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I’m so late.

I had a lot to wrap my mind around and then a lot of friends and associates were passing away.

It’s a bad time for everyone, but I didn’t want to stop writing.

Not for myself and not for you guys.

I’ll try to do better. thank you for not giving up on me.

Chapter Six – Warm, Wet & Beautiful

He had to have been drunk. 

She couldn’t have possibly come into the lobby of his building, and she couldn’t have been going to Tyler Black’s private elevator.

Not that son of a bitch.

It was too coincidental.

Magnum was barely sober, but no one else seemed to notice. 

After all these years, he’d been able to fool a lot of people – not everyone, but a lot of people.

His brother, partner, and others believed he was sober most of the time.

Magnum had just found a better way to hide his drinking. 

Yes, he had occasional bouts of weakness, and this had possibly been one of them, although he couldn’t remember when he had overdone himself this time. 

He remembered going home from the office after he allowed Reginald to talk him down from drinking at work. Yet once he got home, that was a whole different story. He was too weak from his addiction and ended up with an entire night of weakness. 

The next couple of days passed on and off, and then he tried to come to work but didn’t make it past the lobby.

His imagination must’ve dreamed her, but that didn’t stop him from following her onto the elevator and then hiding behind her.

She didn’t notice him. 

Her nose was stuck to her phone.

The temptation was too much. He had to touch her.

She felt like heaven. 

No. Much Better.

She looked up at him, and all he could do was tell her to be quiet. 

No one would know. 

Just like before.

Except this was just a dream, right?

She couldn’t possibly be here. Warm, wet, and beautiful. 

His luck couldn’t have been so perfect?

Her deliciousness was delightfully sobering.

Deep buttery skin, soft to the touch, a Coke bottle thick figure, he wanted to rub his hands all over, and the silkiest hairs lovingly curling around his fingers. He really wanted to see what he touched, but he couldn’t because this was all his imagination.

She smelled like she would taste like Bailey’s Irish Cream, thick, dark, and velvety. And he loved good Whiskey. 

Magnum bet he would love her liqueur.

She didn’t move. Just like before, she allowed him to take full advantage of the situation.

Damn! 

His whole hand was covered with her juices. 

And then she was gone.

A day later, he found himself passed out in the foyer of his house, unsure how he had made it home, and the only way he knew it was two days later was because his watch, which had been reminding him of an important meeting, had woken him up.

Sitting up on the floor of his foyer, he winced, feeling soreness in his jaw, and then he noticed the bruises on his knuckles.

He’d missed several phone calls, but what the hell did he care? 

Had it all been a dream? Magnum wondered.

Getting to his feet, he wavered and held the wall. 

A flash of memory – she held the wall in the elevator, gave a long sigh, and bit the corner of her lip.

Damn, the sound was lyrically sexy.

He still could hear her… no, it had been a dream? Right?

Fuck! 

For the first time in a long time, he wanted to remember something. Someone.

Leaning over the bathroom sink, Magnum steadied his equilibrium and tried to stop the room from spinning. This time was different. He had a limit, and his blackouts were hours or two, not whole days. 

The pounding on his face and the soreness in his hands were almost too much, so he took several deep breaths.

Hard knocking and the doorbell ringing interrupted his almost sober zen moment.

“FUCK!”

This curse he said out loud because he rarely enjoyed being sober, but that damn doorbell and knocking were driving him crazy.

Going back down the stairs to the double doors of his home, he didn’t bother to check through the peephole. Swinging open the door, he wished he had checked before opening it.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Reginald boomed, walking past him into Magnum’s home.

“Probably lying down on the floor where you’re standing,” Magnum answered honestly with a nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders. “I was tired. I needed sleep.” 

“So you haven’t seen my wife?” Reginald questioned.

Frowning, Magnum asked, “Why would I see your wife, Reggie?”

“She said she was coming over to check on you a day ago.”

“Why the fuck would she care? She’s never liked anyone in our family. She only married your ass because she thought you made the money for the company.”

This was a dig at Reginald’s recent handling of the company, even though Magnum’s inattentiveness was most likely the cause of the company’s downfall. 

Reginald grimaced before saying, “Look, I told her what you were about to do at the office the other day, and she was concerned. I haven’t heard from her since she left last night.”

Magnum had no recollection. “I’m going to change. Look around if you want, but I never spoke to her.”

“Are you ever coming back to work?”

“Why the fuck would I do that? You don’t need me. You got everything under your control.” Magnum turned away and went up to his room, not wanting to speak to Reginald anymore.

At the beginning of the partnership, they had been close, but Reginald’s overconfidence seemed to drive a wedge into their friendship and, eventually, their partnership. Now, Magnum didn’t care if the business was successful or not. He only did what he had to do to get by. 

Reginald said behind him, “If you hear from her, just call me, Magnum.”

“I won’t,” he tossed over his shoulder. “Get the fuck out.”

Magnum didn’t stay around to wait for Reginald to leave. 

Continuing on his pathway to his room, his mission on his mind was to find her again. Magnum wouldn’t be able to function until he saw her, had her, and controlled her.

And the only person he knew who would help him without telling his business would be Tyler Black. 

Unfortunately, that was the one person who hated Magnum Knight the most.

***

On her way home, Zuri picked up some Chinese food. While waiting for her food to be prepared, she used her phone to look up jobs. 

Out of the corner of her eye, with the front door in her peripheral vision, she noticed a light blue Traverse vehicle coast by the restaurant parking lot. 

Her mother? 

Were they following her?

The hairs on the back of her neck started to tingle. Danger. Like when she was passed her first hit of drugs. 

The feeling was strong in her gut, and she opened the app to her mother’s security cameras. The password still hadn’t been changed. No one was home. The car wasn’t in the driveway.

That car she had seen could very well have been her mother’s. 

Were Tyler Black’s suspicions correct? Was her former fiancé and her mother actually trying to kill her? 

Perhaps control her, hence the drug clinic.

In a way, her mother loved that Zuri depended on her. Not just because of the stipend Zuri allowed her mother to have, but because Brenda loved the control over her daughter.

Zuri wasn’t stupid; she was just afraid of her weaknesses. On top of that, adulting was difficult. True, she would be turning thirty-five soon, yet allowing Brenda control of her finances and life had been all too easy after her father’s death. Taking the easy way, allowing her mother to do everything for her while she chose to concentrate on school and her own life seemed fine…

Being out in the world was so scary. It was just so easy to fall back into her old addictions like a familiar house she loved to live in.

Yet, in a way, Tyler Black was right. Her father’s legacy was more important than anything else, and Zuri couldn’t allow herself to give in to the pleasure.

Having sex with Rodney kept her from the addiction itch. Not having sex made things… difficult.

If that stranger appeared right now, Zuri was sure she’d jump his bones to get her mind off of things she didn’t want to think about.

Bringing herself back to the present, when she was handed her food, instead of walking out the front, she used the side door and walked along the back edge of the building. Looking about to see if the coast was clear, she shot across the street and then hurried down an alley. 

Two blocks later, she was back at her motel room.

She was slightly out of breath because she was a thickset girl, and physical exercise wasn’t at the top of her list, but she felt she should probably start something. With her life possibly in danger, she wanted to make sure she could defend herself. 

In middle school, she used to go to kickboxing class with another classmate in an after-school program. They had a falling out after the classmate accused Zuri of stealing her boyfriend, which Zuri did not do. Not wanting to let her family know she was friendless, she started hanging out on the streets, which led her into the wrong crowd.

Occasionally, looking out her window, Zuri could see a little bit of the street and the large parking lot of the motel—no light blue Traverse.

The noise in the hallway didn’t bother her as much anymore. 

Most likely because she had so much on her mind, Zuri paid little attention to what was going on outside of her cheap motel door and more attention to everything going on inside her head, especially with the stranger… in the elevator.

Should she let Tyler know about the stranger? About the Traverse?

She sent an email about the Traverse, knowing the lawyer would likely not receive it until the morning. 

After eating, Zuri decided to do some adulting and pay her current bills. She needed to get her mind away from the stranger. 

The first time was luck. The second time was a fluke. There probably wouldn’t be a third, because there was no way she would see him again. 

Pushing thoughts of those delicious fingers in her nether regions, exciting her to dripping pleasure, Zuri concentrated on how she needed to be an adult.

With the amount Tyler had promised, she would be able to stay afloat, but she still needed a job once she got on her feet and situated. Without her mother’s contacts and all her other contacts on her laptop at home, she would have to find people on her own or find a job without any references. 

Just getting any job seemed silly after she worked so hard to get a degree. It was a good thing she had her current resume in the cloud, could download it to her phone, and then look on job sites for openings that match her qualifications. A lot of them wanted her to have at least 1 year of experience, but she didn’t even have an internship because she figured her mother would help her with that.

Looking up other jobs similar to her qualifications, she started making a list of possible jobs she could get that would sustain her. Zuri wasn’t a person who gave up easily or just waited for things to happen, but she had been so spoiled by her mother doing things for her that doing things on her own was very exhausting. 

Zuri took a long shower and decided to go to bed early, stressing about what to do tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, she was suddenly awakened by a strong feeling of dread. She sat up in bed and looked around, but she was still alone in the room. There was no loud music in the hall, but she heard whispering on the other side of her door. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and walked to the door. There was a hole she could look out of that would allow her to see who was on the other side. She hadn’t turned on any lights, so she had the cover of the darkness. Whoever was on the other side of the door would not know she was there. Rising on her tiptoes, she looked out the hole and tried to see who was outside her door. There were two dark figures, and the hallway lights were out. Even though she did not go out of her room after dark, she knew the lights in the hallway were always on, and the darkness out there seemed odd.

“Hurry the fuck up,” a voice sneered. “We can just break down the damn door, grab her, and then we can run out.”

A chill ran down Zuri’s spine. Although she couldn’t get the voices, the idea of someone breaking down the door and dragging her away without a trace was horrifying.

This was no longer to be taken lightly. Tyler was right! They were out to get her! Possibly kill her!

Zuri’s heart raced in fear as she looked around the room for any weapon. That thought seemed silly because there were two enormous figures, and she would only be able to hold off maybe one. Tucking her feet into her shoes and throwing all of her belongings into her backpack, she moved over to the only window in the room and was glad to see a fire escape. 

Quietly opening the window, Zuri jumped out and then closed it. Racing down the fire escape as fast as she could, Zuri didn’t look back because she was too scared to see if someone was chasing her, but once she hit the ground, she ran full speed down the alley and to the main street. She looked around frantically, trying to decide where to go or if she saw a taxi. 

To her saving grace, a Yellow Cab was coming down the street. Flagging the vehicle desperately, she was glad the driver stopped, and she jumped in just as she heard a deep voice shout across the street, “There she is!”

“Go!” Zuri shouted at the driver.

“Go where?” the driver asked coolly.

Frantically, she rattled off Black & Knight’s Law Firm address, and the taxi took off. 

Looking back, she watched one of the tall, enormous guys take off from the curb and run after the taxi, but when the car turned the corner, the runner stopped.

Zuri sat back and relaxed. Their faces were covered in black, but she could remember one was tall and gangly, and the other was tall and brawny.

Rodney was lanky but not tall, but his older half-brother was, except Rodney never talked with his older brother because they were at odds after their parents died in a strange fall off a cliff.

The story went that Rodney’s father slipped off the cliff while trying to take a picture, and his mother ran to the edge to look for him, then fell. 

Rodney talked about being raised by a brother who never really liked him. Once Rodney turned eighteen, he ran away because his brother gave him bad vibes. Zuri remembered Rodney saying that his brother was always trying to look for an easy paycheck. 

Rodney had no other family Zuri knew about. Rodney was alone, and that’s what connected her to him, because she felt alone after her father died. Rodney made her feel wanted and that he could take care of her, as her father always had. She had been so scared to go back to her addiction that she clung to Rodney and thought this was the only man who could ever satisfy her.

Arriving at the address she had given the taxi cab driver, Zuri reluctantly got out and went through her bag to find some warmer clothes. The building wasn’t even open, but there was a 24-hour Coney Island restaurant nearby, which she walked to and used some money from her wallet to buy herself a light breakfast and a large cup of coffee. She had about six hours before anyone might show up to open the lobby, and until then, she would hang out there and hopefully Tyler Black would come in early so she could ask him what to do next.

She would hate admitting to Tyler he was right, but she’d rather put down her pride than be dead or missing.

Her mother and Rodney were trying to do wrong by her, and most likely would be willing to do whatever it took to get her back under control and then take her money.

She needed to hide somewhere for a while where they couldn’t find her until she could get her life together. 

Yet, everyone she knew, Rodney or Brenda, knew. 

And there was still the matter of her stuff at her mother’s house. 

How the hell was she going to get herself out of this mess, or how much would she have to pay Tyler to help her out of this conundrum?

 

He Touched Me Chapter Six (c) 2016 Sylvia Hubbard @ The Literary World of Sylvia Hubbard.

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• Black’s Innocence

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