Page 5 of Seek & Destroy

“Yeah, okay. Close your eyes for me.”

“You’re not going to try to kiss me, are you?” I asked him, laughing but being very serious.

“I would never do anything that you don’t want me to do. You know that. But it wouldn’t be a surprise if you see what I’d gotten you.”

“Fine.” I conceded, closing my eyes but making sure I could see slightly. I felt him guiding me a few feet before he told me to open my eyes.

“Surprise, baby,” he said, dangling keys in front of my face as we stood closer to the Range Rover.

“No way!” I yelled.

“It’s yours.” He nodded.

I screamed as I hit the key fob, and the alarm sounded. I opened the door and looked inside. I was amazed at the black leather and the red stitching in the headrest that read my name.

“Oh, my goodness! Thank you, babe. This is so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

I didn’t bother acknowledging his compliment with a reply. Instead, I closed the front door and opened the back. Wiggling out of my thong since I had on a tennis skirt, I dropped them in his hands then slid in the back with a smirk on my face. The look of lust danced in his orbs as he watched me open and close my legs, showing off my neatly trimmed peach. Chris licked his lips then climbed in behind me. His lips went to my neck and his fingers tickled the outline of my vagina. Entering two fingers, he stroked me while his thumb circled my clit. I could honestly say that Chris and Solo did have the best sex I’d ever experienced. Sitting up slightly, I reached for his belt buckle and undid his pants in seven seconds flat. Once my favorite friend was released, I climbed on top of him and slowly ground on his penis.

“You got a condom, baby?” I whispered softly in his ear while sucking his earlobe.

“Mm. Come on, baby. Let’s just do it without one this one time. You know I’m clean.”

“I know, but being clean doesn’t prevent pregnancies,” I said slowly, jerking him.

“Fuck, Esa. I promise I’ll pull out. Come on, bae. You know you can’t get me riled up like this and then leave me hanging.”

I wasn’t standing for it. I’ve had too many men try to trap my ass, and although I was on the pill, that shit was only 99.9 percent effective. I couldn’t chance it. I shook my head then positioned my body to give him some head. It was the least I could do since he just cashed out on a new car and had it customized to my liking.

After blowing him and him giving me a release, I told him that I’d meet up with him later to finish what we started, even though I had no intention of coming back.

2

Kwame Wiles

“Kwame, it’s good to see you, man!” DeAngelo exclaimed as I stepped into his office at Club Tropicana.

I smiled as I reached out to shake his awaiting hand. DeAngelo and I met at a poker game a few years back when my father used to throw parties for his business associates. He and I both were new to the game and began conversing about cars—my first love. By the end of the night, after I took his and everyone else’s money, we created a brotherhood and had been friends ever since. While he owned this nice establishment, I had my hands in a lot of other businesses as well. One could say that I was an investor of some sort. If it made me profit, I definitely put money into it.

“Always a pleasure to see you. How’s the wife and kid?”

“Aw, they’re good man, my son is getting bigger every day. How’s Charlene?”

“No more Charlene,” I told him, shaking my head. He looked at me in shock as I smirked and nodded.

Charlene was supposed to have been my wife, but because we both knew that arranged marriage bullshit wasn’t going to work, we both decided to call it quits before we even signed our names on the dotted line. There was no secret that we were not compatible. I was not saying that people who just met couldn’t fall in love over time, but I literally just couldn’t see or force myself to love her. She was also a habitual liar and slept around a lot with other men. After discovering her infidelity, I knew there was no way I could forgive her. So, it was time to move on.

“Well, since you’re back on the market, I think being a silent partner in the club would be a surefire way to meet Mrs. Right.”

“Are you suggesting that I find love in the club, man?” I asked him as we laughed. “My name ain’t Usher, G.”

“I’m not saying that, but you never know. It’s no secret that my club is a hotspot. I’ve just run into a financial snag and am at risk of losing this place. This place is my baby. I can’t lose it because of being behind on taxes.”

“How the hell did that happen anyway? You make good money.”

“Let’s just say that poker ain’t shit, and I wish I’ve never met that ho.”

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