Good idea.
Addison?: I saw that you have an office just outside of Philly. Can we meet there?
It’s a plan. Meet me there at 10am tomorrow?
Addison?: Can we meet this weekend?
Addison?: I’m sorry. It’s just that I am graduating Friday, but I will be on a plane to Philly as soon as I get my degree.
I stared at her response and squinted my eyes. What was going on with this strange woman that she needed my help so urgently? I mean, it seemed strange that she was graduating from college and instead of celebrating with her friends, she was asking me for help. Abruptly standing from the table, I started to the back room I had been occupying.
“What happened?” Ayzo asked when I returned back to the kitchen.
“Well, so far this woman named Addison thinks the phone is mine and from the looks of it, wants to exchange a favor for a favor. She just asked to meet in person, and you know I need to run a thorough check before I agree to meet up with anyone.”
Ayzo nodded his head in agreement as he came and sat at the table with me. He had never seen me at work so the intrigued look on his face made me feel proud. Even though we grew up together because of the Jaguars, my dad kept our training secret from one another. Well, besides learning how to fight and protect ourselves. I never understood why until when I went into hiding. We grew closer and he confided to me that it was to ensure we’d always stay in touch when one of us needed something. I made a mental note to thank him.
Focusing back on my other laptop, I searched the database with Addison’s phone number and IP address from her email. After a few moments, I found everything I needed. Addison Billingsly: twenty-nine years old with one living parent in Texas and a grandmother residing here in Philly. Her grandfather,Ernest Billingsley, passed away leaving her with a small trust fund. Unfortunately, it was emptied out on her sixteenth birthday.
My eyebrow slightly arched as a picture of Addison appeared on the screen. It was from a Vegas local news clipping, recognizing individuals who helped build tiny homes for the homeless. I slightly leaned back in my chair as I stared at the beautiful woman on my screen. She went to the University of Nevada, right in my backyard and I had never seen her before. Granted, Vegas is a pretty big place, and I didn’t venture out too much, but still. Her beauty had me regretting not looking for her. Her deep mahogany skin glowed through the picture, causing my dick to slightly jump. Her hair was pulled up into a high curly bun, showing off the deep dimples in her cheeks as she grinned at the camera. Her curvy body had my mouth salivating and fists clenching.
One thing about me was that I loved me a voluptuous black woman. I couldn’t explain it, but they were the most beautiful beings on this earth. The way they carried themselves, firm, independent, and strong. Yet, they were still soft and ready to submit to their man. Not just any man, but the one who would love, cherish, and respect them while allowing them to feel a sense of protection. I guess it was the way I watched my dad treat my mother as I grew up. I learned from him that it was the only way to treat the woman you loved. I just wished he fought harder for her.
Just like Ayzo, I was half black and half Asian, but a lot of people didn’t know it. Don’t get me wrong, I was never ashamed of it, I was just raised in a very private life. No one knew anything about my family except for the fact that we ran the Jaguars - business and pleasure never mixed. Hell, the main difference between me and my cousin was that my complexion matched everyone else in my family - deep beige and tawny.
I remembered being jealous of Ayzo’s curly brown hair and hazel brown eyes when I was younger but learned how to embrace my appearance, especially as my dad, Chul-Moo’s successor. I quickly realized how much I matched my dad’s appearance when he was pissed off, which made it easier for the Jaguars to accept my authority. I had jet black hair and bronze colored eyes, but like my dad, when I was pissed off, my eyes turned just as black as my hair.
“Did you find her information?” Ayzo asked, breaking my train of thought.
I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee. “Yeah. Her name is Addison and apparently, she’s from Texas but grew up here.”
“Damn, really?”
I nodded again while turning the laptop around. Ayzo’s eyes widened as he choked on his water.
“Damn bro, you, okay?”
“That’s Bar Girl!”
“Bar Girl?” I asked, my eyebrow arched in confusion.
His head frantically nodded as he looked over his shoulder, checking to see if Denice heard him. He moved closer to me with a lowered voice.
“Yeah! Remember when I told you I was going to try and move on from Denice and was going to go out with a girl I met at the bar?”
“Oh, shit!”
“Exactly!”
“Well damn,” I murmured.
Ayzo began shaking his head, his hands up in a defensive position. “We never hooked up.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ayzo wagged his finger at me. “I could tell by the way you were looking at her that you were interested.”
“I don’t have time for dating. Besides, she is only reaching out to me because she wants something.”
Ayzo shrugged. “Whatever you say, cuzo.” He grabbed the laptop and continued to read over Addison’s information.
Addison: Are you still there?
