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Eight Years Earlier
Chello’s nervous energy was freaking him out. He’d been looking at the woman’s picture he was supposed to meet the entire plane ride. They agreed not to speak over the phone, so today would be their first time meeting up. This was a first for him, too. That was, meeting up with a woman for anything outside of a transaction that would net him a large sum of money or the usual, to blow her back out.
Despite being in his mid-thirties, Chello looked a lot younger. He had a smooth, mocha colored complexion and rocked a bald head coupled with a goatee that housed pristine white teeth and full lips. His large frame was toned, one he worshipped by working out and eating food freshly prepared. If he drank, it was occasional, as his guilty pleasure was a freshly rolled blunt. One he had to indulge in first thing in the morning before he started his day.
Today, however, he’d put that on hold as he envisioned the dark beauty that awaited him. The thought of her, honestly, had thrown him at bit. No woman in all of his years of entertaining any woman had done that, yet the infamous Agent Mulan Carmichael had done that before they’d even met.
He tossed his flask back, taking in the dark liquor as a quick fix to clear his head space. As the smooth cognac washed down his throat, he mentally prepared himself as he glanced at the photo one more time. It didn’t help either that he was suffering from jetlag after taking an early flight from California to New York at the last minute.
The night before, he’d sat in a VIP section at a club with new associates desiring to do business with The Crew on the West Coast—gun business although he had plans to expand his dealings in their territory with the purest cocaine. Cocaine from several cocoa plant fields in South America his organization now owned.
In a matter of five years, The Crew went from dominating the east coast to the Midwest and now the west coast once Chello negotiated the most profitable deal with a gun trafficker in South America that needed his backing. It was the largest and most important relationship established since Chico, the former head of The Crew, had stepped down and turned all of the organization’s operations over to him.
Hustling was in his blood, so he figured a detour to New York would only increase his chances of identifying additional people to do business with, making this trip a two for one.
“Go to the curb and look to your right. You’ll see a black Porsche. She’s standing there. Not sure what she’s wearing, but she told me she’s outside of her car. You still have that picture, right?” his homeboy, Shyne, asked him.
“Of course, I do,” he replied, looking to his right as instructed.
Sure enough, there she was. She was leaning against her car, fiddling around with her cell in her hand. He made a mental note to tell her to remain alert whenever she was meeting up with someone new, but he figured she was nervous… just like him although he’d never admit it once he saw her.
“Good, now don’t fuck it up. Go in and go hard. Once I prove to Sky that Mulan is very much in her own relationship, she’ll stop tripping and leave my partner the fuck alone.”
“Try using your own advice about not fucking up. Flew my black ass in because you can’t stand up to your damn woman. Get off my line, Agent Duhart,” Chello fired back playfully before they hung up.
He continued to walk toward her like a lion preparing to pounce on its prey, while Mulan remained preoccupied with her cell. He could feel himself getting worked up with how tight her jeans were, revealing a small camel toe that made his dick jump once she came into full view. She might not have known the effect she was having on him or any other man, but Chello wanted to eat her pussy and would have right then and there if she’d allowed him to.
“Man, I’m tripping,” he murmured to himself as if he didn’t get pussy on the regular.
He studied her firm thighs too. Thighs attached to baby bearing hips that complemented her slim, yet curvaceous frame. He licked his lips, taking in her perky breasts that sat up in a black tank top. She completed her casual ensemble with a denim jacket that firmly hugged her upper torso area.
The more he looked, the more agitated he became as he observed her nipples. Nipples pressed firmly against her tank top due to the breezy, October day they were having. That was something he’d have to discuss with her during their time of publicly courting while in their fake relationship. He could only imagine how many bodies he would’ve caught by now if she were his real woman.
And then her feet, feet that were manicured as he observed the freshly painted, peach nail polish that blended in with her dark satin-like skin. Just that quickly, he imagined sucking her toes one by one.
“Chello, boy, this shit gone be hard,” he whispered to himself as she stood up tall, making eye contact with him.
As soon as she did, the wind blew, and he could smell a light perfumed peach-like scent hit his nose. Her hair, while pulled up at the top in a messy ponytail, looked healthy and soft and left her neck exposed. A neck he wondered was just as sweet as she smelled, causing his mouth to salivate.
“Chello,” she greeted him.
“Mulan,” he replied. A nod followed as he confirmed his identity while his eyes took off, skating up and down her length.
“Pleasure to finally meet you,” she spoke, a soft chuckling following. He noted her voice was soft, barely audible which caused him to grin.
Like him, she completed a once over as she took in his massive frame. The sight of him and so close, practically took her breath away. She’d assessed that his photo didn’t nearly give her an accurate depiction of just how handsome and large he was in stature, standing almost a foot taller than her at five foot five.
His entire aura was that of someone who demanded attention and respect, so much so, it was almost overwhelming as she fought hard to settle her nerves while his dark brown, hooded eyes drank her in.
He was dressed in a pair of gray jeans that hung from his hips, exposing the shape of his firm bowed legs. His black polo sweater showed off his toned arms along with his neck littered with a multitude of tattoos. Her pussy jumped, causing her breath to hitch.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her skin flushed as she looked everywhere but at him which was hard not to do. Especially when he reminded her of her father, but in a sexy, younger way.
It was said that it was common for a woman to fall for someone that reminded her of her father, and Chello’s presence could prove to be true if they’d managed to get past their initial introduction. That alone scared the crap out of her.
“So, where to, Agent Carmichael?” he uttered just above a whisper. He then took her hand, silently giving her permission to rest in his presence. He then grunted, noticing how delicate and soft her hand was. So soft, he felt his shaft hardening.
“No, don’t. Please don’t.” She laughed, shaking her head as she fanned herself. The coarseness of his fingers felt like a soothing rain of lust she wished would wash all over her body. “Mulan really is just fine,” she managed to push out, clearing her throat.
“You sure?” he probed, his teeth sexily pressing against his bottom lip just before he licked his lips.
She fanned herself once more despite how windy it was. The more she did, the more he wanted to get under her skin, make her uncomfortable. Those nerves he had, had all but abandoned him as he regained his confidence. He was now feeling like himself, eager to get to know her even more.
“I wasn’t sure if I’d overstepped initially, but Mulan it is,” he said, obliging her request as he cast a wink her way. She caught that, dropping her head and smiling as he made her feel all giddy inside.
She felt goosebumps clothed her skin as he stepped around her to open the passenger door, tossing his bag in the back seat. As she stood there spellbound, he asked, while leaning back suspiciously with a grin, “You’re ready?”
She didn’t miss that grin on his face when he did. Neither the lips that produced it.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Y-Yes, let’s go,” she stammered, forcing a broad smile on her face to mask her embarrassment. They’d just met, and she was already proving why she was and had never really been in a relationship that was not work-related. She knew Shyne was going to have her head and quickly if she messed this up.
“Get it together,” she whispered to herself. She then scurried around to the driver’s side of her vehicle while Chello took a seat on the passenger side.
Immediately, he made some adjustments to give himself some leg room. While her cocaine white Porsche definitely fit her style, he’d never volunteer to ride in one never mind own one.
Being solution-focused, he mentally found himself purchasing her something larger to chauffeur him around. Maybe a black-on-black Yukon with a customized tag plate with his name on it. That tag plate move would be so that she’d never forget him… because even that quickly, he knew he’d never forget her.
“You’re good?” she probed, watching his knees touch the glove compartment.
“Hell naw,” he lowly growled, his knee throbbing as he struggled to get comfortable. “This is a fucking toy,” he spat, somewhat frustrated. He then wiggled the latch once more with hopes he’d gain a little more space.
“Sorry,” she apologized, then looked quickly ahead after she noticed his firm thick thighs and shaft that rested against it. She began to struggle inserting the keys to crank up her car. Her fingers felt like Jello, coupled with that continual thump she felt in between her legs.
Heifer, calm down. This is not sex for hire.
“Naw, it’s me that owes you the apology,” he voiced, laughing as he watched her fall apart right before his eyes.
“It’s okay,” she countered, as soon as the engine roared. “We won’t have to be in this too much longer.”
“And why not?” he challenged her, leaning closer her way as she pulled out into traffic. “I can manage. I’m just a big nigga that’s not used to riding around like this. I didn’t get all the specifics as I should have. That’s on me,” he told her, watching her body tensed up as she pumped the brake more than necessary. New York came with challenging traffic, but she was close to giving him whiplash if she didn’t relax.
“Whoa there.” He laughed. “Easy, woman.”
“Woman?”
“Yes… Besides, a woman as cute as you are should be riding around in some cute shit like this,” he said, sliding in a compliment at the end she didn’t miss. “But not me. I’m a huge motherfucker.”
“Right, so where to or did you tell me already?” she asked, hoping to quell the throbbing in her center as she focused on something else. Anything else but the huge, black god-like figure next to her.
That and hopefully, his response would lead to them spending some time together so they could snap at least a selfie or two for social media. Even if she needed to drop him off to his destination for him to get settled in and freshen up before they could.
“What you mean? Hell if I know,” he replied with a shrug. “Shyne invited me out here. I guess his spot … or yours,” he concluded, watching her body become rigid when he did.
He smiled, then dragged his tongue across his lower lip, undressing her with his eyes. As she sat there, he had images of him stretching that same body out starting with his tongue in between her lower lips. Already he’d determined she had to have good pussy. That thought alone excited the fuck out of him although he wasn’t trying to fuck… not unless she wanted him to.
“How about we just grab a bite to eat and talk?” she suggested before she heard him chuckling. “What?” she asked. She couldn’t help but focus on his perfectly aligned teeth.
“Nothing, Mulan,” he said, dragging her name out as he peered into her peepers. “I guess talking it is,” he added as he stared at her. “Unless you want to add a few other things in there which I’m sure I won’t decline.”
The way his eyes bored into hers alone had her stomach fluttering. In a matter of five minutes, he seemed to have gained some form of control over her entire body while he waited for her response. While it may have seemed cruel, he was having a great time assessing how his presence unnerved her—a real live DEA agent. One of the best, he’d heard as well.
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