“You know… in my line of work, women and children have always been off limits.” I smirked as she shrank in fear. “You have no idea who the man is before you. With one call, I can make it look like you never existed. I could kill you right now, with my bare hands, and walk out of here to the very fiancée you think you’ve run off. I told you the first night I fucked you… you are to stay in your place. I told you that Noemi is not your concern, but you had to make yourself known. This is your first and final warning, Angelina. Next time, I’m killing you.”
Throwing her back to the ground, I stood to full height and hovered over her. As I looked her over, my mind drifted to Mimi, prompting me to call her back. She just didn’t know how good she had it with me. I may fuck around, but it was better than beating her ass and taking what she wouldn’t willingly give. Hearing my calls continuously go to voicemail, the patience I had with her was running thin. Noemi had better tighten her ass up, or she’d end up in worse shape than Angelina.
I didn’t give a fuck who her family was.
“Scott, correct me if I’m wrong, but I could have sworn I asked you to have those reports on my desk by noon.” Leaning against the doorframe of my best engineer’s office, I glanced down at my Rolex before dragging my eyes back to him. “It’s well after two.”
Confused, he typed a little on his keyboard before giving his attention to me. “Boss, I had those documents completed and delivered to your secretary this morning as requested. You sentme an email earlier saying everything should be rerouted to her. Is there a problem?”
As much as I wanted to go the fuck off, I didn’t because it wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t sure what type of games Cindy was playing, but about my business, she could die today.
“You’re good, man…” I pushed off and nodded. “I look forward to viewing your findings.”
Fuming, I made my way down the hallway in search of Cindy. The look on my face must have told my staff to get the fuck out of the way because everyone scrambled to make a path for me. Running a multi-million-dollar corporation was something I hated, but since the passing of my father at the hands of Rosier, I wasn’t left with much of a choice.
“Joyce, have you seen Cindy?” I asked one of my two assistants with some bass in my tone. I looked around the area where their two desks sat, not seeing Cindy anywhere. “Is she on lunch?”
“The last time I saw her, she was in your office, sir,” she replied hesitantly before pointing behind her. “She went in about ten minutes ago.”
Nodding curtly, I adjusted the buttons on my jacket and marched toward the mahogany doors that led to a separate waiting room, which ultimately led to my office. Pushing the doors open, I wasn’t expecting to see her spread-eagled across my desk. Any other day, I would have fucked her all over this office, but today, she’d messed up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted as I slammed the door behind me, scaring her. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
Shooting up from the desk, a look of panic passed over her. Cindy was a beautiful girl with the palest vanilla skin, large, doe-shaped eyes, and the pointy nose and thin lip combo most Valley girls had. White girls aren’t typically my thing, but the day she bounced into my office with those perky breasts on display, I hadto have her. She didn’t hesitate to let me stick it in all her holes on the first day on the job either. The girl was a freak, and that is what kept her around. Other than that, she was as dumb as a box of rocks, proving the legitimacy to the blonde jokes often made.
“I-I just thought that maybe we could play a little bit.” She slid from the desk and covered her breast with her arms. “You haven’t been to my place in a few days, and I’ve missed you.” Her face reddened as she threw her head back, moving her blonde tresses from her face. “Have you been spending time with your fiancée? I don’t know why you even bother with the idea of getting married. You obviously don’t love her, Chandler, or else you wouldn’t spend most of your nights with me.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I closed my eyes tightly and took several deep breaths. Between her and Angelina, I was going to lose my mind. This is why I’d rather be back home in Haiti than here in the States. The women there know their place.
“Cindy… listen to these next words very clearly. I keep you around because I like how you take dick—nothing more.” The tears welling in her eyes meant nothing to me. Stepping closer, I ran my finger down her cheek as the first tear fell. “Mention my wife again, and the ground below this ten-story building will be splattered with your blood. Do you understand?”
Swallowing a sob, she nodded before responding, “Yes, Chandler. I understand.”
“It’s Mr. Gourneau,” I corrected before reaching behind her and picking up the black folder. “Are these the reports I’ve been waiting on from Scott?”
“Yes. I logged into your computer and told him to give them to me. I just wanted to have a reason to come in and surprise you.”
Looking her up and down, I couldn’t lie. My dick was hard as fuck looking at her thick, pink nipples. Cindy’s name should’ve been Candy because her sweet ass stayed wet and ready for me.Instead of thinking with my dick, I pushed her to the side and took a seat at my desk. She stood waiting to be dismissed, but I was still deciding if I was going to leave her be or make her suck my dick until it spits up twice.
Skimming through the reports, I was pleased with Scott’s work Cindy had hijacked. My degree in agriculture was only meant to look good on paper to please my father. Never did I imagine I would use it to help create and manufacture machines to better help our farms back home. I had a hand in the coca and weed farms we oversaw in Haiti, and my job was to ensure we produced some of the best drugs that flooded the states. Now, I was running the very business the elders in my family before me built from the ground up. Working with major state corporations to help with mechanisms for farming and harvesting was a headache I didn’t want or need, but it was all for my father. With him gone, the demands had only grown, and I did my best to keep my head leveled.
Lifting my eyes to a nervous Cindy, I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for her. I signed off on the documents and all but threw the folder at her chest. “Get this to Joyce and have her send it to the correct correspondents.” Eyeing her in frustration, I bent down and picked up her blouse. “And put your shit on. Standing there naked for no damn reason!”
Before she could move and do as I told her, the door opened abruptly. Joyce yelled as she tried to push past an angry Rosier. “Sir, I told you he was busy! You can’t just run in here as if you own the place! I’m calling security!”
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” he spat out with venom in his voice as his eyes landed on me before dragging over to a half-naked Cindy. She was red as a fucking tomato, scrambling to put her shirt on. “Get these hoes the fuck out of here, Chandler, before I show all you muthafuckas why they call me Zoo!”
With a smirk, I stepped in the middle of my office. Hands in my slacks, I nodded to Joyce before turning to Cindy. “Get out… both of you.” Giving my attention back to Joyce, I added, “Security won’t be necessary.” I trailed my eyes back to Rosier. “I’m sure this is a friendly visit betweenfamily.”
We both engaged in a stare-off as the women all but ran out of my office, closing the door behind them. Rosier thought he was intimidating, but I could kill him right now, and nothing would be done about it. The more I thought about it, the more I agreed that I should just off his ass in this very room. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.
“Would you like something to drink?” I gestured toward my bar located in the corner of the room. “Had I known you were coming, I would have made sure I had lunch for you.”
Coolly, he sidestepped me, walking over toward one of the windows that overlooked the city. Not bothering to look at me, he began to speak in a harsh but quiet tone. “When I agreed to this arrangement between you and my sister, I thought I was making it with a man… not some little bitch.”
“What the fuck did you say?” I clenched my fists, ready to beat his ass. Rosier not turning to look at me as he spoke was rude, but calling me a bitch was downright disrespectful, and I wasn’t going for it. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“You, nigga.” He finally turned and faced me. The fire in his eyes couldn’t be missed. “If you’re not going to do halfway right by my sister, let me know, andthis shitwill be null and fuckin’ void. We can go to war today, and I will kill you in time to be home with my wife and kids by sundown.”
