Chapter eleven

Clearwater, FL

The sky was dark gray. The thunder clapped loudly and moments later the horizon lit up. Jake sat up in bed and reached for his cell phone which sat on the nightstand. There was a text message from "Tu Gata."

He smirked. He remembered the first time he met her at the club. She looked perfect with long flowing hair, a thick bottom, a slim waist, and a nice set of tatas. She looked like she was on the prowl for something. She walked right up to him and said, "Give me your cell phone."

He eyed her, "Why?" he asked.

"Just enter your code and let me see the phone."

He entered his code and gave her the phone. She entered her phone number with the name Tu Gata. "How's London?" he typed and waited.

"Sad without you."

He smiled. It was a dangerous game but he didn't know who she was until after they had been together. That night he took her to his place. In his bedroom, she went wild on his dick. He had not been ridden that hard since his ex-wife Nyla.

"Slow down," he said to her as sweat dripped down the side of his face, "shit, girl."

She chuckled and went a little slower enjoying every inch of him until she gasped and he filled her tight cunt with his jizz. She looked down into his eyes, "Soon, you'll forget about her."

"You think so?"

She nodded, "You might as well."

"Um, we'll see."

He rubbed his chin as another message appeared, "Come to London."

"How am I going to do that?"

"Just book a flight, silly."

"You know I can't just show up in London. I'll see you when you get back."

"Please, don't make me beg. My mom won't find out. I'll book you a room away from everything."

He thought about it. He had gotten used to feeling her. And it wasn't just the sex. She was funny and spontaneous. But how would Dona Kathy react if she knew? He didn't want a potential Scarface situation where he ended up lying on the floor of his condo body riddled with bullet holes.

"Fuck, he said out loud to himself; yet, he shook his head and replied, "A'ight. Fine."

London, England

"Um, um, um," she moaned as she lay on her back. Gio had her legs spread wide as his length filled her sloppy wet center. His thumb rubbed her swollen gem repeatedly until clear liquid sprayed. Her mouth was filled with Erick's tongue as he rubbed her full belly and she stroked his full cock with her hand.

"I love you, babe," Erick said as he looked into her eyes. She smiled just before her eyes rolled back. He watched as she climaxed again and again. His cock was hard and he wanted to feel her center. So, he eased down and looked at Gio. Gio pulled out and went up to her head and kneeled. Her mouth opened and received him.

She tasted her nectar on his rod as her center was filled with Erick's thickness. They were in sexual bliss. He stroked at an even tempo watching her tits and belly wobble with every thrust.

Her mouth was stuffed. She felt a bit of cum melt on her tongue and moments later, her mouth was filled. She cleaned off his rod and panted. His lips found her lips and they kissed long and sweetly until Erick erupted inside her.

It was done. His aunt Kathy had gifted him the home that once belonged to her brother Saul. Donatello was in his new office looking through papers, pictures, and other items that belonged to his late uncle Saul.

He saw receipts for recording equipment and an address to where the items were shipped. He rubbed his chin, "Recording studio?" he questioned out loud.

Kathy peeped her head into the office, "How do you like your new house?"

He smiled, "I love it. Thanks, Tia."

She smiled, "You're welcome. Anything for you." She had spent a lot of time molding him after her oldest brother died. She took him under her wing.

"Did Uncle Saul own a recording studio?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Not that I know of. He knows nothing about the music business. Although, he was dating some girl ... she was young. A singer. I don't think it worked out. She was strung out on drugs."

He nodded. He had seen a picture of her when she was younger and he also remembered her face when she showed up that afternoon. I need to find out more about this girl and what she knew of my uncle's business, he thought.

"I'm going to go take care of a few things but I'll meet up with you all later for dinner and we can discuss the new business," she said before strutting away. She had plans to meet with her boo-thang at a fancy hotel.

He sighed. He had no interest in being the manager of an escort business. But the recording studio was something he had an interest in. He went to college for a few years and studied sound engineering but never pursued his passion fully.

He heard the sound of her voice playing on the radio. He smiled, "I still have to get you to sing at my birthday party," he commented as he listened to Nyla's song. He had been calling the studio repeatedly trying to book her but they had not responded to his request. What if I can get her to sign with me, he wondered.

He grinned and prepared himself to leave the house for the day.

Her face glowed as she sat stirring her tea. Emily's face lit up, "I'm so happy for you and for me."

Nyla nodded, "Yes, for both of us. How did your sister take you moving out?"

She sighed, "She was a little upset at first but I got Nigel's mom to help her out with Adrienne."

"I'm glad the girls still get to go to school together."

"Me too."

As they sat talking and laughing, a man was eyeing them from across the restaurant. He stood and made his way over to their table, "Oh my God, it's you," he stated with certainty.

They looked into his intense gaze. He was handsome yet had this vibe about him that was mysterious. Emily nudged Nyla, "He must be talking about you, Superstar."

Nyla smiled, "Hi."

"You are Lady Nyla."

She nodded, "I am."

He looked at her belly, "I had no idea."

She touched her belly and smiled, "Yeah, I haven't made a big announcement just yet."

"Well, congratulations," he said as he reached out his hand.

She shook it, "Thank you, this is my friend Emily and you are?"

"Donatello. I have been attempting to contact you about a party next month. Your label hasn't answered my request."

"Oh, I'm sorry. They get a lot of requests. I don't think I have anything for next month. I can probably do it. I just have to run it by my manager."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, "This is my phone number. Please have your manager contact me."

She looked at the card which only had his name and phone number. She smiled, "I'll pass it along to him."

"Thanks so much, you ladies enjoy."

They watched as he left. Emily grinned, "I think he was hoping for more than just a few songs at a party."

Nyla chuckled, "Girl, stop."

"I'm serious, the way he stared at your tits. I swear if you weren't already pregnant, he would have impregnated you with his wanton glare."

They cackled as they continued to sip and talk. Moments later, they were greeted by another visitor. She held a little gift bag in hand, "I know I'm the last person you'd want to be friends with but I got you this," Sky said to Nyla as she handed her the bag.

Nyla hesitated but took it and removed the gift paper. She pulled out a small box. She opened it and found a charm with a microphone along with the silver bracelet. Nyla smiled, "This is sweet, Thank you."

Skylar smiled, "I just wanted to apologize for how I acted before. I was an ass, rude, mean— You can stop me."

Nyla chuckled, "You left out spoiled, jealous, and entitled."

Sky nodded, "I suppose you're right. Since Emilio and I are dating, I don't want him to have to choose. We can be cordial if not friends."

Nyla smiled and reached out her hand, "It's all water under the bridge, sis. Sit with us."

Happily, Skylar joined them and ordered a cup of tea.

She nearly floated on air as she made her way to her apartment. She spoke to her neighbors and picked a few flowers before entering the main door of the building. Saul was gone. She no longer had to think about the unimaginable task he requested her to do. She was free of his bullshit.

She made it to her apartment, opened the door, and immediately froze. He turned to her where he stood with an apple in hand, "Hello again, Skylar, am I right?"

She stammered, "Uh, uh, how—"

"How is not important? Close the door." He saw the terrified look on her face.

"Mira, don't even think about running. I'm not going to hurt you. I just have a few questions."

"I had nothing to do with Saul's death."

He chuckled and tossed the core into the trash, "No one's here to accuse you. I was just wondering what your relationship was with my uncle."

She placed her purse on the table, "It was nothing. We dated briefly and that was it."

He smirked and rubbed his chin, "I think it was more than that but I'll let that go for now."

She gulped with relief, "Is that it?"

He shook his head, "I saw you talking to a lady earlier at a restaurant. Is she your friend?"

"Lady?"

"Come on Skylar, Lady Nyla, London's hottest new talent."

"I've only known her a short time. She sings for Nigel's label."

"And her baby?"

"She's pregnant, her manager, Giovanni."

He touched her chin, "Thanks, Skylar. See, that's all I needed." He started for the door.

"Why do you care about Nyla?"

He shrugged, "I'm looking for talent."

"Are you a producer? Do you have a label?"

"I've acquired a recording studio. I'm sure if Nyla is offered a better deal, maybe she'll be convinced to see what I'm offering."

Sky scoffed, "She's not the only singer in London."

He smiled, "I knew there was more to you, Ms. Skylar."

The hotel restaurant was busy but not so busy that Fernando's eyes could not witness a very interesting sight. He was having dinner alone since Kathy had to meet with Donatello and the men, she hired to work the dating app.

He paid for his meal and left the table. He made haste in that direction and saw him standing by the elevator, "Que haces aqui, hombre?" he asked.

Jake turned slowly, "Fernando?"

"Why aren't you in Florida keeping track of things?"

"Left one of the guys in charge. I wanted to come to check on things here or have you and Kathy forgotten what y'all promised me?"

Fernando smacked his lips, "She hasn't forgotten but I thought we agreed that you wouldn't move before she approved."

"I'm tired of waiting. I may as well do what I came to do."

He chuckled, "And what do you plan to do? Kill him?"

He sucked his teeth, "I ain't no killer. I just wanna whip his ass or expose him on some bullshit."

Fernando nodded, "You can't do anything. You have to wait. And keep a low profile. Take a flight back in a couple of days. She can't know you came here without her approval."

Quickly Jake agreed. Fernando was about to ask another question but he smiled, "Enjoy your stay." He watched as Jake stepped onto the elevator.

He rolled his overnight-sized luggage to the room; he used the card to open the door. Immediately, he was greeted with a kiss, "Welcome to London, papi," she said happily wearing a sheer robe with nothing underneath.

Immediately she undid his pants and devoured his length. They didn't realize the door was slightly open. They also didn't realize that a pair of eyes were there at the door witnessing her on her knees polishing a man's knob.

"Guk, guk, guk, agghhh," she sucked and gagged, his cock popped out her mouth, "ay papicito, mi chulito, I love you, Jake."

The eyes at the door widened. Suddenly the door shut. Jake turned, "What was that?" he questioned nervously.

"Nothing papi." She stuffed her mouth once more. His hands gathered her luscious silky hair. He watched her work magic on his rod.