After Nakida left, Jakobe’s attention span went right along with her. He painted a beaming smile on his handsome face, gave all the correct responses, and shook every hand.
“Let me introduce you to the man that made this all happen,” offered Major. He stepped to the side to present the short, stubby man that was no more than 26. Jakobe’s eyebrow went up, doubtfully.
“And here I thought Ms. Gregory was the knight that won me the victory,” he stated.
“I was the one that wrote up and sat as assistant,” the young man bristled, uneasily.
“He will be handling, ensuring that, over the next three weeks, the transaction goes through without a hitch,” explained Major.
“Hum,” was Jakobe’s only response.
“What’s wrong with you?” inquired Major, shoving his friend in the arm.
“After all that fighting, I thought you would be over the moon.”
Jakobe ran his hands through his dark hair. His friend was right. He needed to stop acting as if Nakida possessed the golden snatch.
“It’s nothing that a drink can’t solve,” he replied, more to himself.
“Great! You can get to know Bennet,” smiled Major.
He noticed Jakobe wrinkle his nose before he pulled out his phone. The entire ride, Jakobe kept checking his messages. A few, he responded to, while others he would let his personal assistant deal with. He would have preferred to have left the young kiss ass behind. It was obvious that it was the man’s first time swimming in the waters. The way he ran his hands over the hand sown leather seats gave it away. He wondered if it was the first time the young buck had even ridden in the back of a chauffeured car. If that wasn’t enough, Bennet was a chatter box that seemed to get worse when he was nervous.
Nakida would have been a much better companion. I could have put up the partition and—
Jakobe growled at the line of thinking he was going down. Quickly, he switched to social media. The best thing to do was to do what he had been doing…trying his best to fuck the damn woman out of his system. He scrolled down the timeline of the private group, stopping only when something caught his eyes before he continued to thumb through. After being in the group for so long, he knew how to respond to get a partner for the night. All he had to do was wait. The movement of the driver waving his hand, caught his attention. The driver signaled with his head for Jakobe to speak to him on the right side along the door to make sure their voices didn’t carry.
“It’s that the woman from before?” the man whispered.
Jakobe stiffened. His eyes scanned the traffic ahead of them. Sure enough, he could see her stopped at one head light in front of them. If anyone would have looked at him at that moment, they would have thought he was going for the part as the Grinch that year. The slow smile that formed on his lips was just that big. He tapped the man on his shoulder as to say good job. When he leaned back in his seat, the change in his attitude was noticeable. He chuckled, joked, and joined the conversation that had been like nails scraping down a chalkboard just a moment ago. He was happy that the driver was smart enough to time their arrival at the eatery she had pulled into in such a way to make sure that she had to enter the establishment ahead of them.
Jakobe practically bounced out the open door. He could hardly wait to see the look on her face when she saw him. He slipped another crisp 50-dollar bill into the driver’s hand. He strolled in, and up to the hostess to give her instructions to seat his party close to the African-American woman that had entered before them. He ignored her rude reaction due to his request.
“Have you ever eaten here?” questioned Major, as he walked in step behind the hostess.
“No.”
“Then why the hell are we…” he began, only to fall silent at the sight of Nakida seated at a table for one. He glanced back over his shoulder at his friend before he dropped his head to hide his knowing smile. He wasn’t a fool, and from the annoyed expression on Nakida’s face, she wasn’t falling for it either. She knew this was no accident. He had seen those two from out of the corner of his eyes during the meeting. It was only a matter of time before Jakobe had tried to get with his employee.
“Do you see Nakida is also here,” Jakobe pointed out.
He smiled and waved in her direction. He laughed when she pretended to be studying her menu in earnest. He shrugged off her cold response. He still had a chance. That fact alone made him happy. He didn’t stop to wonder why having her had become an obsession. He half listened to the waiter as he gave his name and told them the specials of the day. The four tables that separated him from her was nothing. His hearing was channeled to hear her every word.
Nakida couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked up to see Jakobe weaving through the empty tables, heading her way. If she had mutant powers, she would have mentally smacked him in is handsome face. He was so sure of himself, to the point that he came off as a big asshole in her book. His deep voice seemed to vibrate throughout the empty space. She refused to look his way, no matter how loud he spoke and laughed to tempt her to do so. She tossed her wavy hair behind her shoulder to make him think she was unfazed by his presence, but that was far from the truth. His honey voice was wreaking havoc on her. Thinking that her emotions had more to do with the fact that she was coming down from her buzz, which made her overthink things, she called the waiter back and ordered a stiff drink.
With a smile, she began to play on her phone for a moment before the desire to look at Jakobe got the best of her. Like a pro, she sat back in her chair. At this position, the phone’s camera lens was just the right angle to let her look at him. Pinching the screen, she zoomed in to close the distances between them. She witnessed his expression grow dark at the sound of her laughter. She realized that he was pissed because his efforts to get her to acknowledge him had failed. At least, that’s what she wanted him to think. She had taken note, alright. She shifted in her chair to dull the sharp pain of lust that shot through her cunt as she remembered the feel of his dick pressed against her in the elevator. She wasn’t lying about eating him up. At that moment, she wanted to fuck the white off his cock.
She had always been attracted to him, from the first day she walked into Major’s office to ask a question, only to find Jakobe laying on his couch. She liked his confidence and his slick tongue. He possessed a roughness about him that would appeal to any warm-blooded women. However, he was the best friend of her boss. In addition to that, she had been in a four-year relationship, at the time. Even though she had been in love, the man had a pull that had her fantasying about him long after that day. Maybe, if she would have known then what she knew now about how that relationship would have ended, perhaps she would have taken Jakobe up on his offer back then.
“Your drink.”
Startled, she moved her cell to the side to make room for the raspberry mojito she had ordered.
“Wow, that’s so pretty,” she gushed. Quickly, she flashed a picture of the nicely decorated beverage.
With a sigh, Jakobe sipped his whisky. He glanced down at his cell that chimed. He might as well check to see if one of the women he poked was on the way over to the restaurant and interested in hooking up. He typed in his code to unlock the phone as he listened to Bennet babble on about the right and wrong way to create a dry martini. Instantly, he went still. His eyes widened as he focused on the privacy screen of his iPhone. He didn’t have to confirm what he was looking at to be true. He had been watching the entire time. Everything matched perfectly. A giddy laugh escaped his lips. He had checked his phone, expecting to find a response only to find a prize even better. He found the key to the treasure that had been alluding him for so long.
He stilled the excitement that raced through him as he thumbed down the screen. He couldn’t believe how things had played out. Never in a million years would he have made the connection. Never, in another million years, would he have thought that his attraction and desire for Nakida had transcended space and time the way that it had. Suddenly, he couldn’t take Bennet’s voice any longer.
“Hey, you’re fired,” he stated firmly. He overlooked the man’s coughing fit as he turned his attention toward Major.
“Hold up, you can’t—”
“Calm yourself,” he smiled, cutting off his friend’s protest. “I want Nakida to handle everything.”
“So, that’s what all the steam coming from out your ears was all about. You were cooking up a way. Man, you need to let that go. I’m telling you… you won’t be able to pull yourself back from that one… trust me.”
Jakobe tilted his head. He became real serious.
“Are you speaking from experience?”
“No! I know my limits,” replied Major.
Jakobe loosed up.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was a member?”
“What are you…?” Major’s words trailed off. He glanced at Jakobe’s screen. He let out a big groan as he ran his hand over his face. He had completely forgotten about that damn Facebook group. He had added her to it as a way for her to hopefully get laid and relax a bit. She was too focused, to the point that it scared him. She was a star employee, whom he secretly relied on. He couldn’t afford to lose her due to burn out.
“All this time, I’ve been reading her post,” smiled Jakobe.
“So, you’ve been flirting in the group?” questioned his friend.
“No, she didn’t give me the time of day.”
“They why the hell do you think that the group is going to get you in that cookie jar?”
“Well, she did like a few of my post. Hey, don’t laugh,” he chuckled.
“Look, you know how you and I are. What we show, isn’t the real us. Now, I see that she’s the same way.”
“Hmm, you just make sure that you don’t reveal too much of what lies underneath. That pillow talk is what did Samson in, remember?” warned Major.
He glanced over at Nakida. He knew all that she was hiding. He knew things about her that he was sure she didn’t even know that he knew. Everyone deserved a little joy in their lives, and if anyone should get some, it was her.
“I don’t want her quitting because of some shit you might do,” said Major, as an afterthought.
“You know I always leave them with a smile.”
“You better, this time. I mean… fuckin’ ear to ear,” grumbled Major as Jakobe got to his feet. While he walked away, he could hear Bennet began to whine about being passed over.
“You might have assisted, but Ms. Gregory was the hand placing every piece into place. We didn’t do a thing,” admitted Major.
Every step he took, his friend’s warning seemed to repeat in his mind about him just leaving her alone. He had to admit, this woman was more woman than any he had fucked around with before. She might not have the same number of zeros in her checking account as he did, but the way she handled herself with him would make a person think otherwise. She had a strength about her that said she was near unbreakable. Even still, he knew there was a variability about her that she chose to hide. Her intelligence was almost blinding to behold. He pushed down the voice that rose its ugly head to tell him that he was out of his depth. The voice said that she wasn’t going to take his shit. The voice that said that this woman would be able to see with her sharp eyes, the man underneath the riches. It said that she might be the one to actually touch his heart. He quickly calmed his fears with thoughts of fucking Nakida.
Nakida smelled him approaching. She thanked her lucky stars that she had been able to get a few sips of her drink down, before he decided to make his move. She wouldn’t have been able to hold it together without it.
“Why are you over here?” she sighed, glancing up at him.
She was proud of herself that the dry tone of her voice didn’t match the excitement she felt, seeing him towering over her. It had been a long time since any man had dogged her like this. Usually, they crumbled from a look or a comment. She knew that her constant state of loneness was by her own doing, even though in her heart, she longed for companionship. She just couldn’t forget or forgive herself for her past.
“I thought you were smart enough to realize that I’m inviting myself,” he smiled.
“Why don’t you go back to your table.”
Jakobe’s hand froze on the chair.
“Don’t dismiss me like I’m a fuckin’ dog.”
Just like that, his mood changed. His winning smile was still intact, but his blue eyes had turned cold. After a few seconds, the moment passed. She shifted in her seat at the rush seeing him switch gears like that created in her.
“Besides, I’m doing you a favor. Now, the staff won’t feel sorry for the lonely black woman eating all by herself,” he continued, taking his seat.
“No shit! Wow, not only are you rich, and handsome… you’re caring, too,” she chuckled.
“Ha! You said I was handsome,” he repeated with a goofy grin.
“For your age… yeah. Is that coloring in your hair?” she teased.
“At least I wear my natural hair,” he shot back.
Finally, Nakida tossed back her head in laughter. The man had quick wit. Talking with him seemed too easy. It took her back to her childhood when she and her sister would go at it. She didn’t notice, until now, just how much she missed that.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful when you relax. No… correction… I find you beautiful even as a bitch, but I prefer you relaxed.”
He could tell that his words were influencing her. Even still, he needed to tread with care. He caught the eye of her waiter, and informed him that he would be dining at her table to give her time to recover from his statement. Later that night, he would surly rethink that move. With his head turned in conversation, he didn’t see her go back to playing with her phone as a way of escaping him. A deep frown creased her face as she looked at the response to the post she had made 26 minutes ago.
Looking good, but I bet mine tastes better.
She could feel sweat beads beginning to form around the edges of her lace front wig. She had a strong desire to snatch the damn thing off. She closed her eyes and began to pray that what she just saw was a dream. Her mind conjured up all the profane, X-rated, kinky photos, videos, and gifs she had shared in the group. Thankfully, it had been all things she had gotten off the internet. None of the posts were things that had her in it, unlike some members that like to show their sexual activities for all to see. Despite that fact, Jakobe had an inside tract to her inner, twisted desires. He could pick up on things that even her past lovers had never had the pleasure of knowing. At last, she opened her eyes. Her brown eyes moved from the picture that had been sent, with the written response to Jakobe. His glass was no longer sitting on the table. She rose her gaze higher to find him swishing the amber colored liquid before her face.
“You want a taste to see which is better?”
She didn’t have to answer him. The odd expression on her face said it all. She had been able to put two and two together just like he had, after seeing her post in the private group. Instead of her going into a rant, what she did surprised him. She took the glass from his hand, brought it to her lips, and sipped. He followed the tip of her tongue as she licked the sweet tasting whisky from her painted lips.
“Not bad,” she shrugged, passing him back the drink.
“No, it’s not… when you’re open to giving it a try.”
“Is that what this is?”
“That is what this has always been, Nakida. Here and in that group… all I’ve been trying for was a chance.”
“You want to fuck me.”
The way those words sounded coming from her mouth caused him to moan. He bit his bottom lip. He moved his chair until he sat next to her. He reached his hands under the small table to caress her leg. This time there was no ball point pen to stop him as his hand moved upward between her legs. He pinned her with his heated gaze.
“I can do everything in those videos you posted, and a whole lot more. I can please your pussy. I can keep you cumming. I’ll bend you into positions that you didn’t even know existed,” he whispered.
“You sound so sure.”
He captured her hand, and placed it on his cock. Nakida stiffened in shock. She doubted what her hand was touching. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose in contemplation. She traced the length of his dick from its base to the tip that stopped high on his hip bone. Not believing it, she retraced it a second time, just to make sure.
“Oh my God,” she groaned.
“You shouldn’t call on His name in vain. Wait until I’m buried in here, and I’m digging you out,” he whispered as his hand moved closer to her cunt. He marveled at the heat her pussy was giving off. The sound of silverware being clanged against a glass broke the spell. They both removed their hands as if they had been burned. Nakida and Jakobe looked across the restaurant to find Major wagging his finger at them in shame.
“I need to go.”
Jakobe regarded her closely.
“You can go, but you won’t get rid of me this time.”
“I—”
He moved so fast, she didn’t notice what happened until she felt his lips on hers. If he could thrust his hips as good as he swirled his tongue, she was bound to lose her damn mind. He electrified every fiber of her being. His kiss was slow with the intention to arouse her. It took her a second to get over the jolt before she could join in. When she did, Jakobe had to crack his eyes to make sure it was really her. The woman could kiss. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He fought to remain connected to the world around him. He wanted her so badly, but he wasn’t going to embarrassed her. He reluctantly pulled away. He grabbed his glass to toss back the remaining whiskey.
“I see I’m going to have to fight to keep my sanity when I’m with you,” he whispered. He readjusted his dick to ease some of the pressure.
“There won’t be any need for that.”
He narrowed his gaze while he considered the meaning behind her words. He got to his feet while buttoning his suit jacket.
“Let me help you,” he offered, pulling her chair out to allow for her to get up.
“I’m sure you have a lot to do to make room for me,” he whispered. He had chosen his words carefully, for the double meaning. She felt her pussy jump at the way his blue gaze lingered on the space where her thighs met. She opened her mouth to speak, but he held his hand up.
“It will be long hours and grueling work… a lot of sweat, and I’m sure you’ll shed a tear, but you deserve all of it,” he continued. “Plus, I prefer you in my bed, rather than Bennett.”
Her eyes darted over to the table where the young kiss-ass sat with Major. She could tell by the way he was stabbing his garden salad that he was pissed. Her brown eyes widened. She looked up into Jakobe’s handsome face. Her mouth fell agape in excitement.
“Hold it,” he commanded seriously. He brought his hands up to frame her face.
“It’s almost perfect. Just open your mouth a little bit wider, if you want him to fit,” he teased.
“You asshole,” she barked, when she realized what he was doing. Nakida swung her purse, only for him to dance out of reach. His laughter floated over his shoulder as he walked away. She found herself transfixed. She could make out the strong muscles in his broad back. She noticed his had just the right amount of ass, and it was firm, too. She shook her head, as if it was going to dispel him from her thoughts. It didn’t.
She nodded her head in Major’s direction as she began to leave the restaurant. She would have stopped by, but the daggers of shade Bennett was giving her, made her decide otherwise. Then, there was the odd look on her boss’ face. He was all smiles when she and Jakobe were at the table together, but now, his face was completely void of any emotion. It was best for her to keep her head down, and go back to work, but that too was turning out to be a challenge, with the posting that Jakobe did throughout the day. The images of men licking, fingering, and tongue fucking women’s cunts had her wet and squirming in her chair, to the point that she finally gave up. She packed up her things, and left work early.
She had to face the fact that what he was offering her was exciting. It had been months since the last time she actually had an orgasm with another person. Lately, she had been too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to entertain the thought of being with someone else. The words that her mother said last night that had cut her to the bone, came rushing back. That woman had achieved her goal of hurting Nakida, but now, as she pondered what had been said, maybe there was truth to it.
She took the deafening silence in her home, when she closed the front door, as confirmation to the truth. What she really wanted would never be. The life she had envisioned for herself, had been taken away. Maybe, if she could find a way to move on, then some form of happiness could be achieved.
She walked down the hallway, toward her room. With each step of her heels striking against the hard wood floors, her loneliness grew. The house was like a damn tomb, or a gravestone to mark the life she wanted. She bit her lip. It was starting. She was fine during the day, but in those lonely hours, is when her world came crushing down around her. Every day, she promised herself that it would end differently, but she could see that it wasn’t going to be way. The destructive thinking was already beginning.
She ran the rest of the way to reach her bedroom, ran into the bathroom, and pulled open the cabinet drawer. She eyed the pills while she fought to bring her breathing under control.
“You don’t need those,” she spoke firmly to her blurred reflection. She hadn’t even noticed she had started crying, until then. Nakida snatched off her wig, tossing it into the sink.
“I’ll wash my hair… have some dinner, and then…” she said. Her words trailed off.
What then, the voice in her mind asked in a mocking tone. Shrugging, she set to work undoing her cornrows, before she stripped down and got into the shower.
If the people at work could see me now, she chuckled, as her tears mixed with the hot water that streamed down from above. They all thought she was a cold-hearted bitch… an iron maiden whose only focus in life was to climb the corporate ladder. If they only knew, that there was a time that she was looking forward to giving it all up for him.
Nakida jumped at the sound of the doorbell. Her hands fumbled with the shower knobs to turn them off. She didn’t care who it was at the door. She was just happy that God had taken mercy on her, to send someone by to intervene in the vicious cycle that had begun. The loud knocking sped her up as she toweled off, and grabbed the nightshirt that hung on the hook on the back of the bathroom door.
“Coming! I’m coming,” she yelled. She jogged down the hallway, toward the door. She swung open the door, and froze at the sight of him standing there in the setting sun.