Misty (6 page)

Sergio was running game, but hearing bullshit spoken in a sexy, Spanish accent was pleasing to the ear, and having nothing better to do, Anya decided to play along with him.

“I'm not pining over any lost love,” Anya said sassily. “The sorrow you saw in my eyes was due to regret when I thought the man of my dreams was going to pass by my table without giving me as much as a second look.”
Damn, I said that shit like a well-seasoned player.

Momentarily rendered speechless by the fact that Anya could verbally go toe-to-toe with him, Sergio beckoned the server as he
gathered himself. “Bring me the most expensive bottle you've got. I want to celebrate meeting the prettiest lady in the house tonight. And send some bottles to my friends over there.” He gestured to his boys.

Anya pointed to the bottle of Patrón Silver and smiled devilishly. “I already bought the best they have to offer.”

“My personal stash of liquor is not on the menu.”

The server gave Sergio a head nod and quickly disappeared. When she returned she was carrying a silver ice bucket that contained a bottle of Ace of Spades. A few yards away, a different server delivered three bottles of the expensive champagne to Sergio's friends. The sounds of bottles popping echoed throughout the VIP area.

“A toast to the beginning of a beautiful new friendship,” Sergio said, and clinked his flute against Anya's. She sipped the liquid and was surprised by the explosion of flavors that slid down her throat with the smooth texture of raw silk.

“I don't usually like champagne, but this is so good,” Anya expressed, licking her lips.

“Only the best for you. I'm going to make it my business to heal those scars on your heart.”

Anya held out her hands in exasperation. “There's nothing wrong with my heart. Why do you keep insisting that I've been hurt?”

“I know a wounded soul when I see one. I wouldn't be where I am today if I couldn't read people.”

“Well, you're wrong about me,” she said, and took a gulp of champagne.

“Okay, I'll let it go until you're ready to talk about it. In the meantime, I'd like to ask you something—what's your name, ma-ma?”

“It's Anya.”

“Beautiful,” he said, reaching for her hand and bringing it up to
his mouth. With slightly parted lips, he softly kissed her hand and Anya felt a quickening in the pit of her stomach and a clenching between her legs.
Damn, I miss Brick.
What she was feeling for Sergio was a only a physical reaction. She hadn't had sex in a while and her body was announcing that it was time for her to end the dry spell.

Sergio, with his fine self, obviously had a hard-on for her, so why mince words?

“I'd like to get together with you later on tonight, so my question is…my place or yours?” Anya said with a sexy smile.

More than likely, most chicks went after Sergio because of his money, power, and good looks. But Anya wasn't interested in any of that. All she wanted was some dick for one night only—nothing more. With merely the kiss of her hand, he'd demonstrated that he could make her pussy pucker, and if he could fuck half as good as Brick, then the time spent together would be well worth her time.

“I see that you're the type of lady who speaks her mind; I like that.”

Anya leaned back and took another sip of champagne. “And I like the fact that you have very good taste in women as well as champagne.”

Sergio laughed at the slick way Anya had given herself a compliment. “Why don't we get out of here?” His dark eyes probed hers.

“I can't. My friend is down there on the dance floor, and I brought her here. It wouldn't be right to ditch her over a strong back and a handsome face.” Anya was throwing hint after hint that she wasn't interested in anything more than a good time. A man like Sergio was accustomed to women throwing themselves at him, but he wouldn't have to worry about Anya blowing up his phone or showing up unexpectedly at the places he hung out.

“I'll make sure your friend gets home safe and sound. Excuse
me for a minute.” Sergio rose to his feet and glided across the room toward his friends.

Moments later, Natalie returned to the table, sweaty and winded. “Girl, you need to get on the dance floor and have some fun.” She glimpsed at the bottle of champagne and her eyes widened. “Where'd that come from?”

“Sergio bought it,” Anya said with a sly smile.

Natalie immediately scanned the area. Spotting Sergio standing at a table amongst his entourage, she gave Anya a look of delighted surprise. “Sergio bought champagne for us?”

“Actually, he bought it for me and him to share, but you're welcome to have some.”

“Hmph. Apparently, all that illegal money he makes ain't so bad after all,” Natalie said snidely as she poured champagne.

“Ah, that was a good one; you got me,” Anya said with laughter in her voice. Little did Natalie know that Anya's interest in Sergio had nothing to do with his money and status. Sergio seemed like the ideal candidate to put out the fire that raged between Anya's legs whenever she reminisced about making love with Brick.

S
ergio returned to Anya's table with a serious-looking dude who had intense, hawk-like eyes that didn't miss anything. He stood with the erect stance of a Marine.

“This is Majid, he's my right-hand man and he'll get your friend home safely,” Sergio said. Majid was all business; he nodded curtly, but didn't crack a smile. There was something sinister about him. He had the deadly air of a viper, and Anya glanced at Natalie warily, wondering if she was being left in good hands.

“Natalie, are you okay with this because I won't leave if you're uncomfortable?” Anya said in a hushed tone.

Natalie was looking at Majid with lustful appreciation. “Girl, it's cool; I didn't come out to be grinning in your face all night. I'm like a kid in a candy store being left in the care of all those fine ballers. Don't worry about me, go ahead and do you.” She moistened her lips as she surveyed the handsome men who sat at Sergio's table. After catching their eyes, she suddenly bent over, and without warning, she gripped her ankles and started shaking her ass in time to the music, announcing to everyone in the VIP that she was a freak.

Anya looked away in embarrassment. “What's wrong with you, Natalie? Control yourself.”

“Girl, I'm having fun. Being in the VIP with a bunch of ballers
spending money on me is a fantasy of mine, and I'm gonna make sure this is a night to remember.”

“What do you mean?”

Natalie winked. “Know that while you're getting it poppin' with Sergio, I'm gon' be turnt up right here in the club.” Natalie cast a glance in the darkened area in the back, insinuating that she planned on dropping her drawers in the public venue. Smiling, she continued to perform her sexy dance. Anya raised a brow, but kept her thoughts to herself. If fucking ballers in the VIP was Natalie's idea of a good time, then so be it.

Majid rejoined Sergio's crew at their table, where the men leaned back in their seats, smiling lustfully as they were entertained by Natalie's twerking and sensual gyrations. Though Majid sat with his boys, observing Natalie's impromptu, dirty dance routine, his expression remained serious and he seemed unfazed.

Soon after, Anya and Sergio left the club, but they didn't leave alone. Noticing that two members of Sergio's entourage walked behind them, Anya glanced nervously at Sergio.

“I don't make any moves without several pairs of eyes on me,” he explained.

She nodded in understanding, though she felt somewhat uncomfortable being in the company of a trio of men she didn't know. As she drove to her apartment with Sergio riding shotgun, her eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, keeping an eye on the Range Rover that tailed them.

“Nothing to be concerned about,” Sergio assured her. “My men are discreet; they'll wait for me outside your building.”

She let out a sigh of relief. In her mind, she had pictured the two men sitting in her living room, listening to every sound that emerged from her bedroom while she and Sergio got to know each other better.

•  •  •

Sergio's superb bedroom skills had Anya panting, twisting and turning, and yelling profanities. “Fuck me! Take all this wet pussy, it's yours,” she declared while caught up in the throes of passion.

“Oh, yeah? This pussy belongs to me?” Sergio said calmly as he slowly and expertly repositioned her body so that her face was down and her ass was up in the air. With Anya in a position of complete surrender, Sergio slow-stroked and spoke to her in Spanish. She didn't know what the hell he was saying but it sounded sexy as shit. With dick deep in her gut, Anya could only moan while she clutched the sheets.

Most men in power positions, preferred to lay back and take, preferring to let the random chicks they picked up, jump through hoops to satisfy them. But Sergio was putting in work. The sweat that trickled down his well-developed body was evidence of that.

With her cheek pressed against the mattress, Anya's eyes landed on Sergio's 9mm that was holstered and placed on her nightstand. The sight of the weapon reminded her of the blood she and Brick had spilled during their rampage of revenge that began in Philly and ended in Los Angeles. Excitement motivated her to buck backward, slamming her ass into Sergio's groin.

“Oh, yeah, throw that pussy at me, ma-ma,” Sergio prompted, alternately squeezing her hips and then lightly smacking her ass.

She recalled how she had forced Kaymar Crawford to suck the nozzle of the gun like he was giving head. That memory along with Sergio's dick caressing her inner walls heightened her sexual pleasure. The feeling was so intense, Anya squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. When she opened them, once again, she was staring at the gun on the nightstand, and the sight of it was a visual aphrodisiac. Her body jerked as an orgasm erupted and tore through her system.

Aroused by the quick, spastic vaginal muscles that continuously
gripped his shaft, Sergio quickened the pace of his stroke. His voice rose in volume, as he spoke Spanish even more passionately. His own climax was accompanied by a thunderous roar that completely drowned out Anya's voice as she softly whimpered Brick's name.

•  •  •

As Sergio got dressed, his eyes took in Anya's luxury apartment. “This is a fly little spot you got here,” Sergio complimented, looking around Anya's place. “What do you do for a living?”

“Not much.”

“So, who's my competition? Who's paying for all this?”

“I pay my own bills.”

“I thought you didn't have a job…” Sergio paused as enlightenment brightened his eyes. “Let me guess? You work for a high-class escort service while you're putting yourself through college?”

Anya laughed. “Nah, I'm not into anything like that.”

“Then how do you make ends meet?”

Anya's eyes lowered and sorrow softened her voice. “I received an inheritance after my mom passed.”

“Sorry for your loss.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“But the pain is like it happened yesterday,” he said knowingly.

“You're right. Anyway, until I figure out what kind of profession I want to get into, I'm simply coasting through life.”

“You want to coast with me?” he asked, revealing a look of vulnerability in his dark, mesmerizing eyes.

“What are you asking me?” Naked, Anya lay on her side with an elbow propped up, and her head resting on her palm.

“I'm asking you to spend some time with me. I spend most of
my days and nights out in the streets; it would be a nice change of pace to come home to a shorty that I really cared about.”

“But you don't even know me.” Anya felt somewhat frantic. She had expected a handsome, major hustler like Sergio to bust a nut and be on his way, but here he was, talking about spending quality time together. The problem was, she wasn't feeling him in the same way.

“What's wrong, don't you believe in destiny? I was standing behind you when you and your friend were about to enter the club. I didn't even have to see your face to know that you were the woman I've been waiting for. I've done my share of dirt, but that doesn't mean that I don't talk with the Man above and ask for forgiveness. I didn't choose this life; it chose me. Generations of my family have been in the game, but we're still human and want that perfect person to love.”

Love? What the fuck!
“No disrespect, Sergio. We both had a good time, but love is the last thing that I'm looking for. I'm simply trying to enjoy life, and along the way, maybe I'll learn how to smile again.”

“I can put that smile back on your face if you give me a chance.”

“I don't understand where this is coming from. I assumed you'd smash and keep it moving. I expected you to treat me the way hustlers treat any woman who's willing to give up an easy piece of ass. Love 'em and leave 'em…isn't that part of the game?”