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I pulled her as close as our restraints would allow. She leaned her head against me. Much to my surprise all the conversation ceased. We rode around sightseeing in comfortable silence. Her scent filled my nostrils and I knew it wouldn’t leave me. Halfway through the ride, she dozed off. I didn’t bother her. If sleep hid from her anything like mine did it would be a shame to wake her.
“Take us back.”
The pilot threw me a nod as we circled back around. We landed back at the house.
“Give me an hour and I’ll be back,” I said to the pilot.
“Hey, Pretty. We're back.” I nudged her, and her body’s only response was to snuggle into my body. Not wanting to wake her, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my car. I appreciated the glances I could steal of her sleeping peacefully. I would want nothing more than to spend all night getting to know the most intimate parts of her. I had business tonight, and I did it intentionally. I could tell our sexual compatibility would be off the charts, and she didn’t even know half of the depths I wanted to swim in with her. I was anxious about it, but there was so much more I needed to uncover. I wanted to be her choice. I wanted her emotional walls more than I wanted the ones that I knew would grip my dick.
When I pulled into her driveway I took one last glance at her. I looked at her all night but not like this. She was completely at peace. Her black cocktail dress had a plunging neckline and her perky breasts were on full display. She was dipped in milk chocolate, and the few kisses I stole were nothing compared to how I wanted to taste her milk chocolate skin. The seatbelt crossed her body and led me down to her perfectly flared hips. She couldn’t even hide that ass from the front. Then those thighs made me make a correction. I wanted her emotional walls, but those physical ones were not as far down the totem pole as I thought; in fact, they were neck to fucking neck. It wasn’t shit on her body that wasn’t going to be touched by my tongue.
“Hey, you home,” I nudged her, and she popped her head up, taking a minute to gather her surroundings.
I got out and opened her door.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep like that.” Her face flushed with slight embarrassment as I helped her to her feet.
“It’s fine. It was meant to relax you,” I called from behind as she walked. When we made it to her porch she rested her hand on the knob and sighed softly.
“I had fun tonight, Prince. But the night doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come inside for a drink? I mean not a drink… that was so stupid. I’m sorry but—"
“I would love to come in. I will, just not tonight.” Before she could overthink it, I pulled her body flush against mine. Our lips connected naturally as she fumbled behind her with the door. She was so fucking ready and I knew it wasn’t too much longer I could put off my desire. Her presence was addicting, and that pussy had to have the power to make me go crazy. I needed my sanity. Especially when I knew she wasn’t ready. Shit, maybe I wasn’t either, but I was much closer than she was.
“Have a good night, Le Monroe. Lock up.” She nodded her head and slipped inside.
I walked back to my car and drove back to the helicopter, her taste lingering on my lips. I wanted to stay in our moment, but time didn’t permit it. With how Remy was speaking, I wouldn’t be able to wait on the house sales. I needed money now, and I knew exactly how to get it. It was time to answer the call.
As soon as I put on the headphones and sat down, my pilot asked over the speaker, “Now to work, right?”
“Yeah,” I said dryly. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to rest as I mentally prepared myself. Prepared myself to hear that name and not think about the moment it all went wrong. This time I wouldn’t be caught in the same position.In and out,I chanted. The chopper took the thirty-minute ride to Chicago, and we landed on top of the Swissotel.
“Patch!” I heard that booming voice over the propellers. I fucking hated that. It was such an insult to what I really did. I was a craftsman. My hands could make things most people could only dream of. How it first started out for me was patching homes for high-dollar clients. The clients being high ranking drug kingpins. Once they realized I could do buildouts and give them trap rooms and ways to hide their shit, especially from the police, my name made waves. Everyone knew when they heard that name precisely what I could bring. The type of anonymity that came with my services made the price tag high. Also, I provided a seamless way to cover expenses. Just like the money was fast ending up at the wrong place at the wrong time derailed my life as quickly as the money came.
As the helicopter moved away I could hear the party that was happening in the penthouse. This wasn’t my first time landing on this building. Hamp always had shit going on.
“Are you ready to work? I was up your way a few times this week. I’m interested in a few houses there. You know somebody,” Hamp jabbed. He was trying to feel me out. I stared him in the face, our heights mirrored. I never trusted anyone in this line of work. The only tie was a mutually beneficial arrangement. It had been a year since I laid eyes on him and he hadn’t aged a day. Even in his mid-fifties he was the picture of health. He walked around in his everyday life draped in Cuban Links and furs. He was a slave to his prime years. In the nineties I’m sure you couldn’t tell him shit so that was the timeframe his apparel always mirrored.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“Ha! So much like your father. Muthafuckas been running crazy, Patch! Your effect has been missed, just like all the fucking payments these niggas are running away with. Follow me.”
I walked behind him down the steps of the opened door. With each step I took, the music got louder. As soon as we opened the door to the penthouse, the music blared in my ears so much that I had to take a step back.
“It’s been a while. You answering my call got me in a celebratory mood! To know I will finally repurpose my stash houses and recoup what I have been losing for these last few years. Muthafuckas have really been losing respect, Prince. I need a place where my money will be safe so I can build again.” I traced the desperation in his voice. He was a man losing grip.In and out.“Play if you want. You can have anything you like in here.” He spread his arms wide as we wove through.
As far as I could see, there were half-naked women of every flavor. BBL city. All the women were in their zones sipping drinks, and I didn’t miss the white powdery substanceon every table. My nose burned with remembrance. Looking at all the glazed eyes knowing that there was nothing behind them. That’s how it made you. Numb. A shell so you could feel nothing, allowing you to run from your problems while your misjudgments compiled them. They didn’t realize that when you wake up from that comatose state they would be more fucked up than before they entered it.
“You with me, Patch? Let’s meet in the office. Once we are done, stay as long as you like.” Hamp grinned.
When we weaved through the crowd, he opened his door, and two women were inside his office. He gave them a head nod, and they scurried away, quickly closing the door behind them.
“How’s your brother? He just got married, right?”
“Hamp what the fuck you on? You called me here for a job or to gossip, nigga?”
“I just thought you may have known someone I did. A mutual acquaintance, but I am sure I’m mistaken.” The shit was starting to feel off to me already.
“Are you sure you only want this short stint? I have a lot of partners who would love your services. You can be a very rich man, Patch.”
