about Kola being with Eduardo was running through his head. It was driving Cross insane just thinking about how Eduardo could be sliding his dick into his girl, and the freak nasty shit that was probably going on inside that building, with him just parked outside.
Cross looked at Edge, his face twisted with jealousy. “Make that call, Edge. Fuck that bitch! Let’s fuckin’ do this shit!”
Edge smiled and pulled out his cell phone.
****
Kola gave the doorman a nod and strutted through the lobby with her heels click-clacking against the marble floors like she owned the place. The doorman watched her for a lingering moment, admiring her backside and curves in the tight-fitting dress. He smiled, and then picked up the phone to call upstairs.
“Yeah, it’s me . . . she’s coming up now,” he said to his employer on the top floor.
Kola stepped into the waiting elevator and pushed for her floor. She dropped the bag at her feet, and the sharp upward take-off astounded her, as always. She was on the top floor of the penthouse suite instantly. The doors opened, and Kola stepped out, greeting the three-man security team in the hallway by the door.
“Hey, boys,” she greeted with a smile.
Only one nodded. She had become a regular, but Eduardo was always a cautious man. The men weren’t there to make friends, but to do their job and protect their boss and his assets. Behind the thick doors, was a mass fortune of money and drugs totaling into the millions. The guard quickly searched Kola, even though her outfit was far too tight and revealing to conceal any weapons, his touch lasting against her longer than necessary.
“I know that always makes your day, Sandro,” Kola said to him with a teasing smile.
“Just doing my job,” he replied coolly.
“I bet you are.”
Once they were confident she wasn’t a threat, she was let inside. Kola pranced inside with the duffel bag in hand. She smiled and looked around for Eduardo. She dropped the bag on the sprawling black-and-white marble floors and walked over to Eduardo’s private stocked bar. She took the initiative to prepare her own drink, since Eduardo would always offer her one when she showed up. Kola mixed herself a Long Island Ice tea, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and peered at Manhattan’s skyline. She never got tired of the sweeping view. It was always breathtaking.
Kola took a sip from her drink and just stood by the windows, enjoying the view.
“I see you already started without me.”
Kola turned. She saw Eduardo coming down the spiral stairway with a gentle smile. He was styling in a pair of Armani white silk pants with an open matching white silk shirt, exposing his defined pecs and firm abs. He was barefoot, and a thick gold chain with a small cross pendant adorned his neck and complemented his gold Rolex. His dark hair and chiseled features made him look like a male model. Eduardo didn’t look like a murderous Colombian drug kingpin, but had the deceiving image of a gentle middle-aged man.
“I got thirsty,” Kola replied with a smile.
“Not a problem, mi casa your casa ,” he returned, stepping closer to Kola.
“It’s good to have you back,” Kola said.
“It’s good to be back in this city, and in the presence of such a beautiful and striking woman as yourself. You, my queen, are the perfect image for a very lasting thought.”
Kola blushed, which she rarely did.
Eduardo gently took Kola’s free hand and had her spin around slowly to capture the full length of her figure and the outfit she wore. He lusted after the way her curvy figure and backside filled out the satin dress. It definitely held his attention.
“You like it?” she asked.
“I love it, my dear.”
Kola nodded and smiled.
Eduardo released her hand and walked over to his bar to make himself a drink. He mixed himself a cocktail. He walked over to Kola, glanced at the duffel bag on his floor, and stood mere inches from her.
“So, you came here
Cross looked at Edge, his face twisted with jealousy. “Make that call, Edge. Fuck that bitch! Let’s fuckin’ do this shit!”
Edge smiled and pulled out his cell phone.
****
Kola gave the doorman a nod and strutted through the lobby with her heels click-clacking against the marble floors like she owned the place. The doorman watched her for a lingering moment, admiring her backside and curves in the tight-fitting dress. He smiled, and then picked up the phone to call upstairs.
“Yeah, it’s me . . . she’s coming up now,” he said to his employer on the top floor.
Kola stepped into the waiting elevator and pushed for her floor. She dropped the bag at her feet, and the sharp upward take-off astounded her, as always. She was on the top floor of the penthouse suite instantly. The doors opened, and Kola stepped out, greeting the three-man security team in the hallway by the door.
“Hey, boys,” she greeted with a smile.
Only one nodded. She had become a regular, but Eduardo was always a cautious man. The men weren’t there to make friends, but to do their job and protect their boss and his assets. Behind the thick doors, was a mass fortune of money and drugs totaling into the millions. The guard quickly searched Kola, even though her outfit was far too tight and revealing to conceal any weapons, his touch lasting against her longer than necessary.
“I know that always makes your day, Sandro,” Kola said to him with a teasing smile.
“Just doing my job,” he replied coolly.
“I bet you are.”
Once they were confident she wasn’t a threat, she was let inside. Kola pranced inside with the duffel bag in hand. She smiled and looked around for Eduardo. She dropped the bag on the sprawling black-and-white marble floors and walked over to Eduardo’s private stocked bar. She took the initiative to prepare her own drink, since Eduardo would always offer her one when she showed up. Kola mixed herself a Long Island Ice tea, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and peered at Manhattan’s skyline. She never got tired of the sweeping view. It was always breathtaking.
Kola took a sip from her drink and just stood by the windows, enjoying the view.
“I see you already started without me.”
Kola turned. She saw Eduardo coming down the spiral stairway with a gentle smile. He was styling in a pair of Armani white silk pants with an open matching white silk shirt, exposing his defined pecs and firm abs. He was barefoot, and a thick gold chain with a small cross pendant adorned his neck and complemented his gold Rolex. His dark hair and chiseled features made him look like a male model. Eduardo didn’t look like a murderous Colombian drug kingpin, but had the deceiving image of a gentle middle-aged man.
“I got thirsty,” Kola replied with a smile.
“Not a problem, mi casa your casa ,” he returned, stepping closer to Kola.
“It’s good to have you back,” Kola said.
“It’s good to be back in this city, and in the presence of such a beautiful and striking woman as yourself. You, my queen, are the perfect image for a very lasting thought.”
Kola blushed, which she rarely did.
Eduardo gently took Kola’s free hand and had her spin around slowly to capture the full length of her figure and the outfit she wore. He lusted after the way her curvy figure and backside filled out the satin dress. It definitely held his attention.
“You like it?” she asked.
“I love it, my dear.”
Kola nodded and smiled.
Eduardo released her hand and walked over to his bar to make himself a drink. He mixed himself a cocktail. He walked over to Kola, glanced at the duffel bag on his floor, and stood mere inches from her.
“So, you came here
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