change at all. He was still money-hungry. He had Apple turning twice as many tricks, because the men in Mexico came in droves, and were willing to pay top dollar to have sex with Apple and experience the pleasure of fucking a pregnant American woman. Apple became the American Dream for so many men in the small Mexican town.
CHAPTER 5
K ola stepped out of her stately home looking like she was ready to strut down the red carpet of some award-winning Hollywood event. She was wearing a form-fitting black satin dress with a plunging neckline, and sporting a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, expensive jewelry, and a pair of stylish six-inch heels. Her long, sensuous hair framed her face perfectly and her attitude was about business, but her look spoke pleasure.
She strutted toward her pearl-white convertible Benz, carrying a small duffel bag filled with cash for her re-up from Eduardo. She tossed the brown bag into the trunk, got into her high-end ride, placed a mixed R&B CD in the changer, threw the top back and sped out the driveway for the one-hour ride to Jersey City.
Kola’s business with Eduardo had increased significantly, and things between the two of them were good. Money was being made, and the two individuals had no complaints. Eduardo had been back and forth between Colombia and New Jersey on several occasions, and was also conducting additional business ventures in several countries. He rarely saw Kola, but when he did, there was always a strong attraction between them, along with flirting and conversation.
When Eduardo would be away in Colombia or another country, Kola was always in and out of the penthouse, not having a legitimate reason to stick around. But when he was in town, she would linger around in his penthouse suite drinking champagne with him, having dinner on some occasions, or mingling with his other guests from time to time and talking about everything from business, to love, and even Cross.
It had been two months since she’d seen Eduardo. Colombia had been taking up most of his time lately. He had a few prior engagements in different cities and a situation at home that he needed to handle personally.
Eduardo had called Kola on her phone, informing her that he would be around during their next business transaction. Kola couldn’t help feeling a little excited about seeing him again. Her heart fluttered hearing his voice via phone, and her panties became moist just thinking about his sexy body. Kola made sure to look her best when they met up again.
Kola sped across the G.W. Bridge with a lead foot. The traffic was light. It was late in the evening, the rapidly graying sky above the city indicating a thunderstorm looming with heavy rain.
Kola, rushing to see Eduardo, was unaware of a dark Chevy Impala following her closely. Three cars behind her, the Impala had been on her since she’d pulled out of her driveway and kept a watchful eye out to every lane change and turn she did on the highway.
“Keep up wit’ that bitch,” the passenger said harshly.
The car matched Kola’s speed as she crossed into New Jersey and merged onto the New Jersey Turnpike. But it kept a safe distance to remain unnoticed.
Twenty minutes later, Kola was in Jersey City and parked in front of the towering high-rise building. She stepped out of her convertible like the diva she was, popped the trunk, removed the duffel bag, and strutted toward the entrance with a beaming smile. Her outfit and sex appeal could entice any man. Kola disappeared into the lobby.
“You see that shit! That bitch ain’t goin’ in to meet wit’ that nigga Eduardo just to do some quick transaction, lookin’ and smilin’ like that. She is playin’ you, nigga!” Edge exclaimed. “She goin’ in there lookin’ like that to fuck that nigga, thinkin’ we stupid, my nigga!”
Cross was scowling like he’d just sucked on a sour lemon. He had his fist clenched so tightly, his nails were digging into his skin. Every wicked thought
CHAPTER 5
K ola stepped out of her stately home looking like she was ready to strut down the red carpet of some award-winning Hollywood event. She was wearing a form-fitting black satin dress with a plunging neckline, and sporting a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, expensive jewelry, and a pair of stylish six-inch heels. Her long, sensuous hair framed her face perfectly and her attitude was about business, but her look spoke pleasure.
She strutted toward her pearl-white convertible Benz, carrying a small duffel bag filled with cash for her re-up from Eduardo. She tossed the brown bag into the trunk, got into her high-end ride, placed a mixed R&B CD in the changer, threw the top back and sped out the driveway for the one-hour ride to Jersey City.
Kola’s business with Eduardo had increased significantly, and things between the two of them were good. Money was being made, and the two individuals had no complaints. Eduardo had been back and forth between Colombia and New Jersey on several occasions, and was also conducting additional business ventures in several countries. He rarely saw Kola, but when he did, there was always a strong attraction between them, along with flirting and conversation.
When Eduardo would be away in Colombia or another country, Kola was always in and out of the penthouse, not having a legitimate reason to stick around. But when he was in town, she would linger around in his penthouse suite drinking champagne with him, having dinner on some occasions, or mingling with his other guests from time to time and talking about everything from business, to love, and even Cross.
It had been two months since she’d seen Eduardo. Colombia had been taking up most of his time lately. He had a few prior engagements in different cities and a situation at home that he needed to handle personally.
Eduardo had called Kola on her phone, informing her that he would be around during their next business transaction. Kola couldn’t help feeling a little excited about seeing him again. Her heart fluttered hearing his voice via phone, and her panties became moist just thinking about his sexy body. Kola made sure to look her best when they met up again.
Kola sped across the G.W. Bridge with a lead foot. The traffic was light. It was late in the evening, the rapidly graying sky above the city indicating a thunderstorm looming with heavy rain.
Kola, rushing to see Eduardo, was unaware of a dark Chevy Impala following her closely. Three cars behind her, the Impala had been on her since she’d pulled out of her driveway and kept a watchful eye out to every lane change and turn she did on the highway.
“Keep up wit’ that bitch,” the passenger said harshly.
The car matched Kola’s speed as she crossed into New Jersey and merged onto the New Jersey Turnpike. But it kept a safe distance to remain unnoticed.
Twenty minutes later, Kola was in Jersey City and parked in front of the towering high-rise building. She stepped out of her convertible like the diva she was, popped the trunk, removed the duffel bag, and strutted toward the entrance with a beaming smile. Her outfit and sex appeal could entice any man. Kola disappeared into the lobby.
“You see that shit! That bitch ain’t goin’ in to meet wit’ that nigga Eduardo just to do some quick transaction, lookin’ and smilin’ like that. She is playin’ you, nigga!” Edge exclaimed. “She goin’ in there lookin’ like that to fuck that nigga, thinkin’ we stupid, my nigga!”
Cross was scowling like he’d just sucked on a sour lemon. He had his fist clenched so tightly, his nails were digging into his skin. Every wicked thought
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