The Trapped Ones.

18. Middle of Things.

"My favorite position is in her mind." - Jamil

Raina

"Rai you stay takin mad long! Just hurry up!" Bryan yelled from the bottom of the steps. I rolled my eyes before adjusting my sleeveless black maxi dress. Today we had a meeting to attend and I had to put on a show. I honestly wanted to stay my pregnant ass in the bed and watch Spongebob or somethin'. I  looked at myself one more time before grabbing my black Celine purse and my my Ray Ban Aviators. I wobbled down the stairs as Bryan held the door open for me. Always rushing someone like he someone damn dad. I rolled my eyes at him and walked out the house. I locked the door as he kept the elevator door open for me. The ride down was silent, not awkward at all, I guess I just didn't wanna talk. 

"I'm hungry." "I'll get you somethin' after the meeting." I sighed dramatically. "Come on Bryan! I don't do well when I'm starving and you know it!" "Well I can't stop now Rai, why you ain't tell me before we got on the highway?" "I wasn't hungry then." I noticed the annoyed look he had attached to his face. I honestly didn't care. He dragged me out of my bed, no breakfast, no good morning. Nothing. Just a "Raina wake yo ass up and get dressed." I waited for his response. "What you wanna eat man?" I shook my butt in the seat. "Wendy's, ooh never mind, McDonald's! Nah, Chic-Fil-a, well, maybe not-" "Raina! Make ya damn mind up." I stuck my tongue out at him a crossed my arms. "Wendy's asshole." "But this the same asshole that's bout to buy you food?" "And? Just hurry up, we got somewhere to be." He glanced at me before shaking his head. 

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"You done Rai?" I nodded before dipping my last nugget into the honey mustard sauce. I sipped my sprite, popped a piece of gum in my mouth and reapplied my nude gloss. "You finished yet?" I cocked my head to the side, squinting my eyes at him. "Don't rush me nigga. Now come open this damn door!" He huffed and jogged over to my side helping me out of the car. I grabbed my purse and we walked side to side. We stepped into one of his traps. This one was specially made for meetings only. It didn't have much but maybe a couple of dollars hidden. Nothing too major. "He here yet?" He asked one of his workers. The guy nodded and led us to the meeting room where we were introduced to a man named Jahron Brando. He was in charge of most of the shipping overseas. Bryan wanted to start making his product global and needed a middle man to void the worries of keeping his business low enough to get overseas. "Jah, how you been my nigga?" They dapped hands and smiled at each other. "I'm doing great man. Business couldn't be better." Bryan nodded his head in agreement before pulling me towards him. "This is my wife Raina, Raina this is Jahron Brando." I smiled at him and reached out to shake his hand,but he just grabbed my hand and placed a sweet peck on it. 

Now let me describe the man. Jahron wasn't some older man. He looked to be about me and Bryan's age, but he carried his self differently,very mature. Big brown eyes, dimples engraved in both cheeks. Slight freckles that had to be seen very closely complimenting his caramel complexion, curly black hair, and pink plump lips that made you want to taste. The whole time we were settling some things,I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I blushed as I would look up and catch him staring at me. Once in a while he would get bold and wink when Bryan was looking over papers. It was something about the man that seemed to already drive me crazy. I wanted to know more about him for some odd reason. I haven't been interested in  someone in a very long time and it made me wish I was sitting closer to him. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to see those pearly whites up close and personal. 

"So is this all we gotta do?" Bryan asked pulling me out of my thoughts. "Yeah man, pretty much. You break it down, I ship it, make sure it gets out, we make money. Simple." Bryan nodded his head and observed the papers in front of him once again before inhaling a bit of his blunt. "Iight, everything seems cool, Rai, you wanna look at this?" I grabbed the paper rereading things that Bryan probably didn't. The paperwork seemed straightforward and well written. "It's good, except we're not giving you forty-five percent." Jahron rose a brow at me, his face didn't look angered,it had more of an amusement smirk on it. "Excuse me?" "I'm pretty sure I was speaking plain english. You won't be getting forty-five percent of what me make Mr. Brando."  He smirked at me and leaned back in his chair. "Well what were you thinking about giving me beautiful?" "Thirty." "Won't work." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why won't it?" "Unfair is the word for that. I'm the one that has the connects to ship the shit off my lady." I rolled my eyes. "Listen here. We make the product. We get it packaged, dealt, and risk our lives for it to make money. All you do is make a damn call. So apparently thirty percent is a bit too generous, but you don't have to thank me for that. Now, we doin' business or am I seeing someone else who'd love to take that thirty percent off ya hands?" I leaned back in my chair getting comfortable. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we got a deal ma. Bryan where'd you find this one from?" Bryan laughed and shrugged his head as well. I rolled my eyes and sat up straight. 

"We got a deal?" 

"Deal." 

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"Rai, I'll be right back, I gotta take this." Bryan pointed to his phone. I shooed him off as I finished up my call with Tiffany. I noticed that Jahron was still in the room. He was looking at me attentively. Studying me like a piece of art or something. "Alright Tiff, I'll see you later then. Bye." I sat the phone down on the table and leaned forward a bit. "Take a picture, I've heard it'll last longer." He smirked. "That mouth of yours ma." "Can't help it." He rose from his chair, walking closer and closer to me. I started getting this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. He sat in the chair Bryan was sitting in before. Pulling up my maxi dress a bit, he rubbed my now bare leg as he whispered in my ear making my breath hitch and my cat throb. "That mouths gon get you in a lot of trouble beautiful." "How so?" He kissed the small birthmark on my neck before sucking on it, probably leaving a mark. "I'll just have to fix that for you." "My, my husband wouldn't like that." He chuckled. "Baby, I can see right through that charade. Ya'll aren't together and you know it." I looked at him trying to find some way to tell if he was bluffing. He wasn't. "How do you know that?" "I can see it in your eyes. When you looked at me  it was written all over you face. It was like you were trying to give me some hint. Then when I winked at you and you blushed I knew he wasn't what you wanted." "We're so sure of ourselves now are we Mr. Brando?" He chuckled before kissing my hand. "I get what I want Raina, and I want you. In all due time sweetheart." And with that he got up heading out the door. "See you later beautiful, and you might want to cover up that mark on your neck." He winked before leaving. 

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Well! Look at Ms. Raina getting her groove back! Lol.Leave me some comments and votes! Tell me how you feeling about Mr. Jahron! Picture of the gawd is in the MM. ;)

Love You All! 

-Tushari :*