“What?” Bianca said playfully as she continued to wake from her slumber, purposely in a slow, sexy motion. She did a feline stretch and yawned.
“Don’t what me. You know what the fuck you doing.” Caesar grinned. “Look at all this.” He looked around the room. “Baby, this is so nice.” He took off the jean jacket he was wearing and climbed on top of Bianca’s stretched-out body, his combat boots hanging off the edge of the bed. He pecked Bianca softly on her lips. “I love that you love me, but I love you more.” He gave her another long kiss. She kissed him back, but when he tried to use some tongue, she turned her head away.
“I been sleeping. My breath is probably tart,” Bianca said. She’d brushed her teeth earlier, but the toothpaste and mouthwash had worn off. Her mouth tasted funny.
“I don’t care. I’ll take you how you are, stank breath and all.” He used his hand to turn Bianca’s head to face him. He then parted her lips with his tongue.
“Mmmm,” Bianca moaned, giving in and participating in the French kiss. Bianca grabbed Caesar by the back of his head and began running her hands up and down his head while kissing him with increasing passion.
After a few seconds, Caesar pulled away, staring Bianca in her eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this special setup.” He looked around the room. “Thank you.” He kissed her again.
“You’re welcome,” Bianca said when Caesar pulled his lips from her.
He gave her a quick peck before standing up. “Let me go jump in the shower, then we can pick up where we left off.” He nodded toward the bowl holding a wine that he had brought in the room.
“Why don’t you go grab us a couple glasses, unless you planned on us taking it from the bottle?”
Bianca got out of the bed. “No, sir. I got other plans for that bottle.” She spanked him on the butt as she walked away.
Caesar watched Bianca walk out of the bedroom to the kitchen, shaking his head the entire time. He had the sexiest female in the city, if not the whole state.
Fifteen minutes later, he was in the bed, still slightly damp from his shower, indulging in all of Bianca’s sexiness.
“You know what I love?” Bianca asked as she lay between Caesar’s legs, holding the glass of wine the two took turns sipping from.
“What’s that, baby?” Caesar moved Bianca’s hair to the side and kissed her on the neck.
“The taste of wine on your tongue.” Bianca crawled around to face her man. She fed him a sip of wine and then sucked it off of his tongue. The two engaged in a kiss.
“Mmmm,” Caesar said, running his tongue across Bianca’s lips. “And you know where I love tasting wine from?”
A smirk took over Bianca’s lips. “That I do.” Bianca handed Caesar the wine. He sipped it while he watched Bianca get up on her knees, displaying her perfect physique. She let it slide down her arms and land on the bed. She went to turn around on all fours.
“Not on the bed,” Caesar said. “Bathroom.”
Bianca got up and walked into the bathroom. Caesar swallowed the last of the wine in the glass and then refilled it before heading into the bathroom himself. When he got in there, Bianca was sitting on the floor, waiting for him.
“One more second. Let me get my magic potion.” He set the glass of wine down on the counter.
Bianca sucked her teeth. “Come on, baby, I’m so ready for you. You don’t need that.”
“You know I like to drive all night,” Caesar told her. “I need to make sure my gas tank is on full. And stop whining. You know you like to ride all night too.”
Bianca stopped pouting. “Well, you do have a point there.”
“Thought so. I’ll be right back.” Caesar made a trip to their closet.
Bianca wasn’t the only one who stored her merchandise in their closet. Caesar had a nice little pharmaceutical section tucked away. And once again, Bianca wasn’t the only one who sometimes used, or in her case, wore, her own merchandise. Caesar dipped into his product every now and then. It was nothing heavy like crack or the heroin that he sold. Just Ecstasy pills, and he only popped them when he wanted an all-nighter with his woman.
At first, Bianca found it strange that Caesar couldn’t seem to get into sex unless he popped an X, but then she chalked it up to him having had so much sex in his younger days that it affected him now. She’d once heard a commercial saying something about lots of men having problems getting it up and keeping it up, but that was men over forty. Caesar wasn’t even thirty. But once she saw the effects of him popping an X, and how she benefitted, she had no complaints. She stopped questioning why and just kicked back and enjoyed the effects it took on him.
Caesar bent down and pulled out the four-tier shoe rack that housed the tennis shoes he only wore on special occasions. Taped behind it were two very large manila envelopes. One held nothing but hundred-dollar bills. Caesar had a few places he stored cash, but most of it he kept in a safe deposit box where he did his banking. Yes, he actually did have a bank account. The most he kept in it was twenty grand. He used the account the same way any everyday, hardworking man would. He paid bills from it and deposited his paychecks into it. His paycheck came from Lawson’s Entertainment, LLC. That was the company his brother had hired a lawyer to incorporate for him back in Florida. On paper, it looked as if the company managed artists and booked them for gigs in nightclubs, private parties, etc. In his legal business, Caesar was a booking agent.
A few months ago,
