10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 11

Picking Up from Where We Left Off:

Alycia figured the smartest move to shield herself from Fantasia's wrath was to pin a crime on Smarty. She gave herself a hard smack, ended up with a cut on her lip, and sported some faux bruises around her eyes. Then she snuggled up on Fantasia's couch, waiting all night for Daddy to return.

Meanwhile, Taraji was treating Fantasia to a sensual, slippery full-body massage that had her feeling ecstatic.

Fantasia was lost in bliss, trembling in pleasure as everything within her responded to Taraji’s touch. "Taraji, I think I'm falling for you," she breathed out.
Taraji simply smiled and kept the sensations flowing.
“Oh god, please don’t leave me. I’ve changed my mind– I want to stay married, even if it’s just for show,” Fantasia confessed.

After an intense climax, she took a moment to catch her breath before strapping on her cock and giving Taraji a fierce, passionate ride. In that moment, Taraji recognized that Fantasia truly was her Daddy. Her words spilled out...
“Daddy, take me. Uhhh, Papi, this pussy is yours. I’m your little slut, Daddy. Please, fuck me harder with your cock. Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!”

Oh, she absolutely knew.

They sank into each other’s embrace and drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Fantasia slipped out of Taraji’s bed, leaving behind a note...

*Had an amazing time. We need to chat about our marriage later.*

Arriving home, she found Alycia bruised and curled up on the couch she had long abandoned.
“What happened?”
“Smarty, she—”
“Ugh! You know what? I really don’t want to know; that’s your girlfriend and your mess. Why is that filthy couch still here?”
“She—”

“There you go again, blaming Smarty for the situation you had a hand in. Call her, and get that thing out of my house, alright? Don’t even think about buying me a new couch; just take this one away. I’m sure Smarty has space for you. I’ve got a busy day ahead and can’t waste time on this…”
With that, Fantasia turned on her heels and headed to the shower, leaving an hour later.

At the warehouse, she was busy sorting through her operation’s paperwork and finances when a soft knock interrupted her. Lorenzo peeked in, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Nigga, did you win a coupon again?”
“You have a visitor.”
Fantasia narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Who? Unless you’re dragging in an agent who’s a thorn in my side, I doubt this visitor is going to make me grin like that.”

“Or an old friend who’s always got your back, brings in the cash, and knows exactly how to make you feel good?” the visitor announced as he strolled in. Fantasia’s jaw dropped. He was tall, muscular, sporting some eye-catching tattoos, and dressed in trendy gear.
“Are you going to keep standing there with your mouth hanging open, or are you going to come over and greet your man?” he teased.

“Diego! What a surprise to see you back in New York,” Fantasia exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. He playfully grabbed her backside and kissed her passionately.
“I’m here for business. How would you like to make $200 million from a new deal?”

“You need my support. How much are you raking in from this deal?”

“A hundred more.”
“Correction—it’s a fifty more; it’ll be a 50/50 split, or I’m out.”
He let out a groan. “Alright,” he said as he settled into a chair.

“Fill me in on this deal.”

“I’ve teamed up with the Russians; they're bringing in some top-notch goods. We’re meeting them tomorrow night to finalize everything, grab the bags, get the cash, and bounce. I’ll be delivering it to a dealer in Philly who already paid upfront.”