Chapter 9
Well Connected
I hope I didn’t just agree to something I can’t deliver. Two hundred kilos is not an ordinary order. Niggas on the street don’t be messing with bricks like that. They are talking about messing with millions of dollars of weight. They got me out here federal as hell, Zya thought as she drove her Charger across the Manhattan Bridge. I hope Snow is able to fill this order. They don’t seem like the type of people that understand when it comes to breaking agreements. I told them that I could get it. I hope I’m not made out to be a liar.
Zya knew that she had just stepped into the major leagues. The thing is, she didn’t even want to be there. The Supreme Clientele roundtable intimidated her. She didn’t even like waiting on them at their meetings, so now that they had requested her services, she was on edge. She didn’t want to make a wrong move, because she was afraid that the price to pay would be her life.
Zya had done the math in her head, and because they were buying so many kilos, she was only going to charge the roundtable $10,000 for each one. Snow was able to get the bricks for $5,000 a piece, so that meant that she and Snow would make a $5,000 profit to split between them for every brick they sold. Supreme Clientele was going to pay her two million dollars for 200 kilos of cocaine. Damn I’m gon’ make a killing, she thought. A half a million would be her profit. She had never seen that much money in her life, and she was ready to get it. The more she thought about the money she was about to make, the heavier her foot got on the gas pedal. She did ninety miles per hour all the way to Snow’s house.
Zya felt butterflies in her stomach as she thought about seeing Snow. They hadn’t had a chance to have a serious conversation since he was released from the hospital. She didn’t know how things were going to be between them, and she was nervous. She was confused about her feelings for him, but there was no doubting that she felt something. Just thinking about him put a smile on her face, and the thought of seeing his face excited her. It was getting harder and harder to keep their business relationship separate from their personal one. Zya was about her business all the time, so if she stuck to her rule, she would never have any personal time for Snow. She did miss him, and wanted to be near him all the time, but she always fought her urges. She tried to stay busy to avoid thinking about him, but his eyes and his smile always crept back into her thoughts. She didn’t even call him to let him know she was coming. There was so much money at stake, she didn’t want to risk it by talking about it over the phone.
As she drove the rest of the way to Snow’s house, she found herself wondering about her life. I wonder, if I had to choose between money and happiness with Snow, which one would I pick? she thought. She honestly didn’t know the answer. Her relationship with Jules had left a bad taste in her mouth, and it had her not trusting her own feelings. She had been financially dependent on Jules, and when he abruptly disappeared from her life, she was left in a bind. It seemed like money was more important than her happiness right now, because here she was given an opportunity to be happy with Snow, but she was putting him on hold until she could get her money right.
Why can’t I just trust him? Why can’t I just put my life and my heart in his hands? She wondered. She wanted to do it so badly, but something inside of her was causing her to hold back. She knew that her scars from Jules were not healed yet, and she hoped that she didn’t sabotage her relationship with Snow because of it. She didn’t want to make him pay for another man’s mistakes, but at the same time, she didn’t want to make another mistake by trusting Snow too quickly.
When she finally pulled up to his house, she was more confused than ever. She saw his car parked in the open garage and knew that he was home. She wanted a real life, a real love that was long-lasting and unconditional. She didn’t want to be used or have a business arrangement that was based on convenience rather than love. Would Snow be able to give me that even though we were business partners first?
Zya stepped out of the car and walked slowly until she reached Snow’s door. She rang the bell once and waited for him to answer. She smiled to herself. This nigga always take forever to answer his door, she thought as she shook her head from side to side. He finally answered the door, and the sight of him made her heart flutter. His face was still swollen, and the bruises made his dark skin appear purple, but even with all that, he still looked good. It was something about the way he carried himself that attracted her. She loved his swagger, and she had to admit, he was very hard to resist. He stepped aside and held the door open for her to enter.
“How have you been?” Zya asked as she stared into his eyes. She was quickly beginning to learn that his eyes were her favorite part of him.
“I’m good,” he said as he stared back at her.
“Are you in pain?”
“Not really. The medicine makes it so that I don’t feel it.”
Zya’s eyes reflected her concern, and Snow could see that something was bothering her. He cared for Zya, and he had let it be known, but the next move was up to her. He wasn’t going to chase somebody who didn’t want to be caught.
Snow walked into his living room and sat down on his brown-and-beige furniture. His living room was decorated in earth tone colors, and his taste was excellent. There was a silence between Snow and Zya that said neither of them knew what to say.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been by. I’m just really trying to figure out what’s going on. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is right,” Zya admitted to him.
“I understand, Zya. Take all the time you need,” Snow replied.
“I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m trying to sort stuff out, but I can’t. What’s more important to you, Snow . . . money or happiness?” she asked him.
Snow shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Money.”
Zya laughed and said, “I wish that I was that sure. I know that money is important to me. Not because I’m greedy or anything, but because I want to be able to take care of me, you know? I don’t want to have to depend on anybody, but it seems like I’m so focused on getting money that I’m missing out on something that I really want.”
“What do you really want?” he asked.
“I want to keep my business with you and my personal feelings for you separate. But somehow, they always seem to intertwine. I have to keep business and personal separated,” Zya said as she sat across from him with her legs crossed.
“Why does that have to happen?” Snow asked.
“It just does,” Zya replied almost in a whisper.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“I know . . .”
“Do you?” he asked as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. Zya didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say to him. He had been upfront with her about how he felt, and even though she was feeling him too, she wasn’t trying to rush things.
After seeing that she was unsure, Snow decided to change the subject. He wasn’t trying to pressure her. He knew that she would learn to trust him in her own time. It was up to him if he chose to wait or not.
“I know you didn’t come all the way to Jersey to talk about us. So, what’s up?” he asked her.
Zya felt bad that he had changed the subject of conversation. Even though she hadn’t come to talk about their relationship, she needed to. I want to talk about us, she thought silently. She knew that business needed to come first, so she adapted her usual hustler’s mentality and replied, “I need some work.”
Snow began to head for the basement, where he stored his dope in an underground cellar he had installed in the house. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her say, “I need two hundred kilos.”
He turned around to face a smiling Zya. “What’s wrong? Speechless?” she asked as she walked sexily in his direction with a confident look on her face.
“Two hundred kilos. That’s a lot of bricks. You doing it like that?” he asked as he stared down at her. They stood toe to toe, and the sexual tension was high between them.
She nodded her head, stood on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear. “See, if I mess with you, Snow, one of us is gon’ have to leave the dope game alone. I can’t give it up. I’m too good at it,” she said as her sweet breath danced in his ear.
Snow slid his hands around her small waist and rested them on her ass, pulling her body close to his. “We can be good together,” he said. His voice was thick with seduction, and Zya could feel his tension through his jeans. His face was so close to hers that their lips touched when they talked, and he was making her hot. Her pussy was wet, and at that moment, she wanted him to bend her over and tear that ass up, but she knew better than to get caught in the moment. This was strictly business.
She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, she thought before the words came out of her mouth. “We are good together . . . but for business purposes only, at least for now.”
Snow nodded his head and replied, “Okay, okay. Business. Let’s talk business then.” He led Zya to his kitchen table and they took a seat.
“Two hundred kilos is a big order. I can’t just walk into this blind like I usually do. You got to explain the situation a little more.”
“Understandable. What do you need to know?” she asked.
“Who are they for?”
“I sell the coke out of the restaurant where I work. That’s why I can move it so quick because the customers come to me. But the only reason why I could even do it in the first place is because the owner lost his connect and was going through a drought. They have this roundtable that meets once a month. Snow, no bullshit . . . there are some powerful people sitting at this table. Anyway, they called me into the meeting and asked if I could get more dope. I told them yes.”
“Are they good for it?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“They gon’ have to pay half up front,” he said sternly. He wasn’t willing to take any chances. Ernesto, Snow’s connect, didn’t play around with his money. Snow knew not to even think about doing bad business with him, and he figured if the roundtable paid half up front, that would at least cover the costs of the dope. His business with Ernesto would be square. They could collect the other half of the money when they delivered the package.
“My connect is going to charge five G’s a piece for the bricks.”
“And I figured since they were buying so many we could only charge them ten a piece,” Zya added.
Snow nodded his head in agreement and replied, “That’ll work.” He paused for a minute and did the math in his head. He wasn’t a genius when it came to math, but he could count and analyze money better than any accountant. “We’ll both make five hundred thousand out of the deal.”
“Do you think you can make it happen?” Zya asked eagerly. That was exactly the type of cash she needed to get out of town and be set.
“Yeah, I know my man got ’em. Give me a couple days and I’ll call you to let you know what’s what.”
Zya stood up and prepared to leave.
“Zya . . .”
She paused before she exited the front door and looked back at Snow.
“What are you doing about that other situation? Has that cop come around again?” He wanted to know how Zya was doing, but also needed to make sure he wasn’t being set up. She was hot right now because of her involvement in King’s murder, and he wasn’t trying to be her plea bargain. He knew that it was a possibility that Zya was setting him up to reduce her sentence or to walk away with her hands free altogether.
Is she trading her charge for my conviction? he thought. He couldn’t put it past her. She had pulled grimy on King. What makes me so different from him?
“I haven’t heard from him, and hopefully I won’t. That is why this flip is so important to me. I need to make this money so I can leave town.”
Snow watched her walk out the door, and was unsure of her intentions. Here he was telling her to trust him, and he wasn’t even sure if he trusted her fully. He knew one thing for sure. No matter how much he was feeling Zya, if he had to, he would handle his business. If she ever tried to cross him and send him upstate, he would kill her without hesitation. He had no love or tolerance for snitches.
He tried to shake his feelings of apprehension. He didn’t want to think that Zya was dirty, but at the same time, he didn’t want to bet his freedom on it either.
Fuck it! I’ma roll with her. She hasn’t lied to me yet. First thing tomorrow, I’ll call Ernesto and put in the order.
That night, Zya lay in bed, restlessly tossing and turning. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was in a thousand places at once. Damn, a half-million dollars is a lot of money. If I can get that and get out, I’m good. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, a one-time flip that will have me set for life, she thought. Zya had grown accustomed to making money, but she had never seen it like this. Her love for the hustle made her good at selling dope, and she knew that she was no longer small-time. She was knee-deep in the game, and she couldn’t even remember how she had gotten there.
Two hundred kilos, she thought in disbelief. She still couldn’t believe it. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. I need to just be easy and relax. I can’t do anything until Snow makes the call. I have to wait on him to handle things on his end before anything jumps off, she thought before drifting into a mind-numbing sleep.
“Mr. Ernesto says that you are not scheduled to contact him for another month,” a female voice explained. Her voice was thick with a Spanish accent, and her broken English was hard to understand.
“I need to speak with Ernesto now. Tell him that he doesn’t want to pass up on what I have to offer.” Snow listened to the woman as she repeated what he had just said, and waited a while before Ernesto picked up the phone.
“Snow, to what do I owe this unexpected call?” Ernesto asked, apparently agitated by Snow’s disregard toward his policy. Carlos Ernesto was one of Cuba’s biggest suppliers, and he dealt with so many different people that he put each of his buyers on a specific schedule. He knew who was calling and when. The times never varied, and he left only a small window of opportunity to get in contact with him. He was also familiar with the amount each of his buyers usually purchased. He was thorough when it came to business, and he left no stone unturned when deciding who he would and would not deal with.
“I normally wouldn’t call you out of the blue, but I came across an unexpected opportunity that is too good to miss,” Snow said. He knew that Ernesto was in love with money, and that his words would pique his interest.
“What opportunity would that be, my friend?”
“I need two hundred kilos.”
The line went silent, and Snow waited for his connect to respond. “That is a big jump up from what you usually request,” Ernesto stated.
“A special order just came in, and they need it filled ASAP,” Snow replied.
“Special?” Ernesto questioned. “Special orders can be a man’s downfall,” he said firmly. Snow could hear the hesitation in Ernesto’s voice. “For years now I have done business with you, and the quantity of your order has never changed. Always twenty kilos. Why is it changing now?”
“Things have changed within my operation. I have gained a partner who has helped me expand my clientele into New York.”
“And your partner is the one who has set up this special buy?” Ernesto asked, his voice still reflecting his suspicion.
“Yeah, but I can vouch for—”
“You can vouch for no one but yourself,” Ernesto said calmly but sternly. “If you want this deal to go down, I need to meet your partner first.” Ernesto hung up the phone.
Snow had expected Ernesto to have doubts about filling such a big order, but he hadn’t expected him to ask to meet Zya. He hadn’t told Ernesto that his partner was a woman, and he wasn’t sure how Ernesto would react once he saw her.
Snow shook his head, grabbed his keys and walked out the door. There was no turning back now. Ernesto wanted to meet Zya, and that was the only way he was going to get his hands on that many bricks.
He hopped in his car and drove the distance into Harlem to let Zya know what was going on. He parked on the curb in front of her apartment building and put his chrome nine millimeter handgun in his waistline. He looked in his rearview mirror before exiting the car. He ascended the flights of stairs that led to Zya’s door and knocked lightly.
Zya opened the door and let him into her home. As soon as Snow saw the apartment, he visualized the robbery that had happened. He instantly felt rage toward Heavy and thought, That fat nigga is dead.
“Did you make the call?” Zya asked, snapping him out of his daze.
“Yeah, you got a passport?”
She frowned her face and replied, “Yeah . . . I mean I got the fake one you gave me. For what?”
“We’re taking a trip to Cuba.”
Two weeks later, Zya was on a flight to Cuba. They flew to Canada first, since no U.S. planes are allowed to fly to Cuba. She sat next to Snow and thought for sure that he could hear her heartbeat. She was nervous and couldn’t stop fidgeting in her seat. What if the deal doesn’t go through? What will Supreme Clientele say if I can’t come through with my end of the deal?
Snow looked at Zya and said, “You all right?”
Zya nodded and replied, “Yeah, I’m good.”
He laughed lightly and asked, “Well, can I please have my arm back?”
Zya noticed that she had her arm interlaced through Snow’s, and she was holding on for dear life. Embarrassed, she released her hold on him and blushed slightly. “Sorry,” she said.
“Calm down. Everything is going to go fine. By this time next week, you’ll be a half-million dollars richer,” he assured her.
Zya leaned her seat back and opened up the book she had purchased for the plane ride. As she read Diary of a Street Diva by Ashley JaQuavis, she tried to calm her nerves. The book was so good that she got through the rest of the flight without thinking about the meeting. The plane landed, and Zya followed Snow off the plane and through the airport.
As they approached Customs, Snow leaned down and whispered, “Let me answer any questions they ask.” Zya nodded and stepped up to the Customs inspector with Snow by her side. She was nervous because she had never even seen a real passport, so she had no clue if hers looked legit.
“Passports,” the officer requested in a monotone voice. They handed over the information, and the Customs officer reviewed them. He glared down at them skeptically and asked, “What brings you to Cuba?”
“We’re vacationing,” Snow responded. The skepticism didn’t leave the officer’s face.
“Around what part?” the officer asked.
Snow grew a blank expression on his face, but Zya stepped up and said, “Havana.”
The officer looked the two of them up and down, noticing that they weren’t carrying any luggage. “Where is your luggage?”
“We don’t have any. I’m making him buy me all new things on this trip. Can you tell me the best places to shop here?”
The officer reluctantly put his stamp of approval on the passports and said, “No, Miss, I’m sorry. You will have to ask someone near your hotel. Enjoy your stay.”
Zya and Snow walked away from the Customs department and out of the airport as fast as they could without drawing attention to themselves.
Ernesto had arranged for a car to pick them up, and they were transported to his house. Zya tried to remember the route as they drove through the dirt streets of Havana. If anything popped off, she wanted to know how to return the exact way she had come.
When they pulled up to the 20-foot steel gate that protected the stone mansion, her mouth dropped to the floor. She hadn’t really known what to expect, but the gorgeous mansion that stood in front of her was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The chauffeur drove them up to the front of the house, and she got out and looked around.
She took a deep breath and followed behind Snow as he approached the front entrance. She was dressed in a thin, white Donna Karan sundress that tied around her neck, and her hair blew as the wind whipped it lightly to the side.
Snow rang the bell, and a short brown woman who wore a white maid’s smock answered the door.
“Bienvenido, Señor Ernesto le está contando con,” the woman said quickly in Spanish, welcoming them to Ernesto’s home. “Perseguir me.”
Snow nodded his head and followed the woman through the house and onto a patio decorated with exotic floral arrangements and hundreds of plants. Zya sat down across from Snow, and he stared at her across the table. He smiled at how well she was handling herself. The nervous girl on the plane had transformed into a confident woman who was here to handle business, and he was amazed at how easy it was for her to change faces in a matter of minutes.
The sliding door to the patio opened, and a well-dressed Cuban man entered the room. He wore all white, and his shirt was unbuttoned some, revealing his chest hair. He had a Cuban cigar intertwined between his fingers, and as he approached, he said, “Snow, mi caro amigo.”
“Good to see you, Ernesto,” Snow replied as he stood and shook hands with the man.
Zya stood and Ernesto focused his attention on her. A look of surprise took over his face as he stared at the beautiful, young black woman who stood before him.
“And you are?” Ernesto asked as he took her hand and held onto it gently.
“Zya,” she spoke softly.
“My partner,” Snow added as he stood back and watched Ernesto kiss Zya’s hand before taking a seat at the head of the table.
“So, tell me about this deal that you have arranged,” Ernesto said, looking directly at Zya.
She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs then replied. “What would you like to know?”
“Who is on the receiving end of this transaction?” Ernesto asked.
“A roundtable called Supreme Clientele,” she answered.
Ernesto looked back and forth from Snow to Zya, and his eye-brows arched in disbelief. “Tony’s Supreme Clientele? Señorita Anari?”
Zya nodded her head, and even Snow looked at her in shock. Damn, I thought she was dead. I’ve heard stories about some woman named Anari disguising herself with a man’s name and taking over Jersey a couple years back. I didn’t think that shit was true. The streets talk about her like she’s a myth. How the fuck did Zya get connected with her?
“You must be mistaken. Anari is dead,” Ernesto said with an arrogant laugh.
“No, Mr. Ernesto, you are mistaken. I guarantee you that Anari is very much alive,” Zya said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Snow watched Ernesto’s face and could tell that he was shocked about what Zya had just told him.
“If you are representing who you say you are, why can’t Anari’s roundtable get their cocaine from her original source? What happened to her connect?”
“It is my understanding that her Colombian connect is tapped out. That is why she sent us to recruit your services. Supreme Clientele would like to make you their new supplier.”
“So, Poe has finally run dry,” he stated in amusement, referring to Supreme Clientele’s former connect.
“You know him?” Zya asked.
“Everybody knows one another at this level of the game. I always keep up with my competition.”
“It seems as though our offer will put you one step ahead of him then,” Zya said confidently with a seductive smile.
Ernesto turned to Snow and began to speak in Spanish.
“Poder ella ser confidente?” Ernesto asked. It was important for him to know that he could trust the woman that was sitting before him. He didn’t want to fall victim to her enticing beauty. Her looks said that she could be trusted, but he wanted to know if Snow was willing to vouch for her.
“Me creer etas ella poder,” Snow replied as he stared at Zya. He gave Ernesto his word that she was trustworthy.
Zya smiled as she stared Snow in the eyes. The two men sitting before her didn’t know that she knew how to speak and interpret Spanish very well. Growing up in a foster home in the Bronx, she had become accustomed to the language, so what they thought was a private conversation between the two of them was in actuality one that she could comprehend.
“Me consilidar les etas me poder,” she said, finally speaking up on her own behalf. She had predicted that Ernesto would wonder if she could be trusted or not. She assured him that she could be.
Both men looked at Zya in amazement, and Ernesto leaned back in his chair and took a puff of his cigar. He laughed and said, “Never underestimate the power of a woman.” He laughed heartily as he blew his cigar smoke into the air and continued. “You, my dear, are quite the businesswoman. You two have yourselves a deal. I will have the product ready in one week. You will need to find your own pilot to fly it into the States.” He shook hands with Snow and then began to walk out of the room. He stopped at the door and said, “Zya, contact me if you ever need a job.” She smiled and Snow laughed as they prepared to leave the room.
They walked out, and Zya was expecting the driver to take them back to the airport, but instead they pulled up to an oceanside villa.
“Where are we?” Zya asked.
“This is one of Ernesto’s villas. It is where I stay when I come here to do business,” Snow said as he stepped out of the car and began to walk up the long gravel driveway.
“Okay. Why are we here?” she asked as she got out and ran up the driveway after him.
“We’re staying for a couple days,” he said.
“I didn’t bring any clothes, Snow. Why can’t we just fly back tonight?”
“It looks hot for us to cross Customs too soon. We don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves. If we fly back the same day we arrived, they are going to ask a lot of questions. We don’t need that right now.”
Zya nodded and followed him inside. As soon as she walked inside, her breath was taken away by how luxurious the villa was.
“Oh my God, Snow, look at this!” Zya exclaimed in amazement as she walked to the back of the house and saw the waves from the ocean washing up on the backyard shore. “This is crazy!” she said excitedly. The night had fallen, and the water looked pitch black against the light sand.
She slid open the screen door and stepped outside. She walked onto the beach, sat down near the edge of the water, and enjoyed the feel of the ocean water as it washed up onto her feet. She felt Snow’s presence as he walked up behind her. There was something about him that sent chills up her spine whenever he was around. Snow had an essence about himself, a certain swagger that was very attractive.
He sat down next to her with a bottle of Cristal in one hand and two champagne flutes in the other.
“I can’t believe I pulled that off with Ernesto. I was so nervous,” she admitted.
Snow shook his head. “Zya, I ain’t never met a chick like you in my life. I been getting money for a minute, but I have never seen anything like this. You flip ounces faster than any nigga I know. Fucking around with you, I went from copping twenty bricks to two hundred bricks overnight.”
“I don’t know. It’s just in me, I guess. Getting money is what I do best. It’s just like breathing to me. You know how they say a shark will die if it stops swimming?” she asked. Snow nodded his head, and she continued. “I will die if I stop hustling. I gotta do it to survive, at least until my money gets long. I’m not trying to be in it for the long haul. I want to get enough money so that I can get out of New York and away from the bullshit.”
He handed her a glass full of champagne and she said, “To a great partnership.” They touched glasses and took a sip.
They sat beachside, talking and laughing with one another as they enjoyed the compliments from Ernesto’s full bar. Zya drank three glasses of champagne, and the alcohol had her feeling good.
Damn, I wish I had known we were staying here for a couple days. I would have brought clothes and something to swim in, she thought as she stared at the dark, enticing water. She stood up and slipped out of her dress, revealing her black Victoria’s Secret thong and bra.
“What you doing, ma? You feeling good and shit. Put your clothes back on,” he said, his speech slow and sexy from the champagne.
“Let’s swim,” she said as she grabbed his hand and led him toward the water.
“I don’t swim,” he said as he pulled her close to his body.
She looked up at him and began to unbutton his Sean John shirt. “Please,” she begged cutely as she removed the fabric from his broad shoulders, enjoying the feel of her hands against his skin. His shirt dropped to the sand, and Zya rested her hands on his chest. He took another sip of the Cristal and shook his head no.
“Snow, look at that water. Look at this beach. We have it all to ourselves. We might as well take advantage of it. We will never get another chance like this.” Her hands moved down to his jeans, and she slowly unbuttoned his pants. They fell around his ankles. She looked down, and a slight smile spread across her face as she noticed how well he was hung. He stepped out of his jeans as she pulled him into the water with nothing but his boxers on.
“Shit,” he said as the cold waves washed over his rock-hard abdomen. His six-pack glistened as the water hit his body, and she admired his perfectly chiseled body.
“Come here,” she said as she splashed water in his direction.
“You playing,” he said as he put his hands up to stop the water from hitting his face. She splashed the water in his direction until he was forced to splash her back. She laughed and screamed loudly as he picked her up and threatened to toss her into the water.
“Okay, okay, Snow, I swear, I quit. I don’t wanna get my hair wet,” she yelled in between the laughter. He dropped her into the water, and she popped back up instantly, the water running down her body. He grabbed her again, and she flailed her arms, trying to get out of his tight grasp.
“Aww, shit!” he yelled when he felt her elbow him in the jaw. He grabbed his face in pain.
“Oh my God! Snow, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she said as she got close to him and placed her hands on his face.
“I’m good, ma. I’m good,” he said as he headed up to the shore.
Zya grabbed their clothes off the beach and followed behind him as he walked back into the villa. “Here, sit down,” she said. She walked into the kitchen and got some ice out of the freezer. She wrapped it in a towel and got on her knees in front of him to apply it to his face. “I’m so sorry.” He stared at her as she carefully held the ice against his broken jaw. Her hair was wet, and her ass devoured the thong she was wearing.
She noticed him staring at her. “Why are you staring at me?” she asked softly with a half-smile.
“Because you’re beautiful,” he replied.
Zya took the ice from his face and stared back at Snow. He was wearing her down, and no matter how hard she tried to resist him, she couldn’t. He put his hand on her chest, feeling her heart beat. “You’re nervous,” he said in a low and raspy tone.
Zya looked him in the eyes and nodded her head. She was nervous. She had only felt love for one other person in her entire life, and that was Jules. The feelings that were creeping into her heart at that moment scared her. She wasn’t trying to fall in love, but sure enough, she was slipping, and there was no catching her balance. She didn’t want to love Snow, but she was starting to.
Snow moved his hands softly up her neck. He pulled her close to him, and his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. She kissed him back hesitantly and explored his body with her hands as she felt tingles run up and down her spine. As their kiss continued Zya became comfortable, and her tongue massaged Snow’s mouth aggressively but gently.
Snow stopped suddenly and said, “Wait, this ain’t right. You feeling it from the champagne, and I don’t want you to regret this in the morning. We can’t mix business and pleasure.”
Zya’s body was on fire. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet, but she knew that he was right. She nodded her head and they stood up. “You’re right. We can’t do this.” She began to walk out of the room but stopped when she got to the bottom of the steps that led upstairs.
“Snow?” she called out, knowing he was watching her.
“Yeah?” he replied.
She turned around and felt the desire burning between her thighs. “I want you,” she said softly as they rushed toward each other. Zya tackled Snow onto the floor, and he laid her on her back. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her mind was filled with erotic thoughts as she fantasized about what Snow was going to do with the bulge that was growing inside his boxers.
Snow looked on in awe as he watched Zya tease him. Zya parted her pussy lips and revealed her pink-ness to him. “No business with pleasure?” she asked him seductively.
Snow’s dick was practically ripping the fabric of his boxers. He released his long, black, thick dick from the confinement of his underwear, and he slid her thong to the side and filled the space with his manhood. She kissed him forcefully as he ripped her bra from her body. Her D-cups filled his hands as he massaged them with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other.
“Damn!” he growled as she got on top of him, and then put her vagina in his face while lowering her mouth onto his dick. He dove his tongue into her sweet pussy like it was a hard dick, and she moaned loudly and arched her back as she let him make love to her mouth. He watched her round ass as it bounced up and down on his face, and he almost burst from the sight.
He lifted her off of him because the sex was too good. He was afraid that he would explode at any minute. He picked her up and kissed her passionately as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He laid her down on her stomach and eased into her from behind. She moaned and tried to run from the size of him, but he pulled her down gently and began to rock slowly in and out of her, sending a pulsing sensation through her body.
“Snow . . .” she called out as he went in and out of her. She grabbed the headboard in pleasure as he made love to her, and it felt so good she thought she was losing her mind.
He switched positions and lay down as his manhood stood at full attention, teasing her. It was her turn to turn him out. She jumped on him and rotated her hips in circles, riding him at a slow place. He sucked on her nipples gently as she gyrated on his pole. The way she rode him made her breasts bounce up and down, causing him to become entranced in her hypnotic movements. Zya rode Snow like she had invented the position, and it was by far the best pussy he had ever felt. There was so much sexual tension and frustration built up between the two of them, and it made the sex that much more intense.
“Damn, girl,” he said as she locked and unlocked her vaginal muscles, making him go crazy. He loved the brief pleasure that he felt every time Zya bounced up and down, causing her ass cheeks to slam against his balls. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her near until they were face to face. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip as she rode his hard, thick dick.
“I love you, Zya,” Snow whispered in her ear.
“I love you, Snow. Oh my God . . . I love you so much,” she moaned. Snow was laying the pipe, and she knew that her pussy would be forever his. She felt his body tense up, and he curled his toes as her face twisted in utter delight. They both felt the other begin to climax.
“Snow!” she yelled out loud as her orgasm rushed her body.
He touched Zya’s hips and pounded her down one last time and then lifted her off of him as he let out an animal-like grunt. His semen oozed out, a symbol of his satisfaction. Snow looked over at Zya, who was staring up at the ceiling. He pulled her near him, and she rested her head on his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“I was hoping that I didn’t just make a mistake.”
He kissed the top of her head and replied, “You don’t have to worry about nothing. I’m here with you and only you. I told you I was gon’ make you my queen. Fuck that mixing business with pleasure shit. It ain’t none of that. It’s just us, you and me. We in this together. We about to get this money, and the only thing you should be worried about is how you gon’ spend it.”
Zya sat up and smiled at him. He was what she wanted, and now that she had decided to take it to an intimate level with him, there was no turning back. “I don’t know anything that could feel better than this,” she said.
Snow smirked and replied, “I do.”
“And what’s that?” she asked as she formed an instant attitude, thinking he was talking about another girl.
“Getting Heavy,” Snow replied. “When we get home, I want you to help put the word out. That mu’fucka been hiding since he stuck you up, but I got ten stacks for whoever can point me in his direction.”