The Conglomerate: A Luxorious Tale (17 page)

             
“You are so sexy. I’ve been wanting you for so long.” he caressed the left side of her face.

             
Joey slapped his hand away, “Ayo what the fuck is wrong with you yo!”

              “Cut it out you know that you want me too. I see the way you look at me.” he leaned to kiss her.

             
Pushing back in the chair, she mushed his face back. “Get out of my office right now!” she demanded loudly. “You’re drunk and you need to leave.” She pointed at the door.

             
Leering at her, an evil scowl spread across Dawhar’s face. He closed his hand into a tight fist. In that instant Joey felt in imminent danger. Dawhar backhanded her, knocking her out the chair and onto the floor face first. He grabbed her hair, “Bitch get up,” he pulled her up to her knees and ripped the top of her jumpsuit. Using his free hand he fondled her bare chest. “Hmm they’re softer than imagined. Let’s see if that mouth is as wet as it looks.”

             
Dazed from the backhand Joey’s vision was foggy, but she could see that he was unzipping his pants. Panicked, a jolt of adrenaline cleared her sight as she began clawing at his hand in an attempt to free herself from his tight grasp. “Let me go,” she cried out while desperately trying to wiggle away.

             
“Be still bitch,” he slapped her. “Open your mouth,” he growled, his stumpy stiff erect penis protruding from his pants.

             
Joey clinched her jaws together firmly locking her jaws, she refused to open her mouth. Dawhar punched Joey striking her nose and mouth.

She slumped to the ground where she caught a quick glimpse of her purse
beneath her desk. Once more he snatched her up by her hair and rubbed his genitals against her face. Squeezing her face he continued to try to force her mouth ajar. “Open up bitch,” he said, foam forming in the corners of his mouth.

             
Squirming she tried to keep his dick from touching her face as she fumbled through her purse with her left hand.
Come on, come on,
she thought,
where is it?
Tears began to fall as realized she was fighting a losing battle. Her fingers tips grazed the item that she was searching for,
thank God.
Joey snatched her hand from her purse producing a black stun gun. Sticking it firmly against Dawhar’s outer thigh and with a push of the button she released 50,000 volts into his body. Dawhar collapsed onto his back shaking and convulsing horribly.

             
Panting hard, she held onto the desk, and pulled herself up. Joey picked up the receiver and dialed Bev’s extension.

             
Recognizing the extension Bev answered quickly, “Hey Joey what do you need?”

             
“Come to my office. Bring security.
”



             
“Are you ok?”

             
“No. Please hurry!” Joey placed the receiver on the hook. She looked at Dawhar in a semi-conscious state as he moaned and gurgled. Anger filled Joey’s body; she picked up the heavy multiline phone and slammed it down onto his head.

             
“You perverted muthafucka,” she kicked and stomped him with the one shoe that she still hand on. Losing her footing, she slipped and landed on her ass. Falling made her angrier. On her knees she scrambled to his head, swinging madly she hammered his face and chest with her fist and forearms.

             
Bev burst through the door. “Joey,” she shrieked. Slipping out of her blazer Bev rushed over, wrapped the blazer around Joey’s shoulders, and drug her away from Dawhar. Seconds later four security guards stormed the room only to be flabbergasted by the sight of the NFL star stretched out on the floor. Taking notice of Joey’s blood smeared swelling face, Bev asked, “Sweetheart, what happened in here?”

             
Trembling Joey stammered, “He-he-he,” she struggled to get the words out, “he tried to rape me.” She buried her face into Bev’s chest so that the guards would not see her crying.

             
“Get him outta here,” Bev ordered. The star struck guards were slow to move.               “What are you standing there for! I said get him out here NOW!” she roared.               With some pep they each took hold of a limb and carried him out. “I'll call the police,” she said reached for phone clipped to her waist band.

             
“No police,” Joey told her. “We’ve had enough bad publicity.”

Bev knew that it wasn’t just about the bad publicity. She came from a family and neighborhood that didn’t believe in running to the police. They solved their own problems. “At some point you should report this; he doesn’t need to get away with this. Do you want me to call Zay?”

             
“Not yet, I have to get my head together first. I have to tell him my way or else he will kill that man.” Joey was telling the truth; though Zay wasn’t menacingly violent he was in a line of work that could call for violence at the drop of a dime. On more than one occasion Zay had to resort to violence. In the beginning of their relationship Joey had bared witness to her husband killing a man. Therefore, she knew exactly what he was capable of.

             
“The only thing that I want is Dawhar off the property and for you to keep the event going smoothly.”

             
“Are you sure? I don't think you should be alone right now.”

             
“Yes, I’m okay to hide out in here until closing.”

             
“Alright, I’ll be back to check on you shortly.” Bev moved for the door.

             
“Bev,” Joey called out to her.

             
“Yes,” she looked back.

             
“Thank you.”

              “There is nothing to thank me for. But you are welcome.”

Joey went into her office bathroom, when she saw her reflection in the mirror she was mort
ified. Not only was she swelling, she could see the onset of purple bruises. Unable to stand her appearance she turned from the mirror and started the shower. Over and over she washed her face scrubbing it hard. It was excruciating, but she just wanted to get any trace of his nasty ass genitals off of her skin.

             
How could I let this happen
? She couldn’t begin to wrap her mind around the violation that she experienced. Crushed and humiliated she leaned against the shower wall, slid down to the floor, curled up in the fetal position, and cried like a baby. After a while she pulled herself off the floor and got out the shower. She went into the closet inside the bathroom and put on a white V-neck and a pair of jeans. When she exited the bathroom Joey found her two best friends sitting on the white leather couch talking.

             
“Oh my God!” Cee jumped up. “What happened to your face?”

             
Evan stood up, “Aww sweetie,” she moved in for a closer look.

             
“What are ya’ll doing here?” Joey asked relieved to see them and didn’t care about the rift between her and Evan. At the moment she needed a friend and was grateful to have her two best friends at her side.

             
“Bev called me,” Cee replied. “She said that you had an emergency.”

             
“I just got back into town,” Evan mentioned still staring at Joey’s face in disbelief.               “I came to see how the event was going. That’s enough about us, what the fuck happened to you?”

             
“Dawhar Bradley happened to me,” Joey plopped down on the couch.

             
There was a knock at the door. “I got it,” Evan said and opened it.

             
Isadora was standing there with a tray containing a magnum of ice, a bottle of coconut Ciroc, and a carafe of pineapple juice. “Bev sent this up for Joey and I still need the membership cards from Joey.”

             
“Okay,” Evan said dryly taking the tray. She wasn’t too fond of Isadora; Evan didn’t like the way Isadora looked at her. It wasn’t just the looks. There was something about Isadora that she couldn’t place her finger on. “Wait right here.” She pushed the door closed with her foot. Evan sat the tray down. “Joey, where do you keep the member cards?”

             
“Oh, um there should be some that I took out on top of my desk.”

Evan picked them up and went back to the door. She opened it and handed the cards to Is
adora.

             
“Thank-” she was cut off by Evan closing the door.