Page 32 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“This is exactly what I mean…” she fussed as she snatched her jacket from the hanger. “You’ve always been jealous and wanted to be like me. I can’t even have a man to myself without you wanting a piece of him too.”

“You must be talking about a different nigga because I know it ain’t me.” Dre came back into the room and said with a mouth full of chips. “I just wanted some sloppy toppy—just a lil’ back-alley action. It never would have gone any farther than that.”

Fuming, I could see the fire in her eyes as she mugged Dre. “Fuck you, you pussy-ass nigga!” Her words left her mouth with such force that she was spitting as she stepped to him. “You better hope I don’t tell my brother to come through and murk your ass!”

Suddenly, the room grew eerily quiet as the words left Rissa’s lips. My eyes shot back and forth between them as Dre slowly sipped his bottled water. I prayed that he didn’t spaz out on her in here. So badly did I want to tell her she went too far with the wrong nigga. I could only hope it wasn’t too late for her.

“Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” he finally replied to her threat, cool as a cucumber. Never taking his eyes off her, he asked again as he bit into his chicken slider. “Have you?”

“What?” she asked in confusion as she pulled out her phone. “The fuck do you mean?”

“Do you accept Christ into your life and know that he died so we could live? Do you relinquish your soul to him so you can make it to Heaven?” He bit into a deviled egg and continued to examine her with dark eyes. “Do you? If you don’t, now’s as good a time as any to give your life over to him.”

“Rissa, I think it’s time for y’all to go.” I grabbed her wrist before gesturing to Arnez with my head to move toward the door. “I will get up with y’all later,” I said, opening my front door for them to exit.

“Repent your sins to Christ, baby. Don’t get caught slipping when the rapture comes.” We all froze when we reached the door. Slowly, we turned and faced Dre. “Send your brother my way, and I will make sure he knows the goodness of God’s grace and mercy. He’s going to need it for where I’m sending him.”

Hurriedly pushing them out of the door, I locked it behind me and leaned against it as I eyed Andre. He’d walked over to the corner and seemed to be having a good laugh speaking with Skip. I was too stunned to ask him if his words were meant to scare us or if he had just threatened my cousins’ lives in front of me.

“Bitch, you can have that crazy-ass nigga…” Rome walked over to me and murmured. “I knew there was something wrong with him. You can’t be that fine without having screws loose.”

Never taking my eyes off Dre, I shuddered at how right Jerome was. Maybe I should leave well enough alone when it comes to him. If he ever found out who I was or what my true intentions were, I have a feeling I would have to make peace with the Lord because Dre wouldn’t show me an ounce of mercy.

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“You know…outside one cousin threatening my life and the other sexually harassing me and my boy all night, I had a decent time.” We all were sitting on my front porch while he and Skip smoked. They didn’t know I had a daughter, and I didn’t want the smell to linger, so I appreciated them wanting to bring that outside. “It’s rare that I kick it like this, but this was nice.”

I smirked as I slid into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Let me find out you like me. I got you thinking about the possibilities, now… huh?”

I was worried the night was going to end in a blood bath, but thankfully, it went well once Rissa and Arnez left. I haven’t laughed as much as I had in a long time dealing with Dre and Rome. Skip didn’t say much, but every now and then, I would catch him with a slight grin on his face.

“If we met in a different time, and I had a different life, I would entertain the thought of something more.” He held my stare as he exhaled the smoke. He didn’t drink much, but the man smoked like a chimney. “You’re a beautiful woman, Denim, and I know we’re still getting to know each other, but I’m good at reading people. I know the shit with you is more than surface level. But you’ll make a man happy someday—believe that. That man just ain’t me.”

The tone of his voice had my heart pounding in my chest. I was getting uncomfortable under his stare, and I felt as if he were looking into my soul. I didn’t want him to see the real me because I knew it would get me killed. Leaning forward, I kissed his cheek before standing from his lap. I could see him hardening in his joggers. “So… are you staying the night? You owe me something, sir.”

With hooded eyes, he continued to pull from his blunt but said nothing. One thing I’ve noticed about Dre is that he can be extremely serious and quiet until you place him in an environment that makes him comfortable. That could have been the reason for Skip coming tonight. Either way, I’m happy they were able to come through.

“I mean… is it safe?” He glanced up and down the empty street before settling his eyes back on me. “Your cousin did say she was sending her brother over here, and I don’t want to be in a situation where I have to defend myself.”

Staring at him blankly, I wanted to call bullshit on his claims. I knew it was nothing for this man to take a life. His sarcasm and smugness pissed me off, but I had to play it cool.

“Rissa is all talk…” I rubbed his arm and assured him. Shrugging, he said nothing. Sighing heavily, I looked around for Jerome, but he was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Rome?”

“He galloped to some black Charger down the street and rode off about thirty minutes ago.” Skip chimed in with an answer as he chuckled. He stood, walked over, and dapped Dre. “You straight here? I need to go check on something at the club. I’ll roll back through to get you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Dre stood and ashed his blunt before draping his arm around my shoulder. “I’ll text you.”

We both watched as Skip trekked over to his blacked-out Suburban truck before pulling off down the street. Leading him back inside, I locked the door behind us. Jerome had helped me clean before he left, so I hit all the lights and escorted him to my bedroom. Before I could close the door, he spun me around and pinned me to the wall.

“When we went to dinner, you told me about all the shit you wanted me to do to you.” He held both my wrists above my head in one hand and kicked my legs apart as his other hand slid into the front of my tights. It was so fast and unexpected, but I was instantly turned on. “You still want that shit, Denim?”

Moaning as he began to strum my clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure. Rocking against his hand, I could feel my juices leak from me. My eyes popped open once his movements stopped.

“Why did you stop?” I frowned, reaching down and attempting to make his hand move again. “Please, Dre.”

“Answer my question.” He pinched my small bundle of nerve, causing my back to arch. “Do you still want to be fucked, Denim? Tell me what you want, or I’ll walk out of this door right now.”

“Fuck me…” I begged shamelessly, still trying to fuck his hand. “I want you to fuck me, Andre.”

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