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CHAPTER 18

Stephon

I glanced down at my smart watch when it buzzed with the alert. Jourdan had just walked out of my front door like she owned the place. About forty minutes earlier, I’d been watching her on my laptop. My lioness was walking around, marking her territory by leaving her scent all over everything she touched, including my bed. Then, there was a knock on my open door. I exited from my camera to give them my attention.

I was currently in a state of irritation. What I wanted to do was watch my Baby stalk around my home. I hadn’t seen her in over a week. I missed her. I thought her romping around in my bed was going to break me. I was seconds away from leaving work and heading straight home. I’d never been more turned on than when she picked up my twins, handling the heavy-weighted calibers with ease. I had to close my laptop just as she walked into my bathroom.

My mind was floating in and out of the conversation I was currently having. Talia Cole, my receptionist, was sitting in my office, going on and on about an argument she’d had with Pierre. Those two truly got on my last fucking nerve when they worked together. Talia was a beautiful woman, and I could see why she had Pierre wound up. She was about the same age as Jourdan and sat on the other side of my desk in a hunter-green tight-ass dress. Her legs were crossed, and my eyes followed the curves up and over her breast.

I leaned forward, resting on the arms of the chair, trying to draw myself into whatever the hell she was saying. It wasn’t working, so I leaned back and brushed my hand down my face, nodding and smiling where I felt needed. Her hands were animated as she waved them around, trying to argue her point to me.

“It’s ok. The next time I see his ass, I’m just going to pour my coffee all over one of the precious hard drives that he’s always carrying around,” she said and laughed loud at herself. I sighed, briefly closing my eyes and wishing this conversation would end. In the recesses of my mind, I heard heels clicking. When they stopped, my eyes popped open to see if I’d imagined the sound. For a minute, I thought I’d fallen asleep and was dreaming because Jourdan was standing in my doorway.

She wore a white, high-boat-neck, long-sleeved, fitted A-line mini dress. I internally scolded my mother for all the shit she’d recently taught me about women’s fashion. I didn’t give a damn about any of it, Jourdan could have been standing in front of me in a trash bag, and my mouth would have watered just the same. On her feet, she wore a set of strappy heels. As I guided my eyes up her long legs, admiring how the white on her bronze skin made her look ethereal, she walked toward me.

She reached me and leaned down, pecking my lips before pushing her fingers through my hair. I took over, grabbing her chin and pushing my tongue into her mouth, where we both fought for dominance in a heady kiss.

“Mmmmh,” Jourdan moaned.

“Ahem, shit!” I heard Talia say.

“I’m so sorry I got beside myself. I’m Jourdan Rockwell, Stephon’s wife.” Jourdan said as she reached across the desk to introduce herself to Talia. Jourdan’s jealousy was making my dick hard once again. This was also the second time she’d claimed to be Mrs. Rockwell in the presence of another woman. I pulled her down on my lap so she could feel what she was doing to me. It only got worse when I realized that her entire back was out. The dress was cut in a U down to her waist.

“Steph, oh my gosh, I’m trying to get like you when I grow up. I knew your slogan was to move in silence, but you took that to a new level. I’ve been working here this long and had no idea you were married. I’m Talia Cole, the receptionist here, and I will give you two some privacy. It was nice meeting you, Jourdan. Steph, I’ll holla,” she said as she stood to leave, pulling the door up on her exit.

“What are you doing here, Baby?”

“I can’t come and see my soon-to-be husband. That I haven’t seen in ten days, by the way,” she said with attitude .

“You knew where I was, right?” I asked, reading her expression to see if she would reveal that she’d been tracking me. Her face slightly grimaced.

“Don’t worry; I left it where you put it,” I said, then winked.

“If you missed me, Jourdan, all you had to do was say so. Because I missed you,” I said, kissing her exposed back.

“No, I didn’t miss you, Stephon. I came here to show you your website. It’s finished. I showed it to Jason yesterday, and I want your final approval before we move forward with Melanie Cain’s design and re-launch.” In true Jourdan fashion, she was pivoting the conversation. I noticed she did it when the heat was on her, and I let her because I thought it was cute.

“Show me,” I said as she opened my laptop, pecking away at the keyboard. She loaded up my new website and reviewed its changes and capabilities. She’d even added a place to enroll and pay for membership. I was ashamed that I’d let my website remain prehistoric throughout the years.

“I have plans for Rockwell Security’s website next,” she said. As she went on, my hands found their way to their favorite place. As she spoke, my hands skimmed her center. I quickly drew my hand back because my fingertips were met with the warmth of her bare pussy. Jourdan wasn’t wearing any panties.

She came here to seduce me.

She sneered at the fact that I’d removed my hand.

“Stephon, where in the hell have you been? Why haven’t I heard from you?” She asked. Her attitude had returned that quickly .

“The night you came into Porter’s, a man was there. Do you know someone named Julius Miller?”

“No, I’ve only heard his name the night I followed Burks, and he spoke with Pierre about setting up a meeting. Up until then, he wasn’t even on my radar. He was going to be next on my list, though, because Burks decided to kill himself.

“Oh, that’s what you’re calling your mistakes now!” Her eyes squinted as if I were about to be next on her list instead of Miller.

“Just tell me what the fuck I need to know, Stephon.” I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out the file I’d compiled all week on Miller. She took it and started to skim through it. I could have found what I wanted on Miller in one day, but I took the whole week. I was doing everything I could to give Jourdan the time I thought she needed to ensure that the proposed arrangement was what she wanted. Bringing my mind back to the file, I took a breath before I started to speak.

“Julius Miller was an OG dealer back in the day. He pushed weight out of New York. It wasn’t high volume because he could never establish a good connection with the plug. He’s currently trying to find his way back to the top and has been doing so for the last seven years. What did Burks say when you asked him?”

“He said that he didn’t know my father.”

“I think that Miller does.”

“How would you know?” She asked. I urged her to stand. Then I walked over to the bookcase and opened it .

“Call it a hunch. Come with me real quick,” I urged. Her movement was hesitant. I didn’t like that shit. I needed her to trust me.

Jourdan

Stephon had just told me that he may have a lead on the people who were responsible for killing my father. He stood, telling me I should follow him into his kill dungeon. I didn’t trust it. I wasn’t sure at that moment that I could even trust him. Eventually, my need for vengeance broke through my uncertainty, and I followed Stephon down the stairs.

I’d only heard my brother talk about the spaces they had built for reasons like this, but I’d never been in one. Stephon waited for me to enter and closed the door behind me at the landing. My ears popped when the doors closed because it was deathly silent. It was precisely how I’d imagined. Cold and grim, being inside this space excited me so much that my nipples hardened. Stephon’s head tilted to the side as he studied my demeanor. After his fill, he walked past me and led me to a door, slowly opening it. The room was the darkest black I’d ever seen, and smelled like blood. I knew that mercury-tainted smell anywhere.

Jourdan, be ready for anything.

If this was the end for me, I wasn’t going down without a fight. The light flipped on, and I glanced over to find the source of the light. I was no longer in the room with Stephon. It was Rock. There was a chair in the far corner of the room. Stephon had thrown his suit jacket on it, which showcased the two guns he wore in his shoulder holster. Two more guns, making a quadruplet set with the ones I’d seen in his closet earlier today.

“Wake up,” Rock said calmly, which still startled the man. He jumped at the bass in Rock’s resonance. I didn’t know how long he’d been here, but an empty package of bread and two empty water bottles were lying before him. There was also the blood I smelled smeared all around where he lay. He slowly set up, squinting his eyes. He looked broken and frail.

“Today is the day you get to leave. Are you ready to tell me everything you know?” Rock said, emphasizing the word ‘everything.’ The man nodded yes.

“You’re not Rock,” he shakily let out.

“Who said I wasn’t? Is it because you don’t see me sitting here in a mask? This mask,” Rock said, pulling the mask from his back pocket. The man instantly recognized it and focused on Rock’s eyes.

“Speak,” Rock’s voice boomed throughout the quiet space.

“Miller knows your mother from back in the day in New York. He told me to watch you because he knew you would never let him get close enough to her for him to have a conversation with her. On his last trip from New York to here, he saw you and your mother shopping for groceries. He wouldn’t tell us why he needed to get close. He told us it was none of our business, so we left it alone.” Rock digested the information before asking another question.

“How did you get hooked up with Miller? ”

“About seven years ago, he used to fly back and forth from Cali, LA. I was a corner boy then. He took me under his wing, said he saw something in me, and would take me to the top. I believed him because he had just secretly taken out the top over there, but was pissed when he wasn’t selected for the replacement. Some young niggas calling themselves One, Two and Three had taken over. Ever since he’s been on a war path trying to take them out, he could never pinpoint who they were,” he said, seemingly happy that he’d gotten out all the information he thought would set him free.

He glanced over to Rock for his verdict, but it wasn’t Rock who would give him his sentence. I walked over to where Rock was standing, pulled the gun from his right holster, pointed, and shot the nameless man twice to the chest and once to the head.

“Upstairs right the fuck now, Jourdan,” Rock said, he looked pissed. I traipsed past him, with him snatching the gun from my grasp. I scoffed, giving him as much brashness as he gave me. Once we reached the top, he closed the bookcase and stood with his back to it. He holstered his gun and threw his jacket onto the sofa in his office. His gaze was intense. He looked as though he wanted to kill me. I stood as far from him as possible, using his desk as a barrier between us. He went into the adjoining bathroom, where I could see him washing his hands. Then he came out and charged me.

“Who told you to do that shit?” He was so close to my face that his lips touched mine when he said it.

“I don’t need your permission, Stephon. You can’t tame me.” He leaned back slightly, letting his eyes hold me captive. I didn’t know how to read them.

“Fuck it!” He growled out.

My reaction was to fight. I tried and failed to get into my defensive stance. Rock was too fast, quickly taking my hands, grabbing them, and using them to spin me around, where he pinned them behind my back. Then my legs were kicked open, and I was roughly bent over with my face and chest pressed against the cold wood of his desk. My nipples were hard again, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs. I tried to push myself up, but the weight of him leaning over my back and the restraint on my hands held me immobile.

“Unh, unh, don’t fight; you’ll only make it worse unless that’s what you want. Let’s see.” He said as I felt his hand travel down my shoulder and side, skimming my breast. He continued gently feeling my back and over my ass, where he went halfway down my leg before coming back up, lifting my dress over it. My breathing became deep and fast. Then his hand drew back and smacked my ass hard. I could feel his dick pressed in between the seam. He stood and pulled his hand back again, hitting the same spot.

“Stephon,” I loudly belted out. My arousal was high, and I was sensitive all over. So sensitive that when he ran his fingers down my slit into my opening, I almost came. He pumped his fingers in and out, pushing them down into my G-spot with each succession.

“I don’t want to hear shit, JoJo. You had Steph, but now you fucking with Rock,” a chill ran down my spine. He took notice, and I felt his tongue trail from the bottom of my spine up to my neck, where he gently bit into my shoulder and sucked. I was still pinned down while he steadily circled my hardened clit with his fingers.

“You’re spoiled, Baby, but I’m going to give you everything you want; that’s what you came here for, right? To get this dick, right?” I could hear him behind me fumbling with his belt and zipper. Once it was released, he rested it on my ass. The anticipation of feeling him again caused his continual manipulations of my clit to throw me over the edge. He dove inside, stretching me beautifully and filling me to the brim as I came.

“Yeeeeesssssss,” I moaned. I didn’t have time to recover because he immediately started stroking in and out of me at a hard, constant pace that was sliding the desk. I could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as he fell into me.

“Let me hear you, Jourdan. Let Talia hear how I’m in here giving you all this good-ass dick. Brought your fine ass up in here looking like this with no fucking panties on. Take it!” he growled into my ear. I hadn’t noticed that the door was cracked and the blinds were wide open. Anyone walking by or in the office could hear what Rock was doing to me. He wasn’t letting up either. My mouth fell open, wanting to scream out in pleasure, but his strokes had taken my voice. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my leg was raised and lifted onto the desk. I was spread wider by his hand gripping the back of my thigh. His other was still binding mine. His heavy breathing and moans filtered into my ears .

“Mmmhmm, cat got your tongue, Lioness. You looked sexy as hell in my bed, and I wanted to come home and fuck you right where you stood when you were holding my piece. I wanted to squat down in front of you and put your sweet ass pussy in my mouth while you posed with them in your hands. I had to have you after your little performance downstairs,” he said breathlessly as he continued to give me relentless strokes.

“Shit, your pussy is so good, feels like home. I want this every night. You hear me, Baby. Every! Fucking! Night!” He said as he kissed and licked down my back again.

“Give me my shit JoJo; I want all of it, and make that shit extra wet for me,” he said.

“Rock,” I screamed his name and released a waterfall down my legs as he commanded. I could feel him releasing deep inside me as he continued to stroke until he couldn’t anymore.

“Fuck, Jourdan,” he said as he leaned over my back and turned my head so that he could suck my tongue into his mouth. He finally stood, releasing me from his pleasure prison, smacking me on the ass again as he walked to the bathroom. He cleaned himself, returning with the rag to do the same to me. After taking the rag back to the bathroom and straightening his clothes, he straightened his desk and rested on the edge. His legs were stretched out, and his feet were crossed at the ankles.

“Stephon,” I called out as I stood from his desk.

“Yeah, Baby.”

“Whose fucking makeup was that in your bathroom? ”

“Come here,” he said with a low baritone that vibrated through me. I walked over, and he opened his legs so I could stand in between them. He grabbed my chin so that my eyes were focused on his.

“You mean the same shade of makeup you use and all the same products in your bathroom?” he asked thoughtfully. I thought back to all the products I’d seen in his bathroom. I was so pissed that I hadn't even noticed they were the exact products I used.

“And in the closet where you hung up your jacket, that’s your side, Jourdan.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom, and then I need you to come with me. We have an appointment,” I said as I entered the bathroom. I heard him snicker as I walked by. I gently closed the door, peed, and washed my hands. I stared into the mirror, knowing that what I was about to do was the right decision.

Let’s get this over with, JoJo.

“You ready?” He asked as I opened the door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be?” I spoke.