“They know not to mess with my business because it will get them killed,” I say simply.
“Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here, no one can get me what I want. I was hoping for some leeway as I’m one of your long-time friends,” he says.
“You’re deluded if you think we’re friends; I don’t have them.”
“Why not? You’re such an approachable kind of fella?” he says laughing, making fun of me.
“You will wait until it’s ready. I won’t rush my people ‘cause your druggies want protection from someone they’ve probably screwed over,” I say, knowing he wants my guns. A vast shipment of them, which is due in two weeks. I’m the only person to supply such enormous shipments, if anyone else tries to do so, I’ll have them killed. The east coast is mine, and mine alone.
“You attending Yossi’s tonight?” he asks as he stands and prepares to leave. I nod my head and turn back to my computer, dismissing him. Yossi’s is a bar, well, a nightclub. I go there to talk business. Most of my big clients present there when they like to talk their business over.
It’s late by the time I finish up in the office. Cora has left for the day and Bexley hasn’t come back. Which I’m relieved ‘cause I see the way she looks at me when I go out late at night. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she wants to.
It’s packed when I arrive and enter the club, a few girls notice me and try to accidently brush themselves against me. The whores.
I spot Quinton in one of the private booths and make my way over to him. He’s the man in charge of the drug side of my business. Most don’t realize it’s mine as well. And I prefer to keep it that way.
As I reach him, he hands me a scotch and I sit down, he turns back to watching out onto the dance floor. I notice him and all his friends are smiling and pointing at someone. I follow their gaze and see two girls shaking their hips in tiny dresses. I appreciate their bodies as I watch as well. Quinton notices and nudges me.
“I will be in one of them, or maybe both by the end of the night,” he says to me. He’s probably right, he’s an attractive man and women never say no to him. He’s tall, probably taller than my six-foot-three and is a fitness junky.
He stands and winks at me as he makes his way over to the two women. I turn my head away and refill my drink. When I look back up, he’s between the women, his hands on both their hips working his charm. Silly fucking women, if only they knew how fucked he was they wouldn’t go near him. He turns to me and nods, guiding the two girls to where we’re seated and sits down with them. Nodding to the brunette to come to me, she climbs on my lap and sits across it. I look her up and down and appreciate her looks though she isn’t making my cock hard. So for that reason I remove her to the empty seat next to me. Just when I look up, I notice eyes on me. They are deep and hurt. Bexley is standing near the bar with her friend watching me.
I don’t go to her and try to tell that it was nothing because there’s no need for that. She notices that I don’t move and swings her head around when Ember speaks to her and takes the drink from her hand. One thing I like about Bexley is that she doesn’t drink much, always in moderation. She never lets her ambitions go, and just let’s loose. She’s too reserved for that.
She chugs the first drink, and Ember gives her two more. Ember smiles wide at her and hands her a mixed spirit and that’s all I need to see. I turn my head back and look at Quinton to see him sucking face with both girls now. I don’t plan to stay long, but just as I think it’s time to leave I see Bexley on the dance floor.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
~Henry Van Dyke~
I can tell by the way her body is moving that she’s drunk. She can hardly stand and is leaning on anyone in her vicinity. She tries swaying to the music, but she can’t dance. Ember grabs hold of her and sways her hips with a hand on each hip. Bexley throws her hands in the air and throws her head back keeping her eyes closed. She can’t dance, but the look on her face is relaxed and she’s in a state of pleasure. I’ve been sitting here not talking or moving, watching her for the last few hours. She’s had more to drink and is hardly standing now. She yells something in Ember’s ear and waves to her as she makes her way to the front of the club.
I stand and follow, having no idea why. I watch her as she trips and lands on the cement in front of a cab laughing at herself, before she pulls herself up and opens the cab door climbing in. I watch, not doing a thing and turn to walk to my car to follow her home.
Upon arrival at home, the front door is left wide open and the clothing she was wearing is basically in a line all the way to our bedroom. I don’t see her in bed, but I hear the shower turn off. Staying where I can watch her, she flings the door open walking out with a just a towel around her and she spots me with from the light coming from the bathroom. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders then climbs into bed with just the towel, not bothering to take it off.
“You drank tonight?” I ask, removing my own clothes and intending to climb in next to her and fuck her.
“Yep,” she says, not giving me more than that. I pull the blanket back and she sits up to pull it back over herself.
“Why?” I ask, having no idea why I’m asking her this question.
“‘Cause I needed you out of my head,” she says turning away from me.
“Why, Bexley?” I ask her again, she sighs and doesn't look back to answer me.
“Because you’re always in there, making me love you, and I don’t want to tonight,” she says barely in a whisper.
“Did it work?” I say climbing in next to her, my hand goes straight to her ass.
“Nope, I don’t think anything will.”
“Good,” I say and turn her around to face me.
“It’s not good,” she mumbles not meeting my eyes.
“Why isn’t it good, Bexley?” I ask her, pulling the towel away from her.
“I don’t want to love you,” she says almost inaudibly. If I had a heart I’d tell her, it’s okay, I’m here for you. But I don’t and I’m an asshole.
“Then don’t,” I say and look down at her breasts, her nipples are hard, waiting and wanting for me to touch them. I hear her intake of breath when I place my lips over her pink nipple, and lick then bite it hard enough to leave a mark. She arches up for me. I remove her perfect breast from my mouth and watch as she takes me in. I’m basically straddling her naked, my cock hard as a fucking rock sitting on her belly. Her eyes turn to lust when she eye fucks me, and she seems to forget the conversation we were having as she sits up and pushes me to the side, so I’m off her. I let her, and watch as she sits up and climbs over me to straddle my thighs.
“You want me, don’t you,” she says in a voice I’ve never heard before. I look down at my hard cock and give her a smirk. She’s so fucking sexy right now; she looks flushed, with her wet hair from the shower. Nipples poking out waiting and wanting for me to touch and lick.
She grabs my cock and strokes it with her hands, with a sinful smirk on her face. “It only wants me, doesn’t it?” she asks to my cock or me? I’m not sure.
“Answer me, Zeke? Am I the only one you fuck?” She squeezes harder and fuck it’s hot. She stops when I don’t answer her. I don’t want to answer, I’m already breaking her as it is. I sit up and she falls backwards. She’s now lying between my legs. Her legs and shaven pussy right on my face. I lick my fingers and place them on her clit, she moans and it’s the best fucking sound in the world. I do the same again; lick, touch, repeat, applying pressure, and then removing. She sighs every time my hands leave her. By the fourth time, she’s getting angry. She sits up and pushes me back down, I let her. She climbs up me and positions herself over me, cock in her hand and she slowly goes to sink down. Then stops, just as my tip is in her warm cunt. She then lifts up and removes me completely. I look at her and see a devilish smile on her face as she does it again.