Adversary (12 page)

“Eight days and counting. I’ve confirmed my attendance with the Head Mistress.”

“It’s admirable you want to expand to other philanthropic causes,” he said standing, “but don’t extend yourself too much Mrs. Diaz, you’re already busy as heck.”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t committed to anything other than visiting the orphanage. While I’m there I’ll of course examine the conditions, don’t worry, I got it covered Cam.”

“I’m sure you do, but I did research anyway on the area. It doesn’t appear to have reports of civil unrest. There’s the questionable poverty in that specific area which is in juxtaposition to the extravagant mansions being built not far away. Private investors and wealthy businessman in the banking and diamond trades are the main purchasers. I’m sure there’s conflict but it hasn’t reached the media. Often when there are no reports of political or civil discourse, the media is controlled either by the government or a private entity seeking to curtail sharing of information from foreign countries. Sort of what happens behind closed doors in my family. My parents fled communist China; I heard stories all my life about how they feared complaining about the government because of the ramifications.”

“Cam, thanks for caring.” Selange frowned. “I’ve done investigation also and learned the former head of the orphanage was ousted for misappropriation of funds. I only hope the woman running the place isn’t looking for a cash cow to milk dry with greed.”

Cam sipped quietly. He finished the morning java. When he responded it was to say, “Then she isn’t aware of your reputation.”

Selange flopped back in her seat. “I have a reputation?”

“You sure do,” Cam answered as he strolled toward the door.

“And what’s my reputation?” Selange asked the retreating figure.

He turned around when he reached the door. “That you’re a wonderful boss, tough in business but definitely nobody’s fool.”

Selange smirked. The door closed and she reached for her cell to call Ari. The woman’s voice was husky. Selange slapped her forehead. She sometimes forgot about the time difference. She apologized instantly, “Oh goodness Ari. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Umm,” Ari replied in a long exhalation of breath and then asked in a sultry whisper, “is this an emergency?”

Selange thought she heard a grunting sound, a male’s expulsion of breath followed. Selange was mortified she’d interrupted the couple. Embarrassed she quickly answered, “No…no…go back to sleep…it isn’t important. Good night.”

The phone went dead immediately and Selange kicked herself for the lousy timing. She shook her head, and then it started a chuckle which spiraled out of control. Soon she couldn’t stop laughing and the tears were dripping on her papers and that’s when Alfonzo appeared. He walked in looking as scrumptious as the fruit basket he carried. She tried really hard to stop laughing but the giggles refused to leave.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, locking the door. Their schedules conflicted of late and he realized she’d engrossed herself in charity work to the point he actually needed an appointment to get in her drawers. Their sex life suffered. She'd begun getting in late or on-line after the children fell asleep doing research in preparation for her Africa trip. Four days of half-ass affection had taken a toll on his dick. If he had to get it on in the office, so be it, to hell with who heard them fucking, that’s what grown people did!

Selange wiped the secretions from her face. “Oh –oh,” she pant but hadn’t managed anything coherent.

Alfonzo found her joy contagious and smiled. It widened at the sight of the mascara smudges staining the high cheekbones like war paint. He had an hour before his next meeting and figured the best way to spend the time was between his wife’s legs being fed pussy covered grapes. The image of being pussy-fed got him to thinking, thus the seedless fruit he held in his hand. As she tried to pull herself together, he removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair and the grapes went atop her papers. The silk tie Amelda designed he loosened from around the stiff collar and then pulled it free.

“Alfonzo what are you doing?” Selange finally managed to articulate.

That smile when he hunched to the floor and turned her chair to face him was as naughty as the hand parting her legs and the finger tearing the crotch of her lace panties to gain unrestricted access. She voiced an objection, “These were new.”

“Ah, I’ll buy you more, nena.”

He pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and reached for one of the grapes. Selange wiggled when he inserted the fruit. “Only one?” she asked seductively.

“Oh shit,” he responded, “how many can a honey hive hold?”

“More than one that’s for sure.”

He grabbed more and inserted one at a time through her slit to feed the vaginal meter. She wasn’t laughing anymore he noticed when his face was between her thighs licking lace and honeyed skin. He had her undivided attention when his tongue darted in and out to touch the grapes.

Selange flushed from the lingual intrusion and the tingling sensation as the grapes clogged the doors and lobby. “You’re so…wicked...oooh.”

Alfonzo’s fingers pressed her thighs, keeping her immobile as he orally feasted. Soon his mouth opened and he said, “Feed me, I’m hungry.”

Alfonzo’s spontaneity made her glad those Kegel exercises worked. The internal contractions propelled the grapes through supple gates into his open mouth. He chewed and swallowed, the naughty boy. “Now give me an Australian Kiss,” she ordered.

“Umm I already did. But if you want more greedy woman, fine,” he answered without hesitation before going down on her again flicking his tongue like the lever on an old pinball machine causing her to gasp and cum.

“Honey…oh…sheesh,” she cooed, caught up in the frenzy and didn’t care when he tore the fragile undergarment to threads before undoing his pants. She was airborne, then cradled in the crook of the wall, suspended in air by strong arms.

When he penetrated her interior the chica was so damn wet his dick got a much needed shower. The throbbing ache took on a new sensation as he pinned her ass against the wall with each jackhammer motion. The woman deprived him far too long and he needed to drown the want. She started to moan real loud and he cupped her lips closed by sucking them shut. He pummeled the wall with her ass and the second he gave her mouth air gibberish flowed but he didn’t care. He converted her to an ancient religion making her speak his name in tongues. “Al…uh..fon…uh…zo…hun...wha…ah…oooh…!”

Selange’s ass did rapid clenches and the heavy-duty partitioning shook with each forceful penetration. Better than a dream his brain screamed as he sucked at her throat and left a trail of saliva marking the path to her mouth. He had to feed his Selange addiction. Tear me to shreds babe is what he requested with each pumping action in and out of her vaginal folds. He grumbled in heat, lifting her ass higher, sucking her throat, making his babe use profanity in strings as she clawed at his shoulders trying to hold back a sex junky fiending for his wife. She was losing pitifully, whimpering and biting her own damn lip it felt so nice.

The sticky film clinging to his dick felt so good he wanted more. His initial plans for a brief office romp turned into a lengthy invasion. A firm hand lifted her dress to her throat. His face was between her breasts, stretching the material of her bra with his teeth until her breast came out of concealment for him to eat. He was sucking and pumping and the action had her sliding up and down the wall like Spiderwoman. Then her cell rang and rang.

Alfonzo gave an order between bared teeth that sounded like a growl. “Nah, chica…coño…do not consider answering that motherfucking phone!”

He pumped with such fervor she bounced under the force and clutched his shoulders. The last thing on Selange’s mind as Alfonzo hit that G-spot was answering a call.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The meal was eaten in silence. Since coming home from Puerto Rico, Shanda was insufferably miserable. Perhaps, she remained angry he chastised her behavior without use of flattering words. She was to censure her mouth and respect his brother, finale!

Greens and poultry were pushed around the plate from the sullen woman who had yet to forgive a Don’s late arrival for dinner. Shanda read more into his actions than other women ever did. Giuseppe finished his Mediterranean Salad, washed the leaves down with hard liquor and made an excuse to leave. The mood had been soured and he saw no reason to continue with forced conversation with his bella who could not forgive. He had presented her with a painting of their family, a beautiful oil of colors that rivaled the masters on the ceilings of grand Cathedrals. Who knew Nico had such talent until Giuseppe visited and saw the works in his man-cave. “I want one!” Giuseppe had demanded in his usual tone and expected Nico to say no simply because the man was often disagreeable. Yet, the stranger Nico acquiesced and asked, “What would you like realism, impressionism, what?”

Ha, the questions were not for an ignorant lover of beauty and Giuseppe’s response was direct. “Who gives a fuck cugino? I only want a family portrait to hang in my home!” Then he removed a picture from his wallet and placed it beside the different brushes sitting vertically in a can.

Nico did not pick up the picture, instead he simply eyed it, smirked and lifted the beer to his mouth and it hovered there. “What an ugly family photo. Where was that taken, the mall?”

“Vaffanculo, obviously, you are jealous!”

Nico had gulped the brew and it sprayed the floor at Giuseppe’s asinine remark. “Me…jealous…of you…what have you smoked cugino?”

“Eh,” Giuseppe said picking up his precious photo and waving a ringed hand at the bastard who he liked and sometimes hated. He thought the agreeable Nico was far better than the insolent arrogant enforcer; however, separating the two was as impossible as ripping color from the skin. “Never-mind cazzo. Tell Ari grazie for the lunch and I hope she leaves you soon!”

Three weeks had elapsed since then and he’d forgotten about the conversation. Unimportant things were always secondary to business, of course, forgetting their dinner date was not because Shanda was unimportant but there were meetings throughout the day and evening. Being a diplomat with surly men was time-consuming. Many took advantage of his newfound fake patience and tested its authenticity. Ah, he failed each time. Giuseppe Dichenzo admitted he was not concerned about petty issues. Who had such conditioning to sit and listen to silly squabbles such as Don Stupido’s mistress offended my wife at the market or Don Asshole hasn’t paid his tab in a year? These were minor spats and those which mattered were the only ones Giuseppe cared to mediate. Turf wars, newcomers and upstarts are where his attention lay. Yet, his bella knew nothing of his real troubles nor did she care. He’d arrived, albeit late but he’d come bearing gifts.

“I must go out,” he said standing, eager to find more affable company.

She looked at him. A fork was placed slowly down and she stood also. The dog must have sensed an altercation was imminent and he whined and lay on his paws near his master. “You come in here whenever the hell you please and then when I call you on your bullshit you want to run?”

“Run. No bella. I walk out the door. See?” he said and strode from the dining room.

Shanda yelled. “You walk out the door, stay out.”

He stopped and turned. “I will return.”

“No the fuck you won’t. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

The humor had fled. “What do you think you know?”

“You’re screwing Lucia aren’t you?”

Giuseppe’s humor returned in a chuckle. “You know nothing then.”

“I’m not going to play second to your bitch Giuseppe the Almighty. I mean it, the wedding is off!” she shouted and tossed the ring at his head.

He looked down at the ring. This was his grandmother’s flawless diamond, antique to some, but history in each carat. He picked it up from the floor lovingly and strolled to where she stood, took her hand and forced the ring back on her finger. “Let us be clear bella, you do not renege on a promise to
me. I love you but you do not give ultimatums to a Don!
”

He released her wrist and exited.

Shanda sank to the sofa. “Motherfucker,” she said to the darkness of the living room. This is when she wished she could turn back time. Giuseppe was like the other guys just finer with money but a lying sonovabitch nonetheless.

Maybe, this is what she gets for wanting what her Selange had. A man with eyes like Alfonzo didn’t mean he had his heart. Air her dirty laundry out is what occurred as a child slept upstairs and his father whored around on the mother after promising he wouldn’t. Yeah, she was jealous of Selange, what damn loveless woman wouldn’t be? Look at how her man adores her, kisses her feet and obsesses over her happiness in spite of what she did? Who loves like that, who the hell loves you even through the bad? A real love does, but Giuseppe didn’t love her that way and neither did her dad!

Men.

Shanda never cried over a motherfucker, but there’s a first for everything. She cried because she felt helpless to counter a powerful man’s offense. She cried because she’d been horrible to her best friend. It wasn’t Selange’s fault she had good genes and lucked up in the love department. Luck, heck it’s more like fate. She’d lost a mother dammit to gain Alfonzo, maybe that’s the part Shanda just began to understand. Evil stole and Good returned.

Then something made her stop the bawling. Hell, why was she crying? When she thought about things, she realized she was lucky. Her parents were alive, and this trial with Giuseppe wasn’t much different than those she faced before, except she didn’t have a child with any of those busted ass men and probably didn’t love them enough to want to hold on. They weren’t shit and neither was Giuseppe, he was just richer and better-looking and a beast in bed…and…oh hell…she loved him but she had to make a stand!

She got up and took out her cell to call Selange. The minute Selange answered Shanda exclaimed, “Don’t say it girl.” Her voice shook from emotion because out of all the fake bitches, Selange was really the one she trusted. She liked Amelda but they weren’t tight like that, besides the woman was Giuseppe’s brother. “Giuseppe’s back to being a man-whore and I’m sick of it…I’m fed up girlfriend!”