On His Terms

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<My soul comes alive in your embrace>

*Unedited. Please listen to song as you read.*

|Kian: epilogue|

Monday, September 18, 2023

THOUSANDS OF dim lights winked at me as I stepped through the casino, a deep sense of deja-vu enveloping me. Pepper Dem was back in function now —Amir had been caught, thanks to the FBI—the hustle and bustle of money-seeking gamblers filtering into my ears. Business was booming.

A few waitresses greeted me and I nodded in acknowledgement, trudging further into the building, the air hazy from cigars and the calm afro music playing, a blanket of comfort.

Taking a stool by the bar, I signaled a passing waitress clad in the casino's uniform–a red, short skirt, fishnet stockings and a black halter top. "One cocktail, please."

"No, Bella," a lilting voice that instantly hardened my cock, cut in. "That drink is meant for table 4."

I shot my gaze forward, following the rays of the dim lightning that rested on the beautiful, black woman. She reclined against the counter, her afro curls quivering as she shook her head at an uneasy Bella, a glare directed at me.

Again, I went on memory lane, this exact scene, reminding me of the very first time I'd met her. All fuming, the feline curve of her eyes, a rolling storm of thunder and fire.

Well, playing with fire happened to be my favorite pastime.

Hiding a smug smile, I adjusted my cufflinks and ordered, brooking no argument, "Bella, I need that drink. Right. Now."

Abruptly, that stubborn woman, straightened up from the counter, tone curt even as mischief glinted in her amber eyes. "Table 4 now, Bella!"

The tray Bella clutched, trembled slightly as she gaped at me, then at her boss. Trying to pick a stand. Take a side. But who? I could sense her unspoken discomfort as she ruminated inwardly. After all, we were both equally powerful.

Would she obey this intimidating man, wealth and command oozing from his mussed, dark blonde hair to his polished, expensive brogue shoes or was it her boss, already striding forward, her legs poised in a seductive catwalk, model form, the perfect definition of sin?

Ogling at the black woman with a lusty gaze, I added, "If you come any closer lady, I'm going to bend you across my laps and spank that naughty attitude out of you."

A gasp of outrage emerged from her pouty red lips, entwining with that of Bella's. Out of the corner of my eyes, I peeked the dumbfounded expression on the waitress's face.

The red soles of her boss' heels halted right before me, her delicious apple scent, messing with my head. "Leave, Bella. I'll deal with this man."

Bella bobbed her head, relieved and fled.

Brown arms lifted, crossed, the tops of her creamy breasts exposed in that silky, maroon jumpsuit. "This is my casino. I give the orders here, not you and I should pour a glass of wine over your expensive suit for that statement."

"Or you could skip all that and just kiss me, ugo m. Maybe I would learn some manners, Mrs. Fields." My cock hardened into stone as I snaked my right arm around her waist, gathering her closer to me so she stood in between my legs.

Smirking, her lithe fingers tugged my tie out and dragged it forward. Then she whispered, my entire being focused on her lips, on how perfectly curved they were for sin. "How about no, Mr. Fields?"