The Conglomerate: A Luxorious Tale (21 page)

             
“Cee I’m begging you, please don't do this to yourself. Petey is gone, but you still have your kids and a great career.” He meant every word that he said too. A true dichotomy, he sold the most addictive narcotic known to man. Yet, he was preaching against the use of hardcore drugs. “Have you been talking to anyone about what you’re going through?”

             
“I don't feel like being pitied upon. Plus people have their own problems. I don't want to get people down with mines.”

             
“You can’t get me down. If you need someone to talk to or lean on you can call me and I’m not coming at you sideways either.” He would never push up on her at such a vulnerable point. Jason wasn’t close friends with Petey, but through Zay they were really cool.

             
“I’m here for you and the kids, especially PJ.”

             
“When I start blowing you up don’t duck me,” she laughed wiping tears from her face.

             
“Never that.”

             
“Could you please not mention my little affair with the white girl to your brother or Joey?”

             
“For now I won’t, but if it ever gets to the point that you need help, I will talk to Joey.”

***

              That bitch ain’t shit either,
John Doe thought watching Jason and Cee from a table in a low lit corner of Del Frisco’s.
The dirt on her husband’s grave is still fresh and she up in this nigga face.
Feeling that Joey owed him also, John Doe figured he’d get it out of Zay’s lucrative operation. He’d been trailing Zay for days before discovering that Zay wasn’t really hands on with the work or the cash. Through his research he learned that Jason worked more closely with the money and the dope. Therefore, John Doe had been following Jason pretty closely.

             
At this point he’d obtained all of the information that he needed to make a move. Tired of playing silly mind games with Evan, John Doe decided that it was time to get serious, collect the paper that was rightfully his, and exact the appropriate revenge on Evan.

***

              “What does one woman need with all this space?” Reza asked Evan following Evan out of the dining room. During his king pin reign he’d lived in some of the finest homes, but nothing as opulent as Evan’s.

             
The pair had just finished a chef prepared dinner that Evan arranged for Reza’s arrival. He’d flown in that day for a two week visit. Since returning from her trip to Connecticut, Evan and Reza had spoken every day. At times they would talk for hours on end genuinely getting to know one another this time around.

             
Evan found him to be wiser, humbled, and truly introspective. Day after day she looked forward to his calls as did he. Soon the long distant conversations were not enough. With a busy wedding season starting, it was impossible for Evan to return to Connecticut. Longing to be in one another’s presence physically they agreed that it would be best for him to visit her.

             
“This is my dream house,” Evan stated while removing a bottle of Ace from the wine cooler behind the bar. She grabbed two champagne flutes from above the bar. “I wanted to live in it with all of this white furniture and carpet. I knew I had to do it before I had kids.”

             
“Ohh, so you do want to have kids?” Reza inquired.

             
Evan shrugged, “I’m not really sure. Every now and then I get baby fever, especially when I see my two best friends with their kids.” She twisted the cork of the champagne bottle until it popped off. “If I do have kids it will be when I slow down. I want to be a hands on mother, the same way my mom was with me”

             
“I can’t believe you don't have a man coming through here,” Reza said exploring the room.

             
“As you know,” she gave him a flute of champagne. “I have a history of choosing Mr. Wrong. So I fell back from serious dating for a while. It’s cool though, between a cold bottle of this,” she held up the bottle of Ace, “and my toys I’m good.”

             
“Your toys?” he raised his eyebrows. “I would like to see you play with your toys.”

             
“I bet you would, but it’s kind of a solo act.”

              “It doesn’t have to be.”

             
“Maybe later,” she blushed. “We have to get dressed for the party. The driver will be here in an hour and a half.”

             
“That’s plenty of time,” he eased up on her smiling coyly.

             
Everything about him was better than she remembered. His body was tight, his face was beautiful and her resistance for him was low. Reza grazed her cheek with his lips and his tongue along her ear lobe. “Hmm,” she moaned— her vagina jumping.

             
“You know how bad I want you?” he palmed her ass giving it a firm squeeze. “We got unfinished business to take care of.” He kissed her bare shoulder.

             
“Yes we do,” she said. “But, if I’m going to put on a show for you I’m going to need a much stronger drink.”

             
“I have something better than a drink to loosen you up.”

             
“What?
”
　Reza pulled out a clear baggie of beige translucent crystals.

             
“What the fuck?” Evan squealed. “I don't fuck with meth nigga.”

              Reza laughed. “Neither do I. This isn’t meth, its molly.”

             
“And what the hell is that? Because it sure looks like meth to me.”

             
“It’s MDMA, Pure ecstasy. No cocaine, heroin, or other chemicals.”

             
“Does it have you jacked up for hours like X? That’s what I hated about X pills when I used to pop them.”

             
“Nah, this is a real subtle high.”

             
Evan gave it a little thought, it had been a long time since she’d really let her hair down. “Okay, I’m game.”

             
Reza pinched a few small crystals out of the bag and placed them in the palm of her hand. Evan tossed them in mouth, took a swig of water, and scowled from the bitter taste. “Eww that shit is nasty just like X.”

             
Reza popped some and chased it down with champagne and pulled out a blunt of kush.

             
“How long does it take to kick in?” Evan asked.

             
“About twenty minutes. If you take a shot of something strong and hit this,” he held up the blunt. “You’ll feel it sooner than that.”

             
Evan poured a double shot of Patron and tossed it back. After hitting the blunt a few times she went to her room and retrieved her favorite toy. On the way back to the parlor, euphoria ascended over her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.               “Whew!” she swayed side to side.

             
“What does that little thing supposed to do?” Reza pointed at the small vibrator.               “My dick is bigger than that.”

             
“This,” she held up the lavender vibrator by its slim handle, “Is an eight hundred dollar premium toy. The motor is very powerful, yet it is quieter than a church mouse. It’s the best on the market.”

             
“Word, well show me how well it works.”

             
The molly had Evan feeling extremely uninhibited; she reached behind her neck and pulled the tie to her halter dress loose. It fell to the floor revealing her bare breast and a soft pink thong. Taking a seat on the edge of a nineteen-twenty inspired stark white chaise, Evan opened her legs and spread eagle. Her stomach fluttered as Reza took a seat directly in front of the chaise for an up close view.

             
Evan pushed her thong to the side, licked the tips of her fingers, and moistened her clit with the saliva. She powered on the vibrator to the medium setting. She stroked her vagina lips with the round silicon head a few times to entice herself. Her clit throbbed as if it were begging to be touched by the vibrator. Placing the vibrator on the tip of her clit she massaged the vibrator against it. A wave of pleasure like she never experienced electrified her body. “Oh God,” she screamed locking eyes with Reza. She knew that he was turned on and that turned her on even more.

             
Reza moved over to the chaise and slid behind her. Cupping her breast he licked and sucked her neck and shoulders. Evan turned the vibrator on high. Leaning back against him her ass raised slightly above the chaise, as she gyrated and wound her waist rhythmically. The pleasure became more intense with each stroke of the vibrator, and each touch, kiss, or lick from Reza.

             
In a sexy voice barely a notch above a whisper, Reza spoke into Evan’s ear, “Tell me how it feels.”

             
“Wonderful. Ahhhh. Better than it has ever felt before. Ooooh baby.” Trembling, her body stiffened, and water slipped from the outer corner of her eyes. Evan’s walls contracted hard as cream tumbled down them and exploded all over the white chaise.               Enjoying the mind blowing orgasm she continued to rub her clit with the vibrator leading to multiple orgasms back to back. After the last nut she cut off the toy and tossed it to the side. She wanted to feel Reza inside of her.

             
Turning around Evan tried to ease him back and mount him. Holding her off by the shoulders, Reza asked, “What are you doing?”

             
“I want to ride you.”

            
 

“There is no time for that. I told you I only wanted to watch and remember we can’t be late for your friend’s dinner.”

             
“We can be late, we’re only going for drinks and dessert since we already had dinner.” High and horny Evan pleaded. “We can do it one time.”

             
“Nah, ’cause once we start we’re not going to stop”

             
“Alright,” she caved. “Let’s get dressed. I’m ready to get back home and we haven’t even left.”

             
Evan retreated to her bedroom, while Reza went into a guest room to get dressed. After a steaming hot shower, quick hair and makeup; Evan emerged from her bedroom in a cream cotton tank, cream linen cuffed short-shorts and gold strappy four inch Jimmy Choo heels.

             
Still floating from the molly she strutted into the parlor with more confidence than usual. Reza was sitting next to the bar drinking a tumbler of Remy XO.

             
Immediately Evan sized him up, “Givenchy tee, Balmain jeans, and McQueen sneakers. Boy you sure are stunt 1-0-1 for a construction worker just coming home from a ten year bid.”

             
“I was fly when you met me.
”



            
 
“Yes, you were,” she agreed grinning.

             
“I’m going to always be that way too.”