The Reunion Show (23 page)

“You looking good, baby,” he said. “If I didn't already have plans tonight, it would be on.”

I pulled my head back to look into his eyes. “Plans to do what?” I asked.

“That ain't your business.”

“Maybe not, but is there any chance of you canceling your plans?”

“I could, but I don't want to. Now, go on and get out of here. I'm staying behind for a minute to make sure there won't be any bullshit with Jeff.”

“Okay, but promise that you'll call me. Soon. I left a couple of messages on your cell phone, but you've been ignoring me.”

“Been busy. And I don't make promises I'm not sure I can keep.”

He was playing hard to get, but for the hell of it, I stood on the tips of my toes, removed my arms from around his waist and let them fall on his shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss, indulging myself as I sucked his tongue into my mouth like it was a dick. His hands roamed my backside and he squeezed in the right places. I could feel the growth of his muscle right at my midsection. The more it grew, the further he moved away and licked my wetness from his lips.

“Goodbye, Chase,” he said with a memorable, sexy smile on his face. “Stay sweet for me.”

“You bet I will.”

I winked at him and decided to leave it there. I removed my arms from his shoulders and sauntered away. Jeff could barely look my way, but when I caught his eye, he turned to look in another direction. That was fine with me. I was glad to be leaving Hell House for the second time, on my way to bigger and better things with my sister, Ms. Desa Rae Jenkins.

The day was long; too long, and I had other things to do. Jada had packed up her things, and she asked if I would help her carry her bags to the taxi. I did. Once her stuff was placed on the back seat, she got inside to sit down. She left one foot on the ground, while leaving the door opened. Her mouth widened, but before she could say a word, I spoke up.

“Six people divided by one hundred thousand dollars is approximately sixteen thousand, six hundred and sixty-six dollars. That's all I'm giving you because you did not play fair, plus, you fucked me over.”

She opened her mouth wide, showing her off-white teeth. “I'm sorry. I won't do it again, but are you for real? You gon' give me some money? Was that my gift?”

“Yes. If I said I would give you the money, then I'm gon' do it. Now, make this quick and tear one of your checks out of your checkbook and give it to me.”

She cocked her head back and her face fell flat. “A check? What for?”

“So I can deposit the money into your account tomorrow.”

“Aw, but, uh, do I look like I got a checkbook affiliated with me? I was gon' take the check Jeff gave me to his bank or to a cash-check place around the corner from my house. I'm in Telecheck. These folks out here don't trust me with no checks. Hard times, baby, real hard times. You wouldn't know nothin' about that, though.”

I released a sigh, hoping she was playing. I had a feeling she wasn't. “You need to get yourself together, ya feel me?”

“I will, and if you round that sixteen up to twenty thousand, it may help me get a bit more stable faster. As far as the money goes, what about a Visa Green Dot card or my RushCard? Can you put the money on there?”

“Never heard of a Visa Green Dot or a RushCard. I've got plenty of Visas, so I don't think you know what you're talking about.”

She shook her head. “Jaylin, Jaylin, Jaylin. Your wealth has you so out of touch. I understand that you don't have to use prepaid cards, but you should at least know what they are.”

“Yeah, whatever. I'll do twenty g's, but give me your phone number so I can contact you tomorrow with a new checking account number. The money will be in there, so make smart choices, invest, and spend it wisely.”

Jada had no idea that I was really going to deposit fifty grand into her account. I had my reasons for doing so. I removed my cell phone from my pocket and held it. She was giddy as ever. Tears filled her eyes as she reached out to grab my neck, holding it tight.

“I'm so grateful right now. Damn it, Jaylin. Not only do you have a big dick, but you got a big heart to back it up. I understand why so many women love you. You the bomb, baby. So fuckin' real, I swear.”

I liked doing nice things for people, especially for women who had a certain impact on me. But I wasn't down with all this mushy shit, so I gave Jada a pat on the back and then backed away from her. She provided me with her phone number, and after putting her leg into the taxi, I closed the door. I watched as the taxi took off and was out of my sight. I had no regrets hooking up Jada, and I intended to hook up Prince too. They were young people who I thought needed an opportunity. Everybody else in Hell House, they were on their own.

With the premises being clear, it was time to get down to the real business. I made my way back into the house and onto the patio where Jeff and a few of his crew remained. Jeff was sitting in a lounging chair with his feet propped on the table. I pulled back on a chair and sat across from him. We stared at each other and then smiled.

“Section 565.250 and twenty years in prison, my ass,” he said. “You are so freaking good, man, I swear you missed your calling as an actor. I wasn't so sure if you could pull this off.”

“Neither was I. When Jada started kicking your ass, I thought you was gon' say fuck it.”

“Not a chance in hell, even though she banged me up pretty good.”

We laughed and agreed. Jeff placed the contract on the table for me to sign it. It was a 2.5 million dollar contract that paid me as the creator of Hell House. I sold it to the network who was the highest bidder. They knew it would be a hit like I did. The only thing that I asked to be excluded was Roc's sexual escapade with Chase. Everything else was a go. Jeff would get his cut as the executive producer and the participants in the house had a chance to become famous. Plenty of opportunities would come knocking at their doors, but it was up to them to pursue opportunities that increased their financial statuses. My deal here was done. Business prospects for me were endless. I had figured out another way to line my pockets with money without anyone knowing that I was behind this. Not even my best friend, Shane, knew. I kept telling him that I was a real winner. Maybe in due time, people would start to believe it.

Jeff and I shook hands on our deal. I had to meet with someone else, so I jetted. On my way out the front door, I dialed out on my cell phone to make sure he was going to meet me at the restaurant at ten. With the phone close to my ear, I headed to my Midnight Blue Aston Martin that was parked several feet away from the house. As I got closer, I squinted and saw Chase sitting on the hood of my car. It was pretty dark outside, and the only light came from a streetlight that was near the corner. Her backside on my hood was a no-no, so I clicked the end button on my phone and put it into my pocket. The frown on my face let her know that I didn't approve of her ass being on my car.

“Don't look so mean,” she said as I walked up to her. “Smile. I'm sure somebody loves you.”

“Get off my car. Your heels may scratch it and I don't want any dents in it.”

She eased off my car, stood, and folded her arms. “Sorry, but I thought I'd wait until you were finished. I don't know what took you so long, and I thought Jeff and his crew had roughed you up in there. In five more minutes, I was going to bust in with my shotgun.”

“Good thing you didn't have to. I had to put closure to that shit, and I'm glad it's a wrap.”

“So am I. But I seriously hope that you're not going to put closure to us. It would be a shame for the two of us to go our separate ways after this. Don't you think so?”

“It doesn't matter what I think, especially since I have to be somewhere important in like,” I lifted my wrist to look at my Rolex, “like in forty minutes.”

Chase reached out to pull on my belt, bringing me forward. “Whoever she is, she can wait. I, on the other hand, can't.”

She unhooked my belt buckle and pulled my shirt outside of my pants. I loved spontaneous sex with beautiful women, so I didn't dare stop Chase. She unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt and then rubbed her hands on my carved chest. I inched forward, but she lightly pushed me backward, causing me to stumble a little.

“You know you're out of control, don't you?” I said.

“I do. Therefore, I need a man like you to tame me and take control.”

Her eyes gazed into mine, as she hiked up her dress and exposed her shaved pussy that waited for me to fill it. Not from the front, but from the back. Chase turned on her stomach and poured her body over the smooth curves in my car. She stretched her legs far apart, and I'd be lying if I said the position she had on my car wasn't a beautiful sight. Having my full attention, she reached her hand back to smack her pretty ass. It jiggled, causing my dick to rise to the occasion and signal for an exit. I reached in my suit jacket to retrieve a condom. After tearing the package open with my teeth, I slipped it on. I moved forward, and not wasting another minute, I leaned in and positioned Chase to receive every inch of me. The moment I rotated my hips, a loud moan escaped from her mouth that remained open. I stirred her pussy juices, even while my cell phone rang. I knew it was Roc by the ringtone, but I wasn't about to exit no pussy that was this sopping wet. Roc and I had to reschedule. As a potential future business partner, he'd understand that there were times when some things came before business.

When I discovered how the women in the house tried to play Roc, I had Jeff reach out to him. And even though Roc had backstabbed me, I didn't want to see him caught up in no shit with the woman he loved. I'd been there too. I only wished that somebody had saved my ass. But either way, I met with him while he was at the hotel. We discussed how to bring Hell House to closure. I explained everything to him, and when I offered to give him a substantial amount of the money I'd made, he shocked me when he refused to take it. All he wanted was possession of the pictures and for his sexual encounter with Chase to be erased from the film. In addition to that, he wanted peace. I told him that I would use everything within my
power
to get Chase to back off, but we knew that she was a force to be reckoned with. Roc agreed that if all efforts had failed, he would deal with her in his own way. He was appreciative of me for reaching out to him and we discussed other things to partner up on to make money.

We even discussed Sylvia, who had left on a fucked-up note. Some people couldn't be saved; I definitely wasn't trying to save everybody. She had some things she needed to work on, and even though she talked a good game about reevaluating herself, there was no action. The same applied to Chase. All she was good for was sex. No man would ever take her seriously until she got real with herself, got to the core of her problems with men, and dealt with it. Until then, she would continue to put herself out there like this.

I heard a thump that knocked me out of my thoughts. My suit jacket and silk shirt were now hanging off my broad shoulders. I had kicked up a sweat trying to milk all that I could from Chase's pussy. The way she was working me, though, I was sure she had dented my car. She stretched her arms wide and squeezed her fists. Another moan followed as my fingers circled her swollen, tension-packed pearl. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and released a soft moan.

“Mmmm, this dick is…it's spectacular, Jaylin. I sooo wish you were on the receiving end of this, just so you could have a better understanding of how the way you're sliding that thing in and out of me feels.”

Her wetness soaked the condom. While holding her waistline, I kept grinding my steel to reach the depths of her tunnel. “I'll take your word for it, baby. I know how you feel. I'm also confident that you wouldn't lie to me about my performance.”

Chase kept backing it up and I kept hitting that pussy in the right spot, causing it to show out for me. Before entering Hell House, I hadn't indulged myself like this in quite some time. Considering all that had happened in my life lately, it's been all work, not much time for play. I couldn't help but to think about Scorpio believing that I couldn't get hard anymore. I had to laugh, as the old me would've called her and put Chase on the phone so she could give Scorpio explicit details about how I was making her feel right now. I could only imagine what would happen if the two of them ever came in contact. They had a lot in common, and the hell from this house would revert to hell in my house. The more I thought about it, though, Naughty is what I had perfected. And there was no secret that scandalous men always appreciated scandalous women. Chase was messy too, but if anyone could
tame
her, bring her back to reality, it was definitely me.

On the verge of an explosive orgasm, Chase pulled her cheeks further apart, allowing me to have the best view of the night, while watching my rhythmic insertions. Her pussy was stuffed, and as her creamy glaze started to cover me, she turned her head to the side and closed her watery eyes.