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“I-I just thought that maybe we could play a little bit.” She slid from the desk and covered her breast with her arms. “You haven’t been to my place in a few days, and I’ve missed you.

” Her face reddened as she threw her head back, moving her blonde tresses from her face.

“Have you been spending time with your fiancée? I don’t know why you even bother with the idea of getting married.

You obviously don’t love her, Chandler, or else you wouldn’t spend most of your nights with me. ”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I closed my eyes tightly and took several deep breaths. Between her and Angelina, I was going to lose my mind. This is why I’d rather be back home in Haiti than here in the States. The women there know their place.

“Cindy… listen to these next words very clearly. I keep you around because I like how you take dick—nothing more.” The tears welling in her eyes meant nothing to me.

Stepping closer, I ran my finger down her cheek as the first tear fell.

“Mention my wife again, and the ground below this ten-story building will be splattered with your blood. Do you understand?”

Swallowing a sob, she nodded before responding, “Yes, Chandler. I understand.”

“It’s Mr. Gourneau,” I corrected before reaching behind her and picking up the black folder. “Are these the reports I’ve been waiting on from Scott?”

“Yes. I logged into your computer and told him to give them to me. I just wanted to have a reason to come in and surprise you.”

Looking her up and down, I couldn’t lie.

My dick was hard as fuck looking at her thick, pink nipples.

Cindy’s name should’ve been Candy because her sweet ass stayed wet and ready for me.

Instead of thinking with my dick, I pushed her to the side and took a seat at my desk.

She stood waiting to be dismissed, but I was still deciding if I was going to leave her be or make her suck my dick until it spits up twice.

Skimming through the reports, I was pleased with Scott’s work Cindy had hijacked.

My degree in agriculture was only meant to look good on paper to please my father.

Never did I imagine I would use it to help create and manufacture machines to better help our farms back home.

I had a hand in the coca and weed farms we oversaw in Haiti, and my job was to ensure we produced some of the best drugs that flooded the states.

Now, I was running the very business the elders in my family before me built from the ground up.

Working with major state corporations to help with mechanisms for farming and harvesting was a headache I didn’t want or need, but it was all for my father.

With him gone, the demands had only grown, and I did my best to keep my head leveled.

Lifting my eyes to a nervous Cindy, I sighed.

I wasn’t in the mood for her. I signed off on the documents and all but threw the folder at her chest. “Get this to Joyce and have her send it to the correct correspondents.” Eyeing her in frustration, I bent down and picked up her blouse.

“And put your shit on. Standing there naked for no damn reason!”

Before she could move and do as I told her, the door opened abruptly. Joyce yelled as she tried to push past an angry Rosier. “Sir, I told you he was busy! You can’t just run in here as if you own the place! I’m calling security!”

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” he spat out with venom in his voice as his eyes landed on me before dragging over to a half-naked Cindy.

She was red as a fucking tomato, scrambling to put her shirt on.

“Get these hoes the fuck out of here, Chandler, before I show all you muthafuckas why they call me Zoo!”

With a smirk, I stepped in the middle of my office.

Hands in my slacks, I nodded to Joyce before turning to Cindy.

“Get out… both of you.” Giving my attention back to Joyce, I added, “Security won’t be necessary.

” I trailed my eyes back to Rosier. “I’m sure this is a friendly visit between family . ”

We both engaged in a stare-off as the women all but ran out of my office, closing the door behind them.

Rosier thought he was intimidating, but I could kill him right now, and nothing would be done about it.

The more I thought about it, the more I agreed that I should just off his ass in this very room. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

“Would you like something to drink?” I gestured toward my bar located in the corner of the room. “Had I known you were coming, I would have made sure I had lunch for you.”

Coolly, he sidestepped me, walking over toward one of the windows that overlooked the city. Not bothering to look at me, he began to speak in a harsh but quiet tone. “When I agreed to this arrangement between you and my sister, I thought I was making it with a man… not some little bitch.”

“What the fuck did you say?” I clenched my fists, ready to beat his ass. Rosier not turning to look at me as he spoke was rude, but calling me a bitch was downright disrespectful, and I wasn’t going for it. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You, nigga.” He finally turned and faced me. The fire in his eyes couldn’t be missed. “If you’re not going to do halfway right by my sister, let me know, and this shit will be null and fuckin’ void. We can go to war today, and I will kill you in time to be home with my wife and kids by sundown.”

My chest heaved rapidly as I took small steps in his direction.

I hated everything about this nigga. From the way he carried himself as if he were a God to the way people bowed at his feet.

Even before he took over for his family, I wanted him dead.

Marrying his sister would bring me one step closer to making sure it happened.

“You have a lot of fuckin’ nerve coming into my place of business trying to check me about my fiancée’. What I do in my home doesn’t have a damn thing to do with you!”

“It does when my sister cries about how her husband-to-be is disparaging her at every turn. How the fuck does it look, you being married to her and still out here flaunting with all these bitches?” he shouted as he pointed behind me.

“You think I care about the white bitch? Or the anorexic hoe you damn near beat to death a few weeks ago? I know what this life consists of, just like my sister. Doing it is one thing, but parading these whores in public is something else. That’s not what we do, and you know that shit.

Either you do right by Noemi, or this arrangement is off, muthafucka! ”

Standing chest to chest and nose to nose, we both waited for the other to make a move. We wanted a reason to kill the person standing in front of us. He was going to die, maybe his sister, too, but it wouldn’t be today.

“You know what?” I nodded and took a step back. “You’re right. Noemi didn’t ask to be treated like this, but understand the predicament she has me in. There’s no intimacy with us, and as a man, you know?—”

“I don’t know shit.” He held his hand up, cutting me off and frowning in disgust. “I have a wife and love the ground she walks on. I haven’t looked at a woman since we’ve been married, and I never will again.”

“Oh, so I guess you’re so perfect, huh?” I scoffed. “When you were with Ari, you fucked off with plenty of women.”

He chuckled. “I was with a hoe, and I had a thing for them, too. Just ask your sister.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words seep into my pores.

I swear, this nigga has to die. Before I could shift my brain to formulate a slick reply, he continued to rub the truth in.

“Star knew her place, though. She never tried to make herself known and knew better than to play with me. Seems to me like the women in your life don’t respect you, bro.

” He patted my shoulder before stepping around me.

“Get them bitches in check and make shit as right as you can with your fiancée’.

It’s bad enough she has to marry you; I’ll be damned if you treat her as if she’s just any other broad. She’s a Boudreaux—act like you know.”

As I watched him leave my office, he stopped and glanced over to the mantle, which held a few of my degrees and a photo of my father and me. Walking over and removing the silver frame from its spot, he eyed it before turning to me.

“Old man Gourneau wouldn’t be pleased with what you’re doing here.

” He smirked before placing it back down.

“Running around the city, tarnishing the family name, and not keeping your women on a leash… fuckin’ white hoes on his desk.

The shit is so disrespectful, Chandler. I’m sure he’s looking up from hell disappointed as fuck. ”

I said nothing as the door clicked shut after his exit.

Kicking over the nearby chair, I snarled as I contemplated running out of here and gunning him down before he made it to the elevator.

Fuck Rosier Boudreaux and all those fucking flunkies he rolled with.

He and his family would soon feel the same hurt he caused me and mine.

I had to play nice and make things right with Noemi, though.

Not marrying her wasn’t an option anymore.

My plan would be a success if I followed through, and then everyone would bow down to me, knowing I’d defeated the Boudreaux empire.

Noemi had no choice. She may be a Boudreaux right now, but she would be a Gourneau when she and her family died.