“Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good.”
– Miamor
Miamor couldn’t get Carter out of her head. Even while she was on a job, he was constantly entering her thoughts, and she hated herself for feeling him so much. It had been two weeks since their steamy encounter on the beach and she was open. Why hasn’t he called me? she thought to herself. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked him so quick. He probably thinking I’m one of these sack-chasing busto bitches.
Miamor shook the thought of Carter out of her mind as she reluctantly crawled out of her three-thousand-dollar cherrywood canopy bed and stretched her arms high above her head. She tiptoed as her body extended in relaxation toward the sky, causing her to shriek in delight. She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She pulled her hair up in a raggedy ponytail and noticed the slight bags that were beginning to form under her eyes. I’ve got to get some rest, she thought. I look like shit.
Her eyes drifted down to the picture of her and her friends that sat on the dresser. She picked it up, and a smile slowly spread across her face as she looked at herself, Aries, Robyn, and, most importantly, Anisa. It had been taken over a year ago at a Fourth of July party. She reminisced how they used to step into the club. They were forever fly and were always led through the crowd by Anisa. Mad niggas lusted after their crew, and they got a lot of attention wherever they went. They were always the belles of the ball and the center of attention. Anisa had been the ringleader of their clique, the one to teach Miamor all of her murdering and hustling ways. Her big sister was truly her best friend, and now that she was gone, Miamor felt a strange hole in her heart.
A solitary tear leaked out of her eye, and she quickly brushed it off her face. She set the picture back on her dresser, turning it face down as she walked out of her bedroom. Every time she looked at something that reminded her of Anisa, she broke down. No matter how much Miamor’s girls tried to convince her otherwise, she continued to blame herself for her sister’s death.
She stopped in her hallway and looked down at her sister’s bedroom door. It was closed. She hadn’t stepped foot inside it since Anisa had been killed. She just couldn’t bring herself to look at her sister’s things. She quickly turned and made her way into her kitchen. She opened her cabinets and pulled out some pancake batter. Tears came to her eyes as she slammed the box of batter on the counter. She leaned onto the countertop and wept as she thought of her sister. Every Friday morning, she and Anisa would cook pancakes together. It was a silly tradition that they had shared since their pre-teen years, but it was something that she cherished. Miamor knew that she would never share another intimate moment with her sister, and it hurt her to the depths of her soul.
“Ughh!” she screamed in frustration. She hated feeling so weak. She had never been the emotional type, but her sister’s death brought out years of harbored emotions.
Miamor looked around her condominium, and everything about it reminded her of Anisa. Anisa picked out the furniture, the scent of the candles, even the food in the refrigerator, all of which served as a constant reminder of her failure to protect the ones around her.
She poured the pancake mix out of the box and turned on the faucet to rinse it down the sink. “I can’t stay here. This shit is gon’ drive me crazy,” she said out loud to herself. She opened up her kitchen drawers and searched until she found the card of the realtor that had sold her the condo. It was time for her to sell her place. I have to find a new spot. I can’t even breathe in here. She grabbed her cell phone and quickly punched in the numbers.
“Harper Spokes, please.”
Carter looked at all of the possessions he had brought back to Miami from Flint. There was no way he could continue to live out of a hotel. He had made the move South, now he needed to find his own spot. He picked up his cell and called Monroe.
“Money, this is Carter,” he stated when his younger brother answered the phone.
“What’s good, bro?”
“Aye, I just brought all of my stuff down here from Up Top. Now I need a place to put it,” he replied, laughter in his voice. “Do you have time to show me a few properties today?”
“My schedule’s pretty full today, fam, but I can get one of the board associates to take you around. You looking to rent or buy?”
Carter replied, “Come on, fam, do I look like one of these rent-a-center-ass niggas? You know I ain’t living up in no shit I don’t own.”
“Yeah, I hear you. Well, come on down to the office when you’re ready.”
“A’ight, I’ll be down there in about an hour.”
Carter dressed simply in an all-white, short-sleeve Sean John button-up with a crisp, white t-shirt underneath, his light jeans and Prada sneakers completing his hookup. Then he put on a 10-kt. necklace that had three tight rows of colorless diamonds.
After hanging his iPhone from his hip and tucking his.45 in his waistline, he was ready to go. Carter hopped in his Range, tucked his gun away in a hidden compartment behind his custom stereo, and then headed toward Diamond Realty.
When he walked into the office, he brought an instant smile to the face of the attractive receptionist sitting behind the desk.
“Hi, is there something that I can do for you?” Her eyes roamed suggestively over Carter’s muscular build.
Her come-on was obvious, and he gave her a polite smirk in response. “I’m here to see my brother, Monroe Diamond.”
The receptionist licked her lips and stated, “You can go right back to his office.”
Carter nodded and then headed down the hall.
Before he was out of sight, the receptionist called out, “And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Carter smiled but didn’t reply. He simply continued on his way until he came to an office that read Diamond on the door. He knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Monroe called out.
Carter entered the office and slapped hands with Monroe. They pulled each other close for a brief second before sitting down.
“Carter, this is Harper Spokes. Harper, this is my older brother, Carter.”
Harper shook hands with the young man beside him and said, “You resemble your father.”
“So I’ve heard,” Carter answered.
“He was a good friend of mine. I’m sorry for your loss,” Harper said.
“Thank you.”
Money cleared his throat. “Harper tells me that we have a couple properties for you to view today.”
Harper pulled out a portfolio with available properties inside, and Carter chose three that he was interested in purchasing.
“How quickly are you looking to move in?” Harper asked.
“As soon as possible.”
“You are aware that Diamond Realty only deals in highend properties. Do you need financing? How do you plan on paying for the property?” Harper asked, causing Money to look up from the stack of papers on his desk.
Money, a bit offended at Harper’s question, replied bluntly before Carter could answer, “In cash.”
Carter, offended as well, said, “What other way is there?”
“Just like your father… you work in cash. That’s how I like it,” Harper stated.
“I bet you do,” said Carter in a sarcastic tone.
Although Miamor never kept a dirty house, she cleaned it from top to bottom to ensure that it was presentable for her prospective buyer. The only room that she hadn’t touched was Anisa’s.
She loved her realtor. As soon as she called him and told him she wanted to sell her place, he was on top of things. Within a few hours he had called her back and told her he had found a potential purchaser. The day slowly crept by as she waited for her realtor to arrive. It was five o’clock in the afternoon when she finally heard the knock on the door.
Miamor opened her door, and her jaw hit the floor when she saw Carter standing beside her realtor.
“Ms. Matthews, this is Carter Jones,” Harper stated. “Carter Jones, Miamor Matthews.”
Carter was just as surprised to see Miamor standing before him. She didn’t seem too happy to see him but, for business purposes, held out her hand for him to shake it.
“Mr. Jones,” she said.
Carter smirked at her act, but played along, giving off the perception that they had just met.
“Well, if you don’t mind, we’ll just take a look around,” Harper stated.
Miamor shook her head in protest. “Oh no, Harper. Please allow me to show him around. You can make yourself comfortable here in the living room,” she stated.
Miamor walked down the hallway, and Carter followed her into her bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Turning to face her, he noticed that she was standing with her arms folded across her chest. “Come here,” he stated in a low voice.
Not one to hold her tongue, she asked, “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was out of town. You knew that.” Carter stepped closer to Miamor and pulled her near him.
She rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to step into his personal space. “You still could have called. You had me here feeling all fucked-up about sleeping with you. Don’t lie to me, Carter. You can tell me if you ain’t checking for me like that.”
Carter ran his finger across her breast until he felt her nipple swell under her silk dress.
Miamor’s breaths became shallow as she reached up and pulled his head near hers. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth. It was thick, and his kiss was sensual. She immediately became wet as she thought of another place she would like him to lick with his juicy tongue. There is something about this man that I can’t resist, she thought as she reached down and gripped his throbbing manhood. She was so hot and bothered that she considered taking his tool out and fucking him on the spot, but she had a white man sitting in her living room.
“Wait!” she whispered as she continued to kiss him. “We can’t do this right now.” Miamor had spoken the words, but she made no effort to stop Carter from slipping his finger up her White House designer skirt. She wore no panties, so his fingers were instantly drenched in her feminine juices. “You didn’t even call me,” she moaned.
“I’m sorry, ma. It’s all about you,” he answered as she reached for his belt buckle.
“Don’t lie to me,” she whispered in lust.
“I don’t lie, Miamor.” He lifted her shirt and bent down to kiss her stomach gently.
The two were in pure lust for one another as they attacked each other.
“What do I got to do to get some of this, ma?” he asked charmingly. He’d wanted to call her and had every intention of doing so, but his mind had been preoccupied with business.
“Do what you feel,” she stated frankly, staring at him in a challenging way, massaging his hardness through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Grunting lustfully, Carter picked her up by her waist as she wrapped her long legs around his body, grinding her hips into him with a fuck-me passion. The friction alone had her ready to climax. The heat between the two of them burned recklessly as Carter carried her to the oversized cherry wood dresser that sat against the wall, sweeping everything off of it in one motion, causing a loud crash to erupt through the condominium.
“Shh!” she whispered as she sucked on his neck. “Harper is going to hear us.”
Carter ignored her and sat her onto the dresser. He opened her legs, while she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. He entered her without hesitation, moving with a slow rhythm, holding both of her thighs open as wide as they would go. He looked down at his dick as it moved in and out of her. The sight of her massaging her swollen clitoris made his manhood swell even more, and he pounded into her relentlessly.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Is everything all right in there?”
Miamor’s eyes grew wide in alarm at the sound of Harper’s voice. Carter was fucking her so good that she couldn’t stop the moans from slipping off her tongue. She looked at Carter.
“He heard us,” she whispered.
Carter continued to fuck her as he whispered, “Then you better stop all of that moaning, ma.”
In and out, in and out… Miamor groaned in pleasure, “Uh-uh, I can’t,” as she thrust her hips at him in a slow grind. Until now she’d never had a nigga who had a big dick and knew exactly how to use it. She was losing her mind. “Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good,” she moaned as she made the lower half of her body roll in circles.
“Excuse me, guys, is everything okay?” Harper asked again.
Miamor began to reply, “Everything is-ooh shit!” But Carter hit her with the death stroke, hitting her G-spot and silencing her.
In and out, in and out, round and round.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she screamed as the mirror to her dresser began to hit the wall it was leaning against. “Carter! Oh my God, baby, yes!”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Harper, we’re fine! Everything is-Yes, Carter, right there! Carter, don’t stop!” she moaned.
Carter was making her body explode in ways she had never experienced, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“I’m cumming!” she announced. “Oh my, oh!” she screamed one last time before her body went limp in Carter’s arms.
Seconds later, Carter climaxed as well and kissed her sweaty forehead before releasing her.
“Get rid of Harper,” she said as she pushed him gently off of her. “And when you do come back to me, I’ll be waiting in my bed.”
Miamor removed the rest of her clothing and then got underneath her luxury comforter as Carter pulled up his pants and backpedaled out of the room, eyeing every curve on her body. Harper stood checking his watch as Carter walked into the living room, adjusting his jeans.
When Harper looked up and saw Carter walking toward him with his shirt off, his mouth hit the floor in surprise. “Umm-I-I…” Harper didn’t know what to say as he adjusted his glasses nervously. He had certainly heard what had taken place in the bedroom. The small hard-on that showed through his business slacks and the red embarrassing flush of his face indicated that he had heard everything.
“I’ll take the first place we viewed. You’ll have your money tomorrow.” Carter opened the front door for Harper.
Astonished, Harper headed for the door. “Okay, I-I-” Before he could say another word, Carter closed the door in his face.
He made his way back to Miamor and picked up where they had left off, pleasing her in every sexual way over and over again until she was so tired that she could no longer cum.
Miamor lay cuddled up to Carter. She was so comfortable in his embrace. I could get used to this, she thought.
“Why are you selling your spot?” he asked her out of the blue.
“I can’t stay here. I shared this place with my sister, and ever since she died, it just doesn’t feel like home. Everything in here reminds me of her. I miss her.”
“There’s nothing wrong with missing her, Miamor. Selling your crib won’t erase that feeling.”
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she whispered. “I just want to enjoy my time with you. Ain’t no telling how long you’ll be around. I have to appreciate you while you’re here,” she said half-jokingly.
“I’m here as long as you want me to be.” Carter pulled her on top of his body. She lay directly on top of him and rested her head against his chest as he stroked the top of her head. Carter looked down at the beautiful young woman and felt connected to her.
Carter didn’t know it yet, but she loved everything about him. She loved the way he was rubbing her head. She loved the way he dressed, the confident swagger that he possessed, and the dimple on the side of his face was an added plus. She definitely loved how he had put his thing down on her. Both times they had slept together she had been completely satisfied. She was checking for him in the worst way.
They lay there together for hours, and eventually Carter slipped into a comfortable sleep. Miamor heard his deep breathing and eased her body off of him. She made sure that he was undisturbed as she tiptoed away from the bed.
It had been so long since she had seen a man in her bed, and she couldn’t believe that she had allowed Carter to seduce her once again. She didn’t regret it though. Everything in her wanted to get to know the man that lay in her bed, and she was grateful for his presence. She picked up his button-up shirt and put in on. The shirt swallowed her, but she wore it anyway.
She went into the kitchen and opened her refrigerator to see what she had to cook. There wasn’t much of anything. She and Anisa ate out most of the time, so besides breakfast food and bottled water, there wasn’t much inside.
She grabbed the phone book and ordered a gourmet dinner from a five-star restaurant that was close to her home. She went out to pick up the food, and when she came back, she set up her dining room and arranged the table. She also brought out a bottle of vintage Merlot from her wine rack and lit two apricot-scented candles, setting the mood for the perfect evening.
Miamor didn’t want to wake Carter before she showered, so she handled her business and then dressed in a seductive Victoria’s Secret camisole and panty set. The gold fabric looked good on her brown skin. She then put soft curls in her hair and went into her room and climbed on top of Carter.
“Wake up,” she called out.
Carter opened his eyes when he felt her nudge him. He pulled her down onto him playfully. He enjoyed the way she felt in his arms.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah, show me what you got.”
Miamor grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She dragged him into the dining room where a full-course dinner consisting of New York strip steak, steamed vegetables, garlic potatoes, and Caesar salad awaited him.
“You made all this?”
“Yeah, I can do a little something in the kitchen,” she replied, telling a little white lie. She wanted to hook this man, and allowing him to think that she could cook was a part of her plan. I’ll buy this nigga breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of his life if I have to.
Carter looked at her with a “quit bullshitting” expression on his face, but was flattered by her attempt to impress him. He took a seat at the table, and they enjoyed the food and drank an entire bottle of champagne together.
They laughed and chatted like old friends, getting to know each other better, both of them hiding secrets that they couldn’t tell if they wanted to.
After they ate, Carter removed her plate from in front of her and took it into the kitchen along with his own. “Yo, Mia, where your garbage?” he yelled.
“It’s in the kitchen closet!” she yelled back. As soon as the words left her mouth, she hopped up out of her seat. “Wait!” As soon as she walked into her kitchen, she saw Carter standing with the food delivery bags in his hands and a smile on his face.
“Homemade, huh?”
“I never said homemade. Those were not my exact words,” she defended playfully, knowing she had just been busted.
Carter put the bags down and wrapped his arms around her waist. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know how to cook, ma. We’ll hire a chef.”
Miamor laughed sweetly as she hid her face in his chest from embarrassment.
He lifted her face and kissed her lips gently. “I had a good time with you. I haven’t been this comfortable with a woman in a long time.”
“Good.” She tiptoed and kissed his lips again. She could feel the night coming to an end and wished she could turn back the hands of time and relive the last few hours again.
“I’ve got to go,” he stated. He noticed her eyes go from happy to sad in a split second.
Miamor nodded. “Don’t make me wait another two weeks before you show your face again.” She looked him in the eye seriously.
“Don’t worry, ma, I won’t,” he replied as he walked into the room and gathered his clothes.
Miamor walked him to the door, and although she hated to see him go, she didn’t protest. She didn’t want to seem desperate, and she definitely didn’t want to scare him off by being to clingy. She stood hugging her door as he walked out.
Carter kissed her forehead and said, “Close this door and lock it behind me.”
“I will.” Miamor waved one last time. She closed the door and locked it just as he had instructed then she leaned up against it, sighing deeply.
Carter. Carter Jones. He had a hood swagger, a gentlemen’s finesse, and a businessman’s savvy. He had her attention, and she couldn’t wait to see him again.
The next morning, Miamor awoke to the sound of someone knocking at her door. No one beside her friends and now Carter knew where she lay her head, so she figured that it had to be one of those people. She looked at the clock on her bedroom wall. Damn it! It’s only 9:00 in the morning. Who the fuck is this banging at my shit like they fucking crazy?
She pulled herself out of her bed and went to answer it. Looking out of the peephole, she saw three people standing at her door. What the fuck is going on? She snatched the door open in irritation. “Can I help you?” she asked.
Miamor noticed that the woman before her held a white chef’s hat in her hand, and she frowned in confusion.
“A Mr. Carter Jones has requested our services. He has contracted us to be at your service whenever you call,” the woman explained.
Miamor couldn’t help but smile. “So you are my personal chef?”
“Yes. We’ll make you whatever you want at any time of the day. All you have to do is call,” the woman stated with a friendly smile.
Miamor shook her head in disbelief and then stepped to the side as she let the woman and her two-man team into her place. This nigga is too much, she thought.
“I’m Rachel, by the way,” the woman said as she extended her hand.
“Miamor,” she responded as she shook the friendly woman’s hand. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, her cell phone rang. She rummaged through her Hermes bag until she located it. “Hello.”
“I just wanted to see if I could stop by for breakfast.”
The sound of Carter’s baritone brought a smile to her face. “I don’t know. I’m not that great of a cook.”
“I thought I took care of that problem.”
“Well, I’m not really dressed. I don’t like to have company over when I’m looking a mess,” she replied, playing hard-to-get. Miamor heard her doorbell ring again and rolled her eyes to the ceiling because of the interruption.
“You see, considering how you got up out the bed last night to shower and do your hair before you woke me up, I figured you were high maintenance.”
Miamor smiled and replied, “Just a little bit,” as she made her way to the door. She was so into her conversation that she opened her door without looking out of the peephole.
Carter stood before her leaning against her doorframe, his cell phone in one hand and a black designer garment bag in the other. “Now you don’t have an excuse.” He handed her the bag and hung up his cell phone. “Go get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”
Miamor was ecstatic. She had never been courted in such an upscale manner. Half the time she didn’t even have time to seriously entertain a man, but she was going to make time for Carter. She took the bag from his hand with a bashful smile and unzipped it, revealing a Marc Jacobs original. She had heard that the popular designer was coming out with a new high-end line of clothing, but it wasn’t due out until early 2010. Here Carter was standing in front of her with a dress that hadn’t even hit stores yet.
How the hell did he get his hands on this dress? Bitches about to hate. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in about an hour,” she said, blushing graciously.
Miamor hopped into the shower and applied her MAC cosmetics before attempting to put on the dress. She wore her hair in a bone-straight wrap, with Chinese bangs cut in a slant across her forehead. Spraying Donna Karan’s latest fragrance all over her body, she found herself hoping that Carter would like the scent. It was odd for her to care about what a nigga thought of her, but she had to admit that she wanted Carter to feel her as much as she was feeling him.
Miamor admired her strapless pale yellow dress that fit her body loosely and ended just below her knee. The silk fabric wrapped around her slim waist and lay seductively around the curves of her body, giving the ensemble an edgy look, while the simplicity of the rest of the dress had an old Hollywood glamor. It was sophisticated and much different than her normal style, but she liked the change. And she had the perfect Manolo stilettos to go with it.
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she had to smile. She was the shit and she knew it. She emerged from the bathroom an hour later and walked back into the living room, where Carter sat waiting patiently for her.
He looked up at her, and the look on his face told her all that she needed to know. He was pleased with her appearance. She had accomplished her goal.
“Thank you for the dress,” she said. “I love it.”
“Thank you for wearing it. I love it too.” Carter grabbed her hand and led her over to her dining room, where Rachel, her chef, presented them with breakfast.
“You are too much. You know that, right? I’ve never met a nigga like you.” Miamor laughed. Carter was on point in every way.
“There ain’t another nigga like me,” Carter replied with a smirk.
Normally conceit appalled Miamor. There was nothing worse than a stunting-ass nigga who couldn’t back up all the shit that he talked, but Carter’s confidence was attractive, and he had already proved that he didn’t make empty promises. She knew that he was an entirely new breed. His game was different than the Down South men she had encountered, and she appreciated his refreshing Flint swagger.
“You got a passport?” he asked out of the blue.
“Yeah, I got one. Why?”
“I want you to come away with me this weekend to Costa Rica.” Carter said it in a nonchalant manner, as if he was merely asking her to go out on a casual date.
“I can do that,” she replied with a breathtaking smile.
Carter knew that she was trying to keep her cool, because the infectious smile she displayed gave away her excitement.
They ate their breakfast together, chatting like old friends, and then spent the entire day together. They shopped arm in arm as they hit the designer stores, and although she was prepared to pay for her own items, Carter covered every expense. She couldn’t believe how perfect he seemed to be. He was the one thing that her life had been missing.
For so long, everything had been negative in her life. She was all about her business-murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill-and had forgotten how good it felt to just live. She had cut off her emotions, because allowing herself to feel anything was a sure way to get herself killed. Carter, however, was becoming the exception to her rule, and she only hoped and prayed that he was worth the risk.