The Conglomerate: A Luxorious Tale (13 page)

             
“As soon as Jason closes up I’ll be home.”

             
At home Joey made herself a grape martini then she went into Zay’s smoke stash. She retrieved a swisher sweet cigarillo and two small buds of Kush. Joey split the swisher down the middle emptied the contents, grinded up the buds between her fingertips, and sprinkled the fragrant weed over the cigarillo paper then twisted it up. Joey was an occasional smoker. She’d smoked from time to time with Zay, on vacation, or on days like this when she needed to elevate her thinking.

             
With a martini in one hand and a blunt in the other Joey got comfortable on the couch in the family room. For the sake of having some noise in the house she powered the television on. Different parts of Evan’s story played out vividly in Joey’s mind as she smoked and sipped. Joey even began to question her own judgment especially since she’d always fancied herself a good judge of character. The liquor, weed, and the non-stop running began to come down on her and she soon dozed off into a sound sleep.

             
At about seven-thirty that morning Zay lightly shook his sleeping wife’s body. Stirring out of her deep sleep, Joey rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked at her husband then at her watch and back at her husband. From his appearance Joey knew that he had just gotten in. “I know you didn’t break day,” she said sitting up.

             
“I called you to let you know that some important business came up. You didn’t answer so I text you when you didn’t reply I figured that you were knocked out.”

Joey peeked at her phone and saw the missed calls and text message. “I smoked some
of your Kush, it put me on my ass. I was out before I knew it.”

             
“You back on your smoking shit now?”

             
“You know how I do?” she replied smiling coyly.

             
“Since you smoking,” Zay pulled her close and began kissing her on the neck,               “smoke one with me.”

             
After eleven years his kisses still made her body shake. “Okay,” she purred.

             
“Go upstairs and put something sexy on for me. I’m going to twist up a few and make sure Jason is good.”

             
“Jason’s here?
”



             
“He in the guest room lying down until it’s time for his flight to leave.
”



             
“Where is he going?”

             
“Out west. Go ahead and get right I wanna get up in that for the next couple of hours before we pick up the kids.”

             
Obliging her husband Joey retreated to their bedroom. After a quick shower, she covered herself in shimmering lotion and generously sprayed Bvlgari, Zay’s favorite, on her body. Joey smiled at her reflection. She looked damn good in a lace sheer deep purple bra and matching V-string lace thong, especially for a woman that had given birth to four kids. She applied a light gloss to her lips and entered the bedroom. Dressed only in over-sized basketball shorts Zay sat on the California King sized bed with his feet up leaning back against the upholstered tufted headboard puffing on a blunt. A carafe of mimosa that was prepared, two champagne flutes, and a plate of tropical fruits were on the  stand next to the bed. Joey picked up the carafe, filled both glasses, and handed one to Zay. Simultaneously he passed the blunt to her. Joey hit a few times, passed it back, picked her glass up, and downed the mimosa causing a sensual euphoric feeling to come down over her. Sexily she stretched out across the center of the bed.

             
Zay slid down next to her, using his hands he navigated her body, simply touching some parts, squeezing, and massaging others. Through the sheer material he gently bit, sucked, and licked her stiff nipples. As his hands neared her throbbing middle she spread her thighs wide giving him great access. Intertwining their tongues they kissed passionately. With his fingertips Zay massaged her clit in a circular motion making her completely melt and moan in pleasure. Her inner walls tightened as her juices began to drip down. Just as she was about to cum the conversation with Evan from the prior night flashed into mind.
Damn I need to tell Zay, but this feels too good,
Joey told herself,
there is no way I’m ruining it
. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind she exploded all over Zay’s hand.

             
Flipping Joey onto her stomach, Zay palmed her round ass, and opened her cheeks. Repeatedly he stroked from her clit to her anus with his tongue. As bad as he wanted to stick his swollen rod in that mouth that he absolutely loved, he couldn’t resist going in the warm, pink, and cream coated hole that was poking up at him. He eased just the head in then pulled it out. Zay dipped it in and out a few more time. This little trick sent shivers down Joey’s spine and as much as she liked it she wanted all of him inside of her.

             
“Stop teasing,” she panted over his shoulder. “Put it in.”

             
“How bad you want me up in that?
”



            
 
“Bad.”

              “How bad,” he toyed.

             
“Very bad,” she whimpered as he continued to tease her by tracing her wet folds with the tip of his dick.

             
Zay unhooked her bra, cupping her breast he entered her from behind.

             
“Yessss baby,” Joey gushed squeezing him tight with her vaginal muscles.

Reaching down with
his hand he played with her clit while stroking her forcefully. With each stroke, Joey’s cream cascaded over his shaft. The hot moist flesh had Zay ready to erupt, but he held it because he wanted to feel her cum while he was inside of her. Knowing what to do, he began nibbling on the crease between her neck and shoulder. Flicking his tongue back and sucking on that spot, he could feel her walls contracting in and out followed by an explosion of creamy liquid.

             
“Awwwww,” Joey gasped pleasured by the intense orgasm that she was experiencing. The pulsating walls thumping against his dick sent waves of ecstasy through Zay’s body as he released an overwhelmingly satisfying nut inside of Joey. They spent the following two hours making aggressive, yet passionate, love. When they were finished Zay went off to shower and Joey remained in bed checking and returning numerous emails. She’d decided to tell him about her meeting with Evan once he was done showering. The constant vibrating of Zay’s IPhone on the nightstand was distracting Joey from what she was doing. Joey picked up the phone to turn the vibrate feature off when the text on the screen caught her eye.
“Baby I think I caught your cold...”

             
Blood boiling she called the number back. There was no answer or no personal message on the voice mail, just the standard automated greeting. Butt naked Joey stormed in the bathroom like a category four hurricane.

              “Who is this bitch you fucking with now!” she angrily demanded to know.

             
“What are you talking about?”

             
“This,” Joey shoved the phone in his face.

             
Zay snatched the phone from her hand, looking over the message he responded.               “Man, you flipping over nothing this is a broad I do business with.”

    
              “Yeah fucking right Zay, I don’t even SEE you right now, ’cause you on some bullshit.

    
“Why are you going through my phone after we just had a good morning?”

“Fuck you! I wasn’t going through your phone I was trying to stop it from vibrating. And if I was going through it so-the-fuck-what?” she said pushing past him to turn the shower water on.

             
“I don’t go through your phones.”

             
“Yes you do and don’t try to flip this around on me because you got caught.” Joey stepped into the shower shutting the glass shower door so hard a small crack inched across middle of it. After the shower she dressed in simple turquoise halter maxi dress, accessorizing it with huge flat gold hoops, multiple size gold bangles, and gold thong gladiator flat sandals. Grabbing her beige Artsy bag, she headed out for some quality fun time with her kids.

             
On Joey’s way to the garage she passed through the kitchen, where Zay and his brother Jason were sitting at the island eating. They were also discussing the trip that Jason was about to depart for.

             
“What up Joey?” Jason spoke.

             
“Hi J,” she responded dryly as she grabbed a juice from the refrigerator. Joey could feel Zay’s eyes watching her, refusing to acknowledge him as she headed for the garage.             

             
“Ayo,” Zay hollered.“Where are you going?
”

One foot out the door she inhaled deeply, turning around full of attitude she replied, “I’m going to check on Cee then I’m going to get
my kids,
and take them out for an afternoon of fun.

             
“I thought that we were going to do that together.”

             
Smiling coldly she suggested, “Go do something with that bitch you gave your cold to.” She slammed the door behind her.

             
“Oooh sister-in-law is pissed...what was that all about?” Jason asked.

             
“Some complete bullshit. Remember that stripper Trini I was fucking with a few years ago.”

             
“Yeah.”

             
“I don’t know if you saw her last night, but she was in the bar. She was all pressed as usual, trying to be nice I blew her off by telling her I wasn’t there to party.” Zay got up to get some more food from the oven. “I’m like I gotta cold. I just came through to see my brother. That’s when I came back and posted up in your office. Then this morning that bitch text me talking about
baby I think I caught your cold
and Joey saw it.”

             
Laughing, Jason shook his head. “That’s not good. I’m surprised she didn’t take your head off.”

             
“I’m surprised she didn’t either! She cursed me out lightly and let it go.” Zay wondered why his wife didn’t make a much bigger deal about it. He did know that the less a woman said the less she cared and the less she cared the more likely it was that there was someone else.
Not my wife,
Zay reasoned with himself. “Anyway, back to business. Is the money lined up?”

             
“Yeah, Harper has the certified checks and she’s going to meet me at the airport. When we get there I’m going to meet up with Asaad Nyfeed to make sure that shipments go out and we’ll be back in the air.”

             
The plans for Zay’s second to last shipment of heroine were coming together perfectly. Following the shipment after the next one he would be out the drug distribution business for good. He knew nothing was perfect until the product touched down, hit the streets, and the profit had been made. Zay tried to have faith that everything was going to go according to plan, but there was eeriness in the air that he couldn’t put his finger on.