The Conglomerate: A Luxorious Tale (22 page)

             
“I guess construction pays better than I thought,” she said eyeing the black diamond bezel Audemar and black diamond bracelet affixed to his wrist.

             
“Construction does pay more decent than I imagined,” he looked down at himself. But construction didn’t pay for any of this,” Reza waved his hand over his body. “This is that 1995 blow money sweetheart.” He stated freely something that he would’ve never done had he not been high. “Yeah, they put a nigga down for a decade, but they didn’t get the money I buried in my Grandma’s backyard.”

             
A coded knock on an interior door on the side of the parlor interrupted them.

             
“I thought we were alone.” A startled Reza said.

             
“We are in the house, but this door leads to the private apartment above the garage. Rhamel, the head of security at The Enclave, is staying up there. He’s been providing personal security for me since all this madness started getting more and more out of control.” She unlocked the door’s deadbolt, and opened it.

             
Rhamel entered the room; he paused in the doorway momentarily at the sight of Reza.

             
“Come on in Rhamel, this is my friend Reza and Reza this is Rhamel.”

             
The two men exchanged a half ass head nods.

             
“Evan, the car service is here,” Rhamel announced.

             
“Let’s roll,” she replied leading the way out. “Rhamel, Reza will be here for the next two weeks and after tonight I will not be moving around too much at night. Unless we’re at the Enclave you can pretty much have your evenings to yourself.”

             
“Okay boss lady,” he responded jealous and dismayed by Reza’s presence. Over the course of providing Evan with personal security Rhamel had built a rapport with her through talking, joking and laughing. They’d even had some personal conversation, but never inappropriate or intimate. Foolishly he thought that they were on the verge of something more.
How does she know he isn’t her stalker ole slick ass up north nigga,
Rhamel thought eyeing him suspiciously.

             
A black Maybach 67 was idling in Evan’s circular driveway. The driver, Curtis, a middle age black gentleman was holding the rear passenger door open for Evan and Reza to enter. Rhamel took his place in the front passenger seat.

             
“Miss Evan would you like the partition up?” Curtis asked.

             
“Yes please.”

             
Once the partition was up Reza said, “Let me find out this cornbread fed nigga is your boyfriend.” Evan burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

              “You must never tell that joke again.”

             
“I’m not joking I peeped how dude was looking at me.”

             
“That kush and molly got you tripping,” Evan leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of Cliquot Rose’ from the bucket of ice. She poured a glass, passed it to Reza, and poured one for herself. She raised her glass.

             
“To us this time around.”

             
“To us,” he tapped his glass against hers.

             
“You the only dude I got in my sights on,” Evan kissed him slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth and sucking his bottom lip assuringly.

             
By the time they arrived at Chima Brazilian Steakhouse the birthday girl and her guest were filing out. The party wasn’t over though; Evan and Reza followed the crowd to Diamonds Gentlemen’s club where they partied in a large VIP section reserved for the birthday party guest. Evan and Reza popped more molly, consumed monstrous amounts of liquor, and tossed racks upon racks of ones.

             
Evan danced seductively on Reza. The strippers and the sexual tension were at fever pitch. Standing against the wall on security duty, an irked Rhamel tried not to watch. It was impossible. His dick swelled with every shake and pop of Evan’s. At one point he’d gotten so into it he started unconsciously squeezing his dick and Reza saw him. Snapping out of his trance, Rhamel realized what he was doing and quickly tucked his hands in his pocket. Looking around to make sure no one saw him, he locked eyes with Reza.

             
Laughing Reza shook his head,
fucking pervert ass clown.
Smirking, he winked at Rhamel then pulled Evan close fondling her breast and inner thighs. He licked her neck and mouthed at Rhamel, “Nigga, you know what it is.”

             
Steamed Rhamel left the VIP section talking to himself.
Taking shit from some fuck boy is not part of my job description
. Outside, he thought about calling a cab to leave, but he saw Curtis standing outside the Maybach smoking. Rhamel joined him.               After a few smokes and chatting about the NBA finals Rhamel calmed down. He decided that he wasn’t going to let Reza get in the way of the excellent pay that he was receiving from Evan.

             
Opening the door to re-enter the club he bumped into Evan and Reza. Greatly intoxicated, Evan wore a wide grin and sang, “Hey Rhaaaaa, we ready to blow this joint.”

             
“Okay boss lady,” he replied holding the door for them.

Inside the car Evan and Reza popped more molly and got off into each other real heavy. Evan knelt before
him and pleasured him orally for ten minutes. When she finished he propped her up in the seat, yanked her shorts off forcefully, pushed her legs back parting them wide, and dove in tongue first. Using his mouth he made love to her tender mouth for the duration of the ride.

             
Arriving back at Evan’s, Rhamel entered the apartment through the garage entrance. Evan and Reza had barely made it through door when they started ripping each other’s clothes off. They were unable to contain themselves and started fucking on the floor of the foyer. Once they finished, they moved into the parlor and got it in on her vintage white couch. Five positions and thirty minutes later, in much need of being hydrated, they went into the kitchen, refueled on liquids then had another round of sex on the center island.

             
With plenty of juice and water in hand they finally made their way to Evan’s bedroom. They continued to go at it like wild beasts on the floor, in the bed, in the shower and then back in the bed. By the time they finished the sun was up and the birds were chirping. Totally exhausted they fell into a deep slumber until late afternoon.

Chapter 7

             
On her sixth and last full day in Dubai, Joey returned to the Atlantis resort from a massive shopping spree from BurJuman and Wafi malls. She had so many bags from Chanel, Escada, Saks, Louis Vuitton, and Bugatti Bmore, that the bell hops had to load them onto two carts and follow her to the suite.

             
“My Lord!” Dorenda gasped when Joey entered the suit with the bellhops in tow.               “What did you do buy? The entire mall out?”

             
“I know that it’s a lot, but I need all of these things for Miami. I won’t have time to do anything in Charlotte. When we land there tomorrow Zay and I are only staying a few hours and then we’ll be back in the air.”

             
She rifled through her purse in search of dirhams to tip the bellhops. In a matter of seconds they’d unloaded both carts and organized the shopping bags from smallest to largest in four neat rows. “Thank you,” Joey said handing them seventy-three dirhams a piece. Joey closed the door behind them and flopped down on the chair opposite Dorenda.

             
“Mommy, I am worn out.”

             
“I bet you are, toting all them bags around and it’s hotter than Hades out there.”

             
“You know if you would’ve come with me; there would be three times the bags than that.”

             
“After shopping at that ridiculously huge mall and the street markets. I

didn’t think that there was any more shopping to be done.”

              “Listen, BurJuman and Wafi are the truth! If I would’ve gone to those malls first I wouldn’t have bought anything at that Dubai mall for myself.”

             
“They were that nice?”

             
“Yes ma’am they were.
”



            
 
“Well,” Dorenda sighed. “If I ever get to come back I will check them out.”

             
“What do you mean if?” Joey smiled with a raised brow. “We’re coming for an adult only trip, so we can take part in all that this city has to offer for people older than four-ten fourteen.”

             
Joey and Dorenda were close like mother and biological daughter. It hadn’t always been that way. In the beginning, Dorenda was highly skeptical of Joey whom she’d pegged as just another pretty face gold digger like all the others that Zay kept around. Even seven months into their relationship, when Zay made it known that Joey wasn’t just another fling, Dorenda still wasn’t feeling her. About six months down the road Joey’s grandmother died. It was then that Dorenda learned that Joey was raised by her, due to the absence of Joey’s mentally unstable mother. That endeared Dorenda to her, but it was Joey’s self-sufficiency and independence that earned her respect. From there they formed the type of bond that would survive even if Joey and Zay’s relationship didn’t.

             
Joey was elated to have Dorenda in Dubai along with Zay and the kids.

In addition Nija, Zay’s twenty-two year old niece
and the daughter of his oldest brother, Jason’s daughters, and Cee’s children were there. Just being with her loved ones gratified Joey. All of the kids were having a ball, taking advantage of every fun activity that the resort had to offer. The resort had an amazing waterpark that included hands on experience with dolphins and a mega arcade. They also had plenty of fun outside the resort too. For Joey, seeing the smiles on Cee’s kids, PJ and Shelby’s, faces after what they had been through made the trip worthwhile.

             
Although most of the activities revolved around the kids, Joey and Zay stole some time for themselves. They went on an early morning desert safari, hung out at an authentic hookah lounge, and cruised the Dubai Lake Canal. On this day Joey made sure that she got some time alone to do the things that she wanted. Noticing how quiet the suite was Joey asked, “Where is everybody?”

             
“Zay and the boys are at the arcade and Nija took the girls to the beach.”

             
“Good,” Joey leapt up. “I’m going to shower real quick. You and I have a spa appointment. We’re going to get out of here before the kids come up in here trying to slow us down.”

***

              “This is the best mani-pedi I’ve ever had in my life,” Joey exclaimed lying nude on a massage table. She was covered by a white sheet with a manicurist on her hands and a pedicurist on her feet.

             
“I feel the same way,” Dorenda replied from the table next to her getting the five star treatment as well. “I felt like I was walking on air when I left out of here the other day.

             
“I’m going to have Cee get this Bastien Gonzalez line for the Luxe spa.”

             
“How is Cee doing?” Dorenda inquired

             
“I believe she’s doing well considering you know. She may never get over losing Petey, but she’ll get through it.”

             
“That the truth, I definitely got past the death of my husband. I had to; I had four boys to raise. I sure as hell never got over it.”

             
The main reason of the trip to Dubai was to get Joey away from all the uproar surrounding the incident with Dawhar. Thus far the unfortunate event had barely been mentioned. In the days following the attempted rape there had been some major revelations about Dawhar. He had a penchant for rough violence and violent sex. After the video of him attacking Joey went viral, five women came forward with accusations of rape, including the seventeen year old that he’d secretly fathered two sons with. Most of the women were young, fairly poor, and easily intimidated by his star power. Besides buying their silence with cash, Dawhar also made them believe that no one would believe them over him.