Sexual Healing by Cairo, Allison Hobbs Page B

he ran his fingers over his fresh dark Caesar spinning with deep waves. On his suit-and-tie shit, Cruze cracked a smile, imagining himself kicking it with investment bankers and politicians instead of his usual crew of con artists, thieves, and killers.
    One last glance at his reflection and he straightened his tie and then strolled out of the apartment.
    Standing at the elevator, Cruze gave a head nod to a sophisticated African American couple who approached. The man, who looked to be in his mid-fifties, was dapper in a tuxedo and his femalecompanion, who was several inches taller than he, looked about ten years younger. She was dazzling in a glittery black gown with a plunging neckline that displayed an exquisite set of tits. The spectacular diamonds that adorned her neck and her wrist shimmered beneath the light of the hallway chandelier.
    On the sly, Cruze admired her lean body and the regal way she carried herself. Without meaning to, his eyes flitted to her ass, which was firm, plump, and round. She was a gorgeous well-preserved older woman, and she was obviously well cared for. Her entire look indicated that she was pampered and accustomed to the very best.
    â€œGood evening, young man. You must be our new neighbor,” said the man cheerfully. “We’re the Hamiltons—across the hall from you in 2612. I’m Morris, and this is my wife, Valentina.”
    Cruze introduced himself and Morris shook his hand. Valentina’s lips moved in an inaudible greeting, and then she quickly turned her head, barely glancing at Cruze. Embarrassed by his wife’s rudeness, Morris held up his hands in an apologetic gesture.
    Cruze instantly disliked Valentina. Beautiful or not, she was a stuck-up bitch that thought she was too good to be bothered with opening her mouth to extend a civil greeting. Fuck her. Although Cruze looked fly in a tailored, perfectly cut suit, Givenchy tie, and the five-thousand-dollar Hublot Classic Fusion watch that decorated his wrist, all Uppity-Ass saw was a young thug. She probably viewed his presence in the exclusive apartment building as a forewarning to a decline in property value.
    Cruze’s jaw twitched as he flicked imaginary lint from his lapel, then readjusted his tie. Trick-ass broad can suck my fucking dick.
    When the elevator door slid open, Cruze gestured for the couple to enter first. Nose in the air, the bougie bitch glided inside as if being extended courtesies from commoners was her birthright.
    Inside the elevator, Cruze stared straight ahead, refusing to make any small talk with the husband and definitely avoiding any eye contact with Uppity-Ass. But, pulled by the allure of the sensual fragrance she wore, it was a natural response to gaze in one of the mirrored panels of the elevator and steal a glance at her. As he stealthily checked her out, he quickly averted his gaze when he saw something that made him think his eyes were playing tricks on him.
    The elevator continued its smooth descent, and right before it reached the lobby, Cruze shot her another surreptitious look. This time there was no mistaking that Valentina, while standing next to her oblivious husband, was licking her lips and giving him a seductive look. Even more shocking, her hand that was embellished with the big, glittery diamond ring was rubbing on her pussy in a slow, circular motion.
    Before departing the elevator, Morris said cheerfully, “Have a wonderful evening, young man.”
    Valentina tossed Cruze a sly smile and said in a thick foreign accent, “Ciao, baby. Hope to see you soon.”
    The fuck?! Obviously, the stuck-up bitch was cray, but that accent of hers had his dick jumping in his pants and pulsing for release.
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    The charity dinner was a well-organized and classy event with over two-hundred guests filling the venue. Several of Hollis’s old Nets teammates had come out to support him, and Cruze was honored to be seated next to Marquan