“Fuck! She wasn’t expected for a few days.” He said quietly and a little disappointed. I looked at the door praying she didn’t come in and see us in such a more than compromising position.
“We’ll meet you in the dining room in a few minutes, aunty.” He shouted toward the door.
“Ok, baby,” she answered immediately.
He quickly flipped us and spread my legs so that he was lodged between them, “Now, you were about to show me something? he asked smiling as he lifted one of my leg, positioning his cock at the opening of my pussy.
“I have an idea,” I said taking him off guard when I pushed my hips forward so that he was halfway inside me. His eyes closed and he swallowed holding himself immobile so he could respond to me without losing his train of thought.
“I think I should go.” I maneuvered so that both my legs were wrapped around his body and my arms around his neck, bringing his dick all the way inside me.
“Bomboclaat...” he whispered closing his eyes again. “Yaah fuck up me thoughts, queen.” He looked as if he was straining to get the words out. “Baby, you can go anywhere, just please let me have you.”
I smiled at him before I clamped my mouth on his and started twerking on his dick as I clung to his neck.
“Woman,” he moaned into my mouth. “God make you specially fi da cocky ya to pussyclaat.” I wanted to laugh so hard because I’ve never seen him this mesmerized or distracted while fucking me.
“Mine,” I breathed into his ear, biting at his neck he lost himself in me and I in him; forgetting Ms. Munroe who was patiently waiting for us.
“I don’t know why you don’t have clothes in this room.” I said laughing at him as we exited the shower. He grabbed his pants quickly pulling it on and threw his shirt over his shoulders.
“Non lo so,”he said in Italian shaking his head. “I’ll come get you in 10 minutes, la regina.” He kissed me softly before quickly exiting.
I went straight to the huge close/dressing room and pulled a short black alter dress from the wrack. It hugged my small waist and flared at the hips landing at my knees. I finished my outfit with a silver strap sandal stilettos, a pair of diamond studs and some lip gloss. Thank God for my natural curls and the hair cut Shelly gave me.
In exactly 10 minutes or maybe less he walked in. Fuck he was sexy! Wearing a full black fitted suit with an open front shirt and loafers, he also smelled delicious enough to eat. We were in a hurry so he held my hand and we hurried down the stairs. On our way to the dining room entrance I tugged at his hand and we stopped walking.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whispered to him. He was shocked, he smiled shyly. My heels gave me some height so I placed a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. Before he could respond I tugged at his hand again and we started walking. My lipgloss left a smear at the corner of his lips and I reached up and wiped at it with my thumb as we were entering the dining room.
“I can see why I’ve been waiting so long for you two to finally appear,” her tone was a bit stern but her eyes were as kind as I remembered them from that night. She was sitting alone at the huge dining room table with a glass of white wine wearing a stunning red dress, her greying black hair in a chignon at her nape, she was beautiful. She stood looking directly at me. I blushed looking away.
“My apologies, aunty,” Max responded. “I wasn’t expecting you for a few days.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes and held him. I could see the love she had for him. “Welcome back.”
“I decided to come earlier than expected and surprise you, baby.” She kissed him back. Then she turned to me.
“It’s good to see you Ms. Munroe,” I said. She smiled at me and grabbed me, hugging me tightly to her.
“No, it’s good to see you! I’m so happy to see you, Joanna!” She held me away from her and clung to my hands looking at me emotionally.
“Thank you, mio caro. Thank you!” She hugged me again.
“It was nothing Ms. Munroe. Thank you for taking a chance with me.” I said to her sincerely my eyes started filling with tears as the events of that night flooded my memory. Max was adamantly against me working for the family and Ms. Munroe stuck to her decision even with as scared and timid as I was.
“I love the way you look, Mio caro. You’re absolutely beautiful. I hope Maximillian has been taking good care of you and treating you well.” She said taking her seat.
“Thank you, ma’am.” I smiled. “Yes ma’am, he is.” I blushed remembering how well he took care of me just a few minutes ago. The man was fucking insatiable.
Max pulled out a chair across from her for me and placed a sweet kiss on my neck as I was taking my seat, I felt every muscle south of my belly button contract. He then took his seat at the head of the table. As the meal progressed Max seemed so happy and relaxed talking to his aunt. I’m happy he was in a good mood because I made him agree to something that he was going to be super angry about.
“So the guys will leave with the shipment tomorrow. Is all on schedule?” Ms. Munroe asked. I could see she missed her role and she was happy to be back.
“Everything is ready. I ordered the trucks be packed and brought here for inspection. I don’t want Joanna going back to the new workshop.” He took a sip of his wine as he spoke directly to his aunt.
“Ok, that’s understandable.” She said. I figured she knew that the new workshop was in my old neighborhood.
“About the shipment going out tomorrow,” I began. I cleared my throat and looked at Max steeling myself for his reaction to what I was about to say. “I think I should go with the guys to New York to make the delivery.”
His brows shot up as what I said registered, “Excuse me, go where?” He asked.
“To New York.” Ms. Munroe was looking from me to him a small amused smile on her lips.
“I don’t want you involved in that.” He said finally.
“I’m going. You promised.” I said staring at him.
“You didn’t say what I was promising to!” He shouted across at me. His mood took a perfect 360.
“You didn’t ask.” I said flatly. “I was thinking...” I continued trying to explain, but he cut me off.
“Fucking no!” I didn’t flinch. I kept looking at him.
“Will you please listen?” I said unmoved by his anger and sudden change in mood. He opened his mouth and then he closed it.
“You guys have several stores in New York where the things are sold after the goods are removed. I’ll travel with the guys as the manager of those stores. I would suggest you change the location and who the products are taken to until you know who the mole is.” He was listening without interrupting me, but he was still scowling.
“Your usual course of action is for the guys to deliver the products to someone in New York and head back to Jamaica or wherever. You should change that. The same people who transport the goods can remove them from the products and hand them over to the buyers. I suggest you stop using a middle man to remove the drugs until you know who wants to hurt your family. How are you even sure that you’re getting what money you should be getting from the goods you deliver? People are probably robbing you through your eyes balls and you don’t know because you trust them.” I kept talking, looking him directly in the eyes.
“No, I’ve never been on a plane, but Shelly and the others will be there. I’m going to New York. I would suggest you make the necessary arrangements.” I grabbed my glass and took a sip of water. I’ve been thinking about this since we had the meeting with the guys. Max needed to shake things up
He was quiet, staring at me and I at him.
“Max we have been doing the same thing, the same way for years. It wouldn’t hurt to shift things up a little.” Ms. Munroe broke the silence.
“So you’re suggesting you go as the store manager. You do realize that you will have to clear the goods at the US customs right?”
“Yes. I’ll do it.”
“Ok. And you’re suggesting we change the drop off location and people and do the mining and selling transactions ourselves?”
“Yes.”
“J the streets are dangerous. I don’t want you in the streets.” I could see that he was considering the idea but he didn’t think I was capable.
“Max I was hired to be in the streets, remember?” I reminded him.
“Yes, but that was before...” he stopped himself from saying more.
“Before what?” I asked. We stared at each other forgetting Ms. Munroe. I wanted him to finish his statement, but he didn’t.
“Fine. But you know the drill if shit goes down.” He stood, his face set in angry lines and excused himself. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements. The flight leaves at 6 am.” Then he walked out the door.
“Little girl, what have you done to my nephew?” Ms. Munroe said smiling. I had no idea what she was talking about. “In fact, I don’t care what you’re doing, just continue doing it. Somebody is finally taming the beast.”
“He’s angry.” I said looking toward the exit.
“No, he’s not. He’s perfectly fine, don’t mind him. Let me brief you on the New York buyers.” I listened to her, taking in as much as I could but I wanted to go see Max and wrap my arms around his waist.
“Usually, a car is sent to the airport to pick up the products where they are taken to an undisclosed location. After the product is removed the drop off is made to the buyers and then we make the cash pick up. This would all be done by independent contractors, but this time our own cars will take you guys to a secret location, where you will do the product removal yourselves and you will also do the exchange to the buyers. Max will then arrive in New York the next day to handle the money and bank deposit. Is that clear?” Ms. Munroe spoke to all of us in the den that night after the goods arrived. Everyone was briefed on the changes. I did not see Max since he left the dining room that evening.
Ms. Munroe dismissed us and we all retired for the night.
“You got this,B” Shelly said touching my shoulder. I smiled at her before heading up the stairs. I was apprehensive about Max. I didn’t know how angry he was, if he felt boxed into a corner by me and my “idea.” I didn’t want to spend another night without him.
I was surprised to see a small suitcase already packed and my passport, an Iphone and a purse with money and an black Amex card was sitting on the night table. After I changed into my night gown and crawled into bed, there was a small knock and he came in wearing his robe and pajama bottoms. My heart rate picked up pace when he walked toward the bed. He didn’t speak. He removed his robe and climbed into the bed and pulled me to him claiming my lips in the process. I couldn’t tell if he was still angry. I didn’t care. I was happy to wrap me arms around him and push my body into his.
“Why do you drive me crazy, la regina?” He said as he held the hem of my night gown and drew it over my head. He didn’t give me a chance to speak, his lips came down on mine again. His lips moved to my throat where he sucked on one small spot marking my dark skin. He moved to my breasts flicking one nipple with his tongue as his fingers flicked the other. I arched off the bed into him, wanting to feel his hot mouth on my breast. He obliged sucking deeply one then the other. His hands roamed my body finding the sweet wetness of my engorged pussy. Two fingers tested my readiness and he groaned with pleasure when he felt how wet I was.
“Always so ready.” He whispered pulling off his pajamas and freeing his body for my pleasure. When he slipped into me, I thought I would burst with the love that filled my heart for him. I love him. He was my all, the only man that would ever hold my heart. His pace was slow and sweet as usual. Always loving, never fucking. I don’t think I slept that night, every time I thought he was finished and I settled into the crook of his arms, as soon as we caught our breaths his lips were all over my body and he was entering me again. Where did he get all this stamina? If I didn’t know better I’d think he wanted me to be too exhausted to travel. By the time I fell asleep, he was kissing me awake.
“It’s time to get ready, la regina.” I got up and showered quickly. Maria was there to help me get dressed in a black pencil skirt, red silk sleeveless blouse with a open cut cleavage and a sharp collar with a pair of red bottom. I topped it with a pair of diamond stud earrings and a red coach hand bag packed with my personal items. It was early, but Max dressed in a black suit ready for his day.
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I didn’t see Shelly and the others when we went downstairs. Max was extremely broody. I could see that he wasn’t happy with the idea but he was still very attentive. At the door he threw my long designer coat over my shoulders before we went through the door and into the car. He was quiet as we drove to the airport. He didn’t want to talk, but I needed to feel his arms around me so I lifted his arm and put it around me and snuggled up to him. He pulled me close and kissed my temple and I fell asleep on his chest.
“We’re here la regina.” He kissed my forehead and I opened my eyes. It was my first time at the airport but I was going to do this like a queen. Shelly said own the role, so that’s what I intended to do. He walked in with me and stayed with my while I checked in.
“Your Iphone roams, please call me if there are any issues. I wish you wouldn’t do this, but I promised myself I won’t be negative about this.” He handed me my small suitcase and when I was about to walk away he pulled me to him and kissed my lips in the sweetest way.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered. I nodded and walked toward the departure area. He watched me until I disappeared. I wondered where Shelly and the other carriers were as I went through the motions of Jamaican Immigration and security. I saw them sitting in the departure lounge.
“Pussyclaat! Watch queen!” Shelly approached me. I had to smile. She was always so animated. “Hey make me tell yu something, money fit yu enu muuma! High end life a fi yu.” She wasn’t talking very loudly but the other carriers were laughing at how animated he was.
“Max angry yu fuck. I wish he was here,” I confided in her.
“Yow you got this B. We can do this.” She said in a whisper so the others couldn’t hear. “Somebody a try fuck we up J. Mi like da new move ya. Mek we deal wid it man.” They announced boarding for our flight. She took my boarding pass and saw that I was traveling in first class.
“I’ll see you when we land, B.” She walked me to the gate and watched as I disappeared through the gate to our plane. I sat and tried to relax. The flight attendant fastened my seatbelt and offered me a drink before takeoff. Nobody occupied the seat next to me, I put my coach handbag next to me. I rested my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes. I missed Max. I wish he was beside me. ‘A queen’, I thought. I’m gonna act accordingly. I can do this.
I walked through JFK International Airport with the guys like a queen. Immigration was a breeze because I had the US passport. Shelly and the guys lead me to the area to clear the goods. There were very few people in that area so the process was quick and easy. They asked no questions. The gentleman was extremely sweet and professional.
Someone pushed the boxes outside and as we were walking toward the exit I saw the model girl who caused the commotion at Max’s house. I never forgot her face. She was also walking toward the exit with two burly white men.
“Shelly a di girl from the house dat nu true?” I grabbed Shelly’s hand and drew her close so I could whisper to her.
“Bomboclaat something nu right J. Usually a fi har man dem come pick up. Something nu right and mi not even strap to pussyclaat.” Shelly said as we started walking faster to catch the men pushing the goods before they reached the exit.
“We nu need that Shelly. Memba anu Jamaica dis. Mek we try catch up di man dem wid di goods.” We caught up with the men and the boxes on the outside. There were two vehicles parked on the curb. Miss model and her men approached the men carrying our goods motioning for the to load the boxes in their vehicles.
“What’s going on?” I asked her.
“I’m collecting the JamMob goods.” She looked at me strangely. She’d never met me before but she knew Shelly and the others. She expected the usual transaction. I covertly held my hand up to stay Shelly and the others.
“Did you clear JamMob goods?” I asked her.
“Excuse me, who are you?” She looked from my head to my feet.
“Yu worse fucking nightmare if you think you a leave ya wid goods weh yu neva bloodclaat clear.” Her men stepped toward me and Shelly and the others stood next to me. I stood my ground looking at her.
“Me a di wrong one babygirl! Yu wrong and strong eeh. Hold yu pussyclaat dawg dem me allergic to mongrel.”
Her mouth flew open as if she wanted to say something but no words came out.
“Maybe I need to call Max because I don’t get what’s going on.” She said staring at me.
“Be my guest and have a good day.”
I saw 2 familiar Mercedes SUVs with the men in black. I motioned to Shelly and the others to get the goods in our vehicles. When the boxes were packed we all went into the vehicles and moved out. We watched as she stood with the men watching the vehicles drive away.
Shelly and I sat together. “Mi rate yu enu muuma! Bloodclaat a tru you nuh know!” Shelly exclaimed.
“Shelly something nu seem right. Did she plan to take the goods and move wid dem no questions.” My brows were creased.
“I feel like they’ve been robbing the goods man. The money ever short that uuno collect.”
“Well to be honest we never know how much collected enu. We never touch the money part of it,” Shelly said.
“Well it’s always the same amount of goods sent so we’ll see today.” I took out the iPhone and sent Max a message to update him that we cleared immigration and was on our way to the location.
When we arrived, it was an abandoned factory. The men offloaded the boxes and we set to work mining the “goods.” All seven of us mined all the goods in less than four hours. We packed the goods in three suitcases and we loaded in the SUVs to make the drop off to the buyers. That was the final leg. I was exhausted, but I had to see this through. The other carriers were left at the pier to board the cruise ship, but Shelly and I along with the security did the drop off.
The security men in black were on high alert when we went to the buyer’s location. We met them in an open field. When the first limo rolled up, the buyer was surprised to see Shelly and I delivering, but was pleased when he saw the ‘goods’. Flanked by our security team we had a smooth delivery and collection process. By late evening, three limos, three suitcases and 300 million US dollars later we were headed to a hotel where Max would meet us in the morning.
After settling in my suite at the Hilton, I messaged Max to confirm that the job was completed. He didn’t respond, which was strange but I was so exhausted after the day I had, I thought nothing of it. I had a huge safe in my suite where the money was stored. Shelly’s room was two doors down, so she made sure I ate before heading to her own room. Two men in black were posted outside my door. After a quick shower, I checked my messages before crawling in the bed, but still nothing from Max. I curled in a ball trying to watch an old sitcom on the tv, but I fell asleep in minutes still wrapped in the hotel bathrobe.
I was dreaming that his lips were roaming my body placing those tiny kisses wherever my skin was exposed. He made his way back up to my face murmuring in Italian in my ears still placing those butterfly kisses along my jaw, my nose my eyes, and my lips. His lips moved over mine, so undemanding, I automatically parted my lips giving him full access to my mouth. I missed him so much that I could conjure him in my dreams and it felt so real that I could not only taste him but I could smell him too.
“La regina,” I heard his voice in my dream.
“Max…” I breathed against his lips.
“I’m here baby,” I opened my eyes and he was there kissing me. How? How did he get in? He saw the puzzled look on my face and thought I wasn’t happy to see him.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, la regina?” He asked looking down at me.
“Of course I am. I’m just wondering how you got here and into the room.”
“This is our family’s hotel, la regina.” He said softly. My eyes widened in shock.
“Oh.” Was all I could manage.
“I’m sorry I woke you. I couldn’t stay away from you, I couldn’t wait until morning to come to you. To be honest, I was worried about you. I know I kept you awake most of the night last night, so all I want to do is hold you.” His face was buried in my neck. I lifted his face and claimed his lips. I was so in love with this man.
“I love to feel your body wrapped around mine.” He was speaking so softly against my lips, I could barely hear him. He curled himself around me and drew me into the crook of his body, his face buried into my hair.
“Sleep my queen,” he whispered in my hair. My body automatically relaxed against him.
“I love you,” I whispered in the darkness. I know he heard me but he kept silent, holding me until I drifted off to sleep again.
“Shelly, I want to go home.” I confessed to her while we ate. We were having breakfast in my suite after Max and his security left. “I don’t feel right. I’m putting my best forward. My breathing isn’t normal and my chest hurts. I know I shouldn’t have flown yet because I’m still healing but I had to do this. I didn’t carry any of my medications with me, I thought I could pull this off.”
“Are you sure you’re ok to travel back home?” She was concerned.
“I hope so...” she put our trays away and pulled the pillow in her lap in her usual way and I put my head in her lap.
“Yah real boss enu B.” She was running her hand through my curls. “It look like yu mek the boss weeeak nu pussyclaat cause me still a wonder how u talk him inna this. No offense enu muuma, but you neva do this yet, and two yu not even supposed to a fly in a yu condition.”
“Mi use V power.” I smiled remembering his reaction.
“Kool nu man! All Megan you make nearly piss up harself a airport to bomboclaat. Hey da gal deh fi move har bombo raasclaat walking dead zombie looking self from ya so enu! She shudda make har likkle nasty mongrel dawg dem touch yu and she wudda see something inna bloodclaat dat!” Shelly obviously disliked this Megan girl.
“A so she name? Something jus nu seem right wid har man. And why him still a use her anyway? You think him still a fuck har?” That small doubt crept into my mind when I saw Megan. She was stunning and he didn’t need to have hang ups about her being a sex slave. She was educated and had a good family background. I was still struggling to be that queen he needed.
“Nubadda wid the fuckery J,” her hand continued to smooth my hair despite her reprimand. “Anybody wid eye can see say di man whipped. Mi frighten to pussyclaat when me buck up inna him so early this mawnin.” She was laughing.
“Mi say to miself, no to bloodclaat a J have di super glue roun here!”
I smiled despite the discomfort I was experiencing. “Max is a handful and a half yu hear.”
“Mi tell you this already and me ago tell you again, nu make nu pussy hot up yu head while you a occupy da throne ya. No gal from no weh at all!”
“Wait, that sounds like couple more ago pop up man,” I said looking up at her my brows creased.
She sighed deeply, “To be honest J...”she started talking but stopped because he burst through the door looking angry.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a confrontation with Megan yesterday?” He shouted angrily. He closed the door to the suite and stood in the middle of the room scowling. His mood was off since he got up and I don’t know what the issue is. Was it because I told him that I was in love with him? Was it because I came to New York? I just didn’t know! I got up looking at him and Shelly took her queue to leave.
“Firstly, I’m not feeling so well, thank you for asking.” I said with as much sarcasm I could muster. I was already a little testy from what Shelly said. “And second, who the fuck is Megan?” It’s not as if she was introduced to me.
“Don’t with your sarcasm Joanna!”
“Then stop with your fucking growling!” Fuck! I felt a sharp pain in my chest. “You know what Max? I’m fucking tired! Yu likkle gal friend tell you she did a try tief yu goods yesterday?! What the fuck was I thinking trying to help?! Doing this?! Coming here?!” I was kneeling in the bed and I turned my eyes heavenward.
“You think I’m an incapable whore! So why am I even trying? I feel like the breath is leaving my body but here I am still standing with you being your strength.”
“I never asked you to stand with me or be my strength!” He shouted and his words were like daggers straight to my heart. I could not find the words to respond…
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