Tied to a Boss 2 (10 page)

Chapter 11

Dante had quieted the crowd with three straight wins, only to be talked into one more match against a dark-haired, white young man about his same age. Dante found himself really getting into the match. His opponent was unable to recognize his fighting style, but he respected his skills as they really got into it with each other.

Finding himself knocked backwards, with his back hitting the mat, Dante reacted before his opponent caught on to what was happening. Kicking upwards in a spin-like kick that turned into a handstand, Dante came out of the handstand just as the other young man stepped into a back flip.

Dante rushed his opponent as he was coming out of his flip and landed a solid forearm into his chest, sending him stumbling backwards and down to the mat.

“Enough!” Dante’s opponent said, waving his hand that he was finished. He rubbed his chest with his other hand and smiled at Dante.

Smirking, as he stepped over the loser, Dante offered his hand down to the young man, helping him up from the mat and then asked, “What’s ya’ name, homeboy?”

“James Grant!”

“Dante Blackwell!”

Shaking the white boy’s hand, Dante left the mat along with James. They heard people in the crowd throwing comments their way.

“So, who you working with here?” Dante asked. “You doing bodyguard work, right?”

“Actually, I’m just closing security for the fundraising event today,” James answered.

“So you just do security work them?” Dante asked, just as Natalie rushed up to him.

“Oh, my God, baby! You were amazing!” Natalie told Dante as she leaned up and kissed him on the lips, catching Dante off guard.

Staring down at Natalie a moment, Dante shifted and introduced James to Carmen when she walked up.

“It’s good to meet you, James,” Carmen said, as she shook his hand. “You’re a really good fighter if you can actually handle our Dante.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” James replied.

“Please, call me Carmen.”

Nodding his head in understanding, James looked to Dante and asked, “So, where you learn to fight like that from?”

“Friend of my father taught me back when I was young,” Dante answered. Then he asked, “What style was that you was using just now?”

“Actually, it’s a mixed style I put together,” James replied. “When I was younger, my dad put in a lot of money to teach me Muay Thai. After learning that I took up aikido and I just kind of ended up mixing the two.”

“That’s bad dude,” Dante replied smiling. “I like your style.”

“Same here!” James replied, as he and Dante touched fists.

“Ummm…excuse me!” Mari spoke up. “Dante, I hate to interrupt but it’s almost time for the bidding. If you want, you can use the bathroom upstairs and get cleaned up.”

“I’ll show him!” Natalie spoke up, smiling up at him.

“We’ll talk some more after this bidding thing over with,” Dante told James, allowing Natalie to lead him off back inside the building.

* * *

Following Natalie as she led him into the bathroom that looked as if it could belong inside Dominic and Carmen’s mansion, Dante barely got fully into the bathroom when Natalie pushed him up against the closed bathroom door and was all over him.

Pushing Natalie gently back, he broke their kiss as Natalie cried in protest. Dante said, “Natalie, come on! We can’t . . .”

“Don’t say it, Dante!” she demanded, cutting him off. “I don’t want to hear it about you working for my father or anything else. I want to be with you and I am so serious, Dante. What is it? Are you not attracted to me?”

“Come on, Natalie!” Dante said, as he walked around her and sat on the edge of the counter facing her. “Of course, I’m feeling you. That’s not the problem at all. It’s just that I’m dealing with something…or someone…back at home.”

“You mean Alinna?”

Staring at Natalie in surprise, Dante asked, “How you know about Alinna?”

“Because I heard you talking about her twice with your sister, Vanessa.”

“When?”

“The first time was when I caught you outside by the pool at the guest house after the shooting. You thought I left but I came back and heard you talking. The second time was yesterday when I heard you talking to someone named Dre. You said something about letting Alinna do Alinna and admitted that you was finished with her.”

“You heard all that?”

Nodding her head yes, Natalie walked over to Dante, stopped directly in front of him, and said, “Dante, I know about your son and daughter and I know that the captain you was on the phone with earlier is your daughter’s mother, but the two of you are not together. I have to be honest with you though. I’m really falling in love with you, Dante. I just want you to give us a chance. I’m not asking for much. You said you’re attracted to me too, so please, Dante! Give us a chance!”

Natalie again went in for a kiss, which Dante allowed. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck and he returned her kiss. He then reached around gripping Natalie’s soft ass and squeezed it, which caused her to moan while still kissing him.

* * *

Ten minutes later, they returned downstairs to find a large group of women crowding the main floor in front of the stage. Natalie led Dante through the crowd of women hearing whispers that grew louder. Natalie saw Mari and her mother off to the side, with a crowd of smiling women all focused on the dark-skinned guy on the stage.

“Where the hell . . . ?”

“When does Dante go up?” Natalie asked, cutting Mari off as she started to complain.

Sucking her teeth, Mari grabbed Dante’s hand, pulling him away and leading him past the smiling and staring women.

“So, how did it go?” Carmen asked smiling, watching her daughter as Natalie stood smiling at Dante.

As she shifted her eyes from watching Dante to her mother, Natalie answered, “He said she was with someone else.”

“You mean his son’s mother?”

Nodding her head yes, Natalie replied, “He still loves her but he also admitted that he cares for me.”

“So, I take it that you two have agreed to see each other then?”

Nodding her head yes with an even bigger smile on her face, Natalie broke eye contact with her mother and shifted her eyes to the stage just as the women in the crowd began screaming and yelling out.

Watching Dante being escorted out onto the stage by a slim and young-looking white woman, Natalie felt her cheeks begin hurting as she stood smiling from ear to ear. She watched her man just as the bidding began on Dante.

* * *

“Alinna, relax!” Alex told her, glancing from the road over to Alinna and noticing the nervous expression she had on her face.

Looking over at Alex as he reached over, taking her hand in his and intertwining their fingers, Alinna gave a small smile before turning her attention back outside her window.

Five minutes later, watching as Alex slowed the Cadillac in front of a royal blue and white house, he parked his vehicle. Alinna turned to look over at him and heard someone yell out Alex’s name.

Swinging her head back around, Alinna locked in on Alex’s younger sister as she rushed out the front door to the house, running to the car.

“Come on!” Alex said, releasing Alinna’s hand and climbing out of the car.

Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, Alinna opened the car door and climbed out to meet Alex’s baby sister.

“So, this is her?” Kim said with a smile, looking away from her brother to Alinna. “Alex said you was beautiful. I agree with him. You are!”

“Alinna, meet my little sister, Kimberly Williams,” Alex introduced them, smiling at Alinna and then over at his sister.

Shaking Kimberly’s hand, Alinna said, “It’s good to finally meet you, Kimberly. Alex tells me a lot about you.”

“Call me Kim!” she told Alinna. She took her hand and led her off. “Come! Let’s talk while Alex goes to the back where my husband is.”

* * *

Arriving back at the mansion a little after 5:00 p.m., Dante parked the Benz out front. As he was climbing out of the driver’s seat, the passenger and back doors were opened by the mansion’s personal valet.

Dante walked around the car and handed his keys to the young valet to park the car. He looked over at Carmen just as Natalie took his hand in hers. She said, “I’ll leave you two to enjoy the rest of the day since my daughter just paid $4,500 for you, Dante.”

Dante watched as Carmen walked off with a smile on her face. He shifted his eyes down to Natalie as she pulled his hand and led him to the front door.

“Where we going?”

“I feel like being alone with you!” Natalie replied and said nothing else. She kept smiling as she led him inside the mansion and straight over to the elevator.

As soon as the both of them stepped onto the elevator and the door began closing, Dante felt Natalie grip his shirt and push him up against the elevator’s back wall.

Stepping into Dante, she pressed herself up against him. She slyly reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck; pulling him down as she raised her heard and met his lips in a kiss.

Natalie moaned again as she felt Dante grip her ass in both his hands. She was busy grinding her lower half against Dante’s hard-on imprint of his manhood when he broke the kiss.

Whining in protest, Natalie asked, “Dante, what’s wrong? Why are you stopping?”

Reaching around her and hitting the open door button on the elevator control board, Dante caught the door before it closed again. He looked back at Natalie as she was turning to look at him and said, “I think we on our floor.”

Smiling as she took his hand again, Natalie walked to the left after exiting the elevator toward a cream-colored hallway. Dante could hear the sound of her heels clicking against the tile floor.

At the end of the hallway she turned right toward two brown, oil-shined doors. Natalie led Dante into the professional home theater that her father had built.

“You joking, right?” Dante said in disbelief, staring around the huge room as he noticed the brown sofa-like theater seats.

“Come sit down!” Natalie told him smiling. She led Dante over to the wide and soft-cushioned sofa, pushing him down. “I’ll be right back.”

Watching Natalie as she walked away, Dante looked back at the wide theater screen, slowly shaking his head and smirking.

The lights went out after a few moments and a movie began to play on the screen. Dante was staring at the screen when he caught the strong smell of weed just as Natalie walked in front of him holding two bottles and a joint hanging between her lips.

“You smoke?” Dante asked, taking the bottle she handed him.

“Sometimes,” Natalie answered, as she took the joint and placed it back between her lips and took a deep pull.

Surprised, Dante shook his head and turned his attention to the screen. When he saw Wesley Snipes, he recognized the movie was
Art of War
.

“Here!” Natalie said, handing Dante the joint. She took his beer bottle and sat it down next to hers atop the glass coffee table in front of them. Turning back to him, Natalie climbed onto his lap and straddled him. She bent down and took in the smoke he blew out, inhaling his hit before releasing the smoke.

She bent again to kiss Dante’s lips as she reached down and undid his jeans, pulling down the zipper and lifting herself up a little. She reached inside and pulled out his semi hard-on from his boxers.

“Oh, my God!” Natalie cried in disbelief and shock as she stared down at the size and thickness of Dante’s manhood.

“Oh! So what, you scared now?” Dante asked, as he held the joint up to his lips, taking in another deep pull.

Feeing how nervous she truly was now but not willing to admit it, Natalie slowly smiled as she began pulling off her shirt. She had never been more aroused in her life.

* * *

“Oh…my…God!” Natalie said, bravely getting her words out over her deep breathing after having three unbelievable orgasms. She took his too thick, too fat, and too long manhood inside her, even though a few inches couldn’t fit.

Brushing back her hair and smiling when Natalie met his eyes, Dante asked, “You alright?”

Nodding her head yes while smiling down at Dante, Natalie bent to kiss him as she began moving up and down on his manhood.

“Oh God, Dante! Baby, you feel so…yessss! That feels so good!” Natalie moaned, as she rode Dante, feeling him pushing deeper into her.

Dante listened to her as she dug her nails into his shoulders where she gripped him. He watched her face as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her pussy muscles worked and she came on his dick. He held her body as she shook in his arms again crying out his name.

Waiting until she calmed down, Dante lightly slapped Natalie on the ass and said, “Get up!”

Doing as she was told, she climbed off of Dante, allowing him to position her on the sofa facing the back. On her knees, Natalie looked over her shoulder watching as Dante stepped up behind her.

“God, yes!” Natalie cried, as Dante pushed back inside her. “Baby, slow. Go slow, baby, please!”