With that, I moved my fingers inside me faster, being sure to hit my spot every time. I pretended my own hand was Kadeem’s dick. My back arched off the bed, and I couldn’t control myself when I began shaking. I moaned his name loudly as I came harder than I had in months. After taking a quick shower, I got in bed and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 2
Kadeem
Isat at my desk, hand still on my phone, as I nodded my head. I knew I’d made the right decision with hiring Saniyah. She was the best interview we had in weeks, and from her resume, she was a prime candidate. She was quick on her feet with answers and seemed to be trustworthy. I sat back in my chair, dragging my hand across my beard slowly. It had been months since we had a secretary, and after all of the interviews we’d gone through, she was indeed the best one. It didn’t take me long at all to call her back and offer her the position.
I opened the new employee file and started one for Saniyah. I’d just finished when Crue walked into my office without knocking yet again. Closing the door behind him, he sat in one of the chairs across from my desk and just looked at me.
“If you gon’ walk into my office without knocking, the least you can do is speak.”
“I just set up another interview for tomorrow morning at ten.”
“There’s no need. I just hired her. You can go ahead and cancel that interview.”
“You hired her? Why? I don’t even think she’s qualified.”
I glanced over at him, confused about what he meant by that. “You don’t think she’s qualified to be a secretary? Didn’t you read her resume? Shit, if you ask me, she’s overqualified.”
Crue blew out a long breath and shook his head. “She’s never worked in a place like this before. This is not the regular business that she’s used to working in. This might be a challenge for her.”
“I doubt it will be, but we will cross that bridge if and when we get to it. But she starts tomorrow.”
“Alright, if you already told her, then I guess that’s what it’s going to be. But if she gets around here and get to fuckin’ up, that’s on you.”
“Alright, I take full responsibility, but I feel like she’s going to be a great asset to the company.”
“I guess we’ll see,” Crue spoke. He stood to his feet and walked over to the bar and made himself a drink.
We sat in my office for about twenty more minutes, just talking, before he finally walked out and let me get back to work. I had several clients that I had to set up for the week, and I hadn’t even started one. By the time I was leaving the office, the sun was beginning to set. I stepped out the building, and the cool air hit my face as I loosened the top button of my shirt before heading toward my SUV.
I drove home in the quiet. I didn’t even turn on any music as I allowed the drive to clear my head. I hated to take the stress of work home with me, so my drive home was always my therapy. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling into my building. I parked in my designated parking space before taking the elevator up to my penthouse.
The moment the elevator doors opened and I stepped into my home, I felt the weight of my workday instantly leave. Walking into my kitchen, I tossed my keys on the counter and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. I stepped out onto thebalcony, leaning against the railing, as I took in the fresh air. It was the end of April, and the weather had been nicer than normal for this time of year. I stood there, watching the sunset, as I sipped my water.
My phone buzzed, and I reached in my pocket and pulled it out. Looking down at my screen, I frowned when I saw it was an unknown number. I almost ignored it, then at the last minute, I decided to answer.
“Kadeem?” The voice came through low yet commanding.
“Who is this?” I asked, confused.
“Derrick Lawson,” he spoke, and I instantly recognized the name.
Derrick was an elite businessman whose name rang bells around the city. I knew if he was calling me personally, then this was serious. I cleared my throat before responding.
“What can I do for you?”
“I was given your name by one of my trusted sources,” he confirmed. “I was told that you handle… umm sensitive situations, if you know what I mean.”
Walking back into my penthouse, I made my way to my home office, already switching back into work mode.
“I handle a lot of things,” I spoke, sitting at my desk before I booted up my computer.
He paused as if he were thinking of the right words to say. “I need protection, discreet protection,” he finally voiced.
“Okay, that’s what I specialize in. When would you need it to start?” I asked, punching a few keys on my keyboard.
“I have a private event coming up, and I don’t want any issues.”
