Chapter 9

Shaquille POV

"What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?"

"Lynn... Can we talk inside please," I whispered, looking over my shoulders, "What you don't need is attention from media, trust me... It the worst,"

"Alright," she mumbled, "Come on in,"

Ambling past her, I looked around her apartment, it was nice, didn't have the most eye-catching details but it was clean a bit homely, but clean.

"Alright, Jensen," she slammed the door behind her, "I know you are not here to check out my flat so spill it," she walked towards me, sucking on the sole of her finger,

"I believe when you have a visitor the first thing you ask is, do you want anything to drink," I smirked, taunting her, I enjoyed doing too, but I just need to get far under her skin before I drop the bomb on her,

"Well, it's a good thing you're not a visitor, you popped up at my place unannounced... How do you even know where I live?"

Other than the night that we ran into each other, I kind of did a background on my employees, I don't want another Mr. B around me not my business,

"You are aware that I am the now running things now, so I have come across you and your fri—coworkers’ portfolios right?" I raised my eyebrows, staring at her,

"What do you want Jensen," she rolled her eyes, annoyed by my presence,

"First... A glass of water would be nice,"

Scoffing loudly, she marched to another room, I could the cupboards from here so it's safe the say it the kitchen. Walking in after her, I found her standing over the sink, running her finger under the tap,

"Everything is okay?"

"Yeah, I cut myself, but it won't stop bleeding." She glanced back at me.

"Let me see," I walked up next to her, snatching her hand from under the pipe before she could decline, it was bleeding pretty badly, but not bad enough where she had to go to the hospital, I just have to do a special trick my mom taught me,

"Do you have coffee,"

"Yeah, it's the in the top cupboard,"

Opening the cabinet, I took out the jar, placing it down the table,

"I will also need a bandage,"

"For what Jensen, it's just a cut, not a broken bone, why can't you put a band aid over it, and what are you going to do with the coffee, make yourself a cup while I bleed out to death,"

"What? Do be silly," I shook my head, "You have been demanding for a drink since you got here,"

Smirking, I flipped open the lid, sprinkling coffee grounds all over the wound, watch as it soaked up by blood, I repeated the process covering her finger with layers of coffee until It was no longer wet,

"Now..." I spoke, "I will need a thin sheet of bandage... Like a gauze," I looked her, swallowing hard when I caught her staring at me, with eyes of curiosity,

"It's under the sink, and don't judge me, I never had any uses for it until now,"

"Understandable," I chuckled, stooping down to grab the roll from under the sink,

"I have a for you, Jensen,"

"Sure, go ahead... Ask me anything," I stood up, ripping the sheet off at the length I needed,

"Who taught you this? You know with the coffee,"

I froze when I heard her question, anything except that, I thought.

"My mom... I would almost get these nasty cuts as a child..." I explained to her, as I wrapped her finger,

"And they wouldn't stop bleeding, so mom she..." I smiled as she remembered her face, "She would try different things, and looking back at it now, it was totally not safe or sanitary," we both giggled,

"But it helped," I added, tying the finally knots on the plaster,

"And where is she now? And why do you talk about her like she is a memory?"

Lowering her hand on the counter in stared into her eyes, I haven't noticed how close we were,

"Because she is. My mother... she died... Lost her battle to cancer,"

"I am sorry to hear that," she whispered, ogling down my lips, hers brushing against mine, her hot breath on my face, making me desire her more, but I couldn't,

"Yea, it sucks," I pulled away, clearing my throat,

"I came here because I want to take to you about something important,"

"What?" She coldly asked, "Here to blackmail me into not the others, or are you here to seduce me?" She picked up a knife from the counter, slicing half of a bell pepper into strips, pushing them aside on the cutting board, Oh so that's how you cut your finger,

"Lynn... Just hear me out,"

"Leave Jensen," she had her back turned to me chopping more vigorously, I am afraid she might take a joint of next time,

"It's about that, I promise,"

"Then what is it?"

"My father, he too is sick... And he wants me to find a girlfriend before he dies, and I told him I did."

"That's good for you Shaquille, I am not sure how I come into play but yeah, right,"

"Before I say anything else, I want to first inform you that there a fee,"

"Again, I am not sure how I am involved with this,"

"Two million dollars for a year and I will pay you five hundred thousand every three months,"

Lynn stopped cutting up the pepper, I was not sure if it the offer that stunned her, or the fact that I indirectly told her she was my fake girlfriend,

"What did you, Jensen?" She calmly asked, back still turned to me,

"I sort of told him that my girlfriend... Her name was Lynn."

"Get out..."

"Lynn please..."

"Get the fuck out of my apartment Shaquille!" She fisted the counter,

"Get out! Now!"

I respected her wishes and I left, I knew what I did was wrong, and I can admit that, but the damage was already done. Sitting in my car, I couldn't bring myself to drive off, how am I going to fix this, I thought. If Lynn wasn't willing to do it, there is one other woman I know would don't in a heartbeat. Scouring through the documents on the passenger seat, I picked up the paper in my hand, dialing her number,

"Finally, you call." She giggled on the other end of the line.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked,

"I don't have a lot of people calling me Jensen, of course, I knew it was you, it had to be... Thanks for not disappointing,"

"I see. Where are you right now?"

"I am about to leave work? Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything is perfect... Can I come and get you?"

"Sure. That would be perfect."

"See you then," I ended the call, bringing the engine to life.

In the bank's parking lot, Sherri was sitting under a shed, waiting for me,

"Get in," I pulled up at her feet, smirking through the window,

"Took you long enough," she laughed, hopping into the passenger's seat,

"Sorry I kept you waiting,"

"Right. So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Honestly, I want to ask you for a favor, but to talk with you here isn't safe, is there someplace we can go... A place of your choice,"

"How about your house?"

"You sure... I mean that's not what I meant when I said..."

"I am sure Jensen," she leans over squeezing my leg,

Yeah, this is definitely not what I meant, I thought.

My house, wow that's a big jump, most girls would want to go to an expensive restaurant, you know to talk, but Sherri jumped the gun and got straight to what she wanted, and could I decline? No? She wants the only option I had to be my Lynn, and you must be thinking, a millionaire like myself must have a lot of females drooling over me, yes if you're looking for a once upon a time story, but right every woman hates me, even Lynn luckily Sherri didn't,

"Nice crib," she mumbled, as the car waited in front of the automatic gate,

"Millionaire lifestyle, I see,"

Won't be a millionaire much longer if this plan won't work, I will just be rich. And I don't mind being rich, it's just that... I know Lilith is behind my father's actions, she knows scandals always seem to find my doorstep, and for that, the real women shy away, and gold diggers they... They don't mind. And with me out of the picture, and the will, Lilith and her evil offspring will get everything. So, it's not that I am a lazy brat, who is spoiled by 'daddy' No, I am just protecting him, this life, or the next...

"It's the floors for me," he heels clicked on the marbled, hands on her hips as she stood in front of the fireplace,

"Do you want something to drink," I turned around, hauling a bottle of whiskey out of the liquor cabinet, pouring it into a cup, staring at my firearm in its holder, my mind shifted to Lynn, the day of the robbery was the last time I carried it around, I don't know why but... I didn’t want to carry it around Lynn,

"Yeah, " she whispered, "But not that."

"What do—" I turned around. Her coat was off, and she wasn't wearing her uniform.

"Do you like it?" She ambled towards me. "After I saw you, I took my lunchtime to order it."

I blinked rapidly, tracing my eyes over every inch of her body the mesh covered, and parts it didn't,

"It nice," I brought the cup to lips, sipping slowly,

Stooping before me, she unbuckled my belt, pulling down the zipper before taking my hard cock out. With firms around it with her both hands, she bobbed her head, salvia increasing the friction as her lips glided over it,

"Fuck," I set the cup down, gripping firmly into her hair, wrapping it around my wrist as push myself down her throat. Faster and faster, I fucked her mouth, thrusting down her throat without mercy. Feeling my dick pulsating, I began to slow down, stroking still as I fill the back of her throat with my seed, fuck... That felt great.

"Fuck," I groaned, reaching for my cup, "That was great... So fucking great,"

"Jensen, I—" she looked away,

"There is a necklace I like, it's only for five grand, I was wondering..."

Of course, what did I say earlier about good diggers, they don't mind. I was still leaning against the table, with my pants down, cum dripping down my slit and this woman is asking me about a damn necklace,

"Jensen... Jensen?"

"Yeah...Yeah?"

"The favor... The one that you said you wanted from me?"

"Umm... Yeah, about that... Don't worry about it, I will deal with that later,"

Lynn is all I have left.