I never got to tell her that I was…you took her from me. I needed her. I need her and you took her from me.” I felt a wetness between my legs and I knew it wasn’t from me. I was dry as the damn Sahara Desert.