Page 29 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“Just like that, Mama, throw that shit back.” I coached as she grabbed my ankles and took control. I didn’t move; I let her have her moment. Gave her time to wind on me and do those little tricks before I punished her.

As soon as I started stroking her again, she ran from me, and I chuckled. She stood to her full height and then grabbed my hand and pushed me back on the bed. I saw where this was going; her pride was getting the best of her, and Remy Rich was activated.

She mounted me, slid down on my dick, causing us both to moan. Then she took my hands and placed them both behind my head. She held them in place, got on her tiptoes, and cuffed my chin. Running her tongue across my bottom, she asked, “This is my dick, right, baby?”

I grinned at her; I was willing to go along with her game. “Yeah, Ma,” I admitted.

She bounced up and down and did this grip thing with her pussy that never failed to drain me.

“Get this pussy, Zo, I want you to nut for me.” She begged and pulled my lip into her mouth. Sucking on it and clenching her walls around my dick.

“Fuck, Rem.”

“Cum in your pussy, baby,” She moaned into my mouth. I let out a groan because in seconds, I was filling her with five weeks of tension. She shook against me and collapsed on my chest. I knew she was on her second release of the night.

She lay on my chest with me still inside of her. Tomorrow we will address the issue, but tonight, it was Remy who remindedmeexactly who she belonged to.

Remy

Iyawned as I put the truck in park at the curb and stepped out onto the pavement. I had been up for most of the night, going round after round and getting folded like a pocket square. I winced as I took a couple of steps and smiled immediately at the afterthought. My legs felt like I had been running a marathon, my hips hurt a bit, and every time I took a step, my pussy was throbbing. But I had a great night. Aside from being turned every which way but loose, with the weight of that secret off me, I felt more relaxed now more than ever.

When Zo confronted me in the way that he did, I knew I had to come clean to him. I never wanted him to think that our marriage wasn’t as solid as it actually was. My husband was literally the GOAT; his position was solidified. No one could compare to who he was in my life. There was no way that I should have been giving Karlos this much power over my mind and my marriage from the grave. He wasn’t able to control me while I was in the Weston Mansion; he certainly shouldn’t be doing it a decade later.

Stepping into the building's lobby, I greeted my assistant, who was on a phone call. That’s one thing I loved about her; she really went the extra mile and worked her ass off. She deserved every dime and more of the six-figure salary I paid her.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said to her in a low tone, so I didn’t interrupt her conversation. She gave me a big smile and mouthed “Good morning” to me.

I walked through the office and went to my desk. It was Monday, which meant I spent most of the day reviewing the numbers for the programs to see how well my Community Outreach Specialists were performing. My goal for the Remy Rich Foundation was to turn it into the first resource women thought of when they needed the extra push or were ready to get their lives together.

“Knock, knock.” My assistant said just as I was putting on the flats that I kept tucked away in my purse. My legs felt like they had been run over, so today wasn’t the best day for heels.

“Hey girly, what’s up?” I asked as I slipped them on my feet.

“This is your agenda for the day. You didn’t accept any of the invites that I put on your calendar, so I wanted to make sure you had them.” She said.

“Life has been lifing.” I sighed. “But thank you so much, you’re the best,” I said as I took the papers from her and set them on the desk.

“No problem, just let me know if you need me,” she said, then spun on her heels and walked back to the lobby.

I exhaled. I hadn’t checked my notifications or emails in about a week. Most recently, my days here were spent researching my alias. Although I had already made up my mind to return to Louisiana to meet with a judge, I had become obsessed with finding out why Karlos had forged those documents in the first place.

I couldn’t find anything on the name, no bank accounts, properties, nothing. I hired a private investigator to dig. She texted this morning that she’d send me her report and that I should call with any questions.

Her email was the only one that I was looking for when I logged on to my computer. I found it at the top and opened it quickly, leaving the others to fend for themselves until I was in a better headspace.

A knock came at the door as I sifted through the emails, dumbfounded by the lack of results I got. The investigator had found the same information that I had. Virtually nothing. There wasn’t even anything listed on the Remy Weston credit report.

“Come in,” I exhaled.

“Mrs. Richardson, the CEO of Second Chance, is here to meet you,” My assistant said as she stood in the doorway. I nodded and locked my computer screen to host this short meeting.

She extended her hand to guide the person inside the office. In walked a man, he was tall, had a slight limp, and if nothing else, for lack of better words, looked like he had come face to face with death, and it almost won.

I plastered a smile on my face, but inside I was both cringing and heartbroken. He was in terrible shape. His walk was altered; one of his eyes was grey, signaling blindness; he had a deep gash across his head that extended to his neck. His neck had a circular dent, which was likely from him being on some sort of breathing machine. He looked bad. I would like to think I was always sympathetic to people in tragic situations, but he was just really hard to look at.

“Good morning, I’m Remy Richardson. Nice to meet you,” I said as I waited patiently for him to make it over to me and extended my hand for him to shake.

“Douglas Black,” he struggled to say. His voice sounded like sandpaper, and I could tell that just speaking was a huge task for him.