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Authors: Ashley;JaQuavis
“No,” she answered softly, her eyes closing as she felt his hands on her body.
“Stay,” he coaxed.
“No,” she moaned as she felt his hand palm her soaking love box through her jeans. It felt so good that her breath got caught in her throat.
“Yes,” he whispered as he turned her around, looking her in her steamy bedroom eyes. “Say yes.”
“No,” she whispered as she reignited their kiss.
Kasheef removed her pants and picked her up by her behind, her legs wrapping around him again.
“Say yes for daddy,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she finally moaned. He lay her down on the bed, where she spread her legs and invited him into her warmth. He filled her up with ease. Her walls contracted against the width and size of his manhood. Her fingernails dug into his back as their bodies moved in unison to an inaudible beat. Kasheef rolled into her gently and she matched him thrust for thrust. He admired her while he sexed her body. He had never had a sexual experience like the one he was having right now. His emotions were attached to his actions. He felt something for Alija and because he had never loved another person in his life he could not say that love was what he was feeling. He just knew that it was different. It was better. He kissed her nose, her forehead, her collarbone, anyplace that his eyes graced his lips followed. She was perfect. Every inch of her body, of her soul, of her heart was perfect. It wasn’t that she was without flaws, but he was blind to them. She had a few stretch marks here and there just like every other chick in America, and her attitude could match that of a lioness, but to him these things were flawless. He did not want to change a single thing about her. To another man she may not be the total package, but Kasheef was finally realizing that when you find the one person that was built for you, you are blind to their imperfections. Alija was the perfection and companionship that he had been searching for his entire life. The same way that he had fallen in love with her baby daughter while she was sick in the hospital; he was falling in love with Alija who was now beneath him in his bed. Their passion intensified as a slow grind became a fast pace as their carnal passion took control. Kasheef felt the tension building up in his toes and when she moaned, “Kasheef I’m cumming.”
“Me too ma, me too,” he whispered as he plunged in and out of her honey pot while she dug her nails deep into his muscular behind. “Ooh shit,” he whispered. Alija had to have the best pussy ever. He closed his eyes and slowed down while going in as deep as his tool would take him.
“Kasheef!” she moaned as her body shuddered. He felt her warm womanly fluids break through her dam and flood onto his shaft. The feeling was so incredible. It was so warm and wet that he reached his peak and came with her.
Exhaustion wreaked her body and Alija inhaled deeply as she tried to catch her breath. She could not believe what she had just done. The heat of the moment had taken her life in a direction she had never anticipated. She could feel a tear slide down her cheek and Kasheef wiped it away while looking her into her eyes. They were deep with emotion and he felt as if he could stare at her forever.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Alija silenced him with her finger. She shook her head and said, “Don’t. Don’t say anything to ruin the moment. Just hold me. We’ve only known each other for a few days ... so this can’t be real ... so please don’t say anything. Just be here in this moment.” Kasheef couldn’t stop staring into her eyes. He felt lost and in her eyes he found the path that he should take. He lay down and brought her into his arms. Just being in the same room with Alija was like playing with fire. If the state knew that the two had been in contact, they would charge him with witness intimidation and no matter what Alija said on the stand, people would think he coerced her testimony. Kasheef could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. The rhythm of her heartbeat was soothing to his damaged soul. He didn’t know what she was thinking or what would become of them, but he did know that he cared for the woman lying in his arms and if he had his way he would never let her go.
Daylight came peeking through the curtains of the hotel and Alija stirred from her peaceful slumber. She was still wrapped in Kasheef’s arms and she reluctantly slid from underneath him.
What am I doing?
She thought frantically.
I’m not supposed to catch feelings for this man. Where are my clothes?
She found her belongings folded neatly and placed inside one of the drawers of the armoire. She tip toed as quietly as she could around the room and slipped into her outfit from the night before. Finding a pen and paper on the night stand she left Kasheef a note.
What am I doing?
She thought frantically.
I’m not supposed to catch feelings for this man. Where are my clothes?
She found her belongings folded neatly and placed inside one of the drawers of the armoire. She tip toed as quietly as she could around the room and slipped into her outfit from the night before. Finding a pen and paper on the night stand she left Kasheef a note.
I can’t do this with you. I wish that I could, because no man has ever made my body feel the way that you did last night, but it is not right. I know that you don’t understand, but just trust me. Everyone involved would just end up getting hurt.
She didn’t sign her name and left the note on the vacant pillow in Kasheef’s bed. She kicked herself all the way to her room. Now she would have to keep her distance from Kasheef. She had to admit that it was hard to deny his charm. There was a swagger about him that lured her in. Every time she was around him she felt jittery, like a school girl who had a huge crush but she couldn’t fall in love—not with Kasheef. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Mickey’s number. Her sister answered on the first ring.
“Where have you been?” Mickey asked. “I came by the motel to make sure everything was all right and you weren’t there!”
“I checked out of the motel. I’m in a hotel in Midtown,” Alija explained.
“Midtown?” Mickey questioned. “Bitch where did you get Midtown money from?”
“Never mind all that. You’re not supposed to be coming to see me Mick! Don’t fuck this up!” Alija yelled the words as she sobbed into the phone. She was overwhelmed and she just needed her life back.
“Whoa! What the hell is wrong with you?” Mickey asked, sensing distress in her sister’s voice.
“Nothing Mick. I’m sorry. I’m just tired of all of this, you know?” she asked. “I called you to tell you to make sure the jury was still on track. You don’t have any individuals trying to have their own opinions do you?”
Mick smacked her lips and replied, “Girl since when have I ever given anybody the option to have their own damn point of view. I got this. Unless you tell me differently, the jury is going to do what I say.”
“Okay good. After this is over we are all going to be a lot richer. Kasheef is going to pay me the money after I testify,” Alija said. “So just hold on Mick.”
“A’ight girl. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Alija answered and then hung up the phone.
Kasheef read the note and crumbled it in his hands. He was aware of the fear that he had instilled inside Alija, but he was positive that he could erase the negative connotations that she had formed in her mind regarding him. She needed time, but that was something that he was not guaranteed. He had to have her now. Kasheef arose from the bed and showered quickly. Court was due to reconvene in a few hours and he had some business he needed to handle before he met up with Carmen. Clad in formal Sean John apparel, the black suit and Steve Madden shoes distinguished him. At six foot three, he hung a suit quite well. He went to visit his accountant who managed his money and made sure that it was kept securely overseas. He wanted to make sure that all of his accounts were undetected by the IRS. The last thing he needed was a tax evasion charge to add to the stresses he was already dealing with. After being sure that his money was protected he left, headed for Norelle’s condo.
He knocked on the door and was greeted with a smile as Norelle pulled him into her home. “Hey you! What took you so long to come and check on me? I have been missing you,” she said. Kasheef could see how he had been blind to her true intentions. Norelle was a great actress and never broke out of character. Even now she was still acting, pretending to care for him. She was indeed a beautiful liar.
“I had a couple of things that needed to be taken care of,” he answered. “Come take a ride with me.”
Norelle grabbed her clutch purse and followed him out of the apartment. “Where are we going?”
He put his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car. He opened the passenger side door and guided her inside. “To handle this business,” he responded. “You saw how the prosecution did me yesterday. I may be going to prison and I want you to be straight. I got the money in the back seat. I’m about to take you to a bank so that you can open yourself an account and deposit it.” He made sure that he was sincere in his tone. He wanted her to trust him and naively she did.
Money hungry bitch,
he thought to himself as he got in his car and pulled away from the curb. He took her to a Chase bank, pulled curbside, and said, “Go ahead.”
Money hungry bitch,
he thought to himself as he got in his car and pulled away from the curb. He took her to a Chase bank, pulled curbside, and said, “Go ahead.”
“You’re not coming in? I don’t even know how much money this is,” she said.
“Nah ma, I can’t come in there with you. I’m under investigation so we don’t want anybody to think that this is my money. You have to do this yourself so that you will have no traces to me. This is your cash now,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her lips. “I just want to take care of you.”
She smiled and kissed him back. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said as she took the briefcase out of the backseat and headed into the bank.
I can’t believe how stupid he is,
she thought as she sashayed into the bank. She walked to the reception area where she was greeted by a banker.
she thought as she sashayed into the bank. She walked to the reception area where she was greeted by a banker.
“Hello, how can I help you?” he asked.
“Yes, I’d like to open an account,” she said as she sat the briefcase down and popped it open, revealing the money that lay neatly inside. The banker’s eyes opened wide and he motioned for her to come into his office. Norelle didn’t hear much of what the banker explained to her. The only thing she kept thinking about was the new life she would lead once Kasheef was locked up. After giving the banker her personal information like address and social security number, they counted the money which totaled out to $400,000. She intended on putting the rest of the money that she had originally stolen from Kasheef’s safe and would have more than a half million dollars. A wicked grin crossed her face as she shook hands with the eager banker. She walked back out to the car where Kasheef waited curbside with his seat leaned back and one hand propped on the steering wheel.
“You get it done?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s all taken care of,” she replied. She hopped into the car and he pulled away, satisfied that everything had gone off smoothly. The $400,000 was a huge chunk of what he had acquired in the streets. In all, he had two million stashed in his accounts. He had given Norelle all of the money that he had not washed yet. He still had product on the streets which had the potential to earn him more revenue, but he wouldn’t be able to touch that for awhile. He planned on putting Stick onto his connect. After he beat this case he was going to retire and enjoy some of the dirty money he had made over the years.
“Are you ready?” Carmen asked.
Kasheef looked around the crowded courtroom. Cameras flashed in his eyes and spectators whispered speculative comments regarding his arrest, but he ignored it all. He was looking for someone in particular. He was hoping to see Alija in the back row, but she wasn’t there. Her absence caused a dampening spirit to overcome him.
“Kasheef?” Carmen called his name to get his attention. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied as he focused his attention toward the judge who was now entering the room.
“All rise!” the bailiff announced. “The Honorable Judge Campbell Martin presiding.”
“Be seated,” the judge said.
The day’s events began with the prosecution. The District Attorney arose from her seat and one of her paralegals rolled a television stand to the middle of the room, facing it toward the jury.
“Yesterday the defense and I bantered back and forth. You heard a lot of speculation and hearsay as to what occurred the night Ahmad Simmons was shot dead. Everyone wants to know. What really happened that night? The tape that you are about to view will answer all of those questions. You will see it with your own eyes,” she said. She bent down and pressed play on the VCR and the account of what actually happened came across the screen. Ahmad’s face was clear as day as he held up an unidentifiable man. The other figure’s face could not be seen from the angle that the camera had recorded the scene. You could make out his clothing, but no facial figures. Alija’s face was clear as day as she peeked into the room. The jury sat back and watched as what had began as a robbery ended in a murder. Nancy Schwartz turned off the tape and watched the reaction that she got from the jury. They couldn’t believe that all of this had been caught on candid tape and that the man who had done it was still roaming free. “The young woman that you saw in that tape is willing to tell you what she saw that day. She fingered Mr. Williams. She called him out by name for the police. How can you deny that he is not the murderer?”
Carmen stood up as she watched the DA take her seat. “That tape proves nothing,” she started out. “If anything, it shows the type of person that Ahmad Simmons was. He initiated the chain of events that night. He had a gun of his own in which he used to threaten the figure in that tape. The face of the murderer is not even visible and until you hear the witness testify you should not let this tape affect your decision. It is weak evidence, circumstantial at best.” Carmen walked down the aisle and toward the door of the courtroom. She opened it up and in walked ten different men. They were all the same complexion as Kasheef, the same height as him, and they all wore the same pair of designer jeans just off their waistline and the same shirt that Kasheef had worn the night of the murder. “Judging these men from the neck down, which is the only part of the shooter that can be identified, can you distinguish between them? The assailant had no identifiable scars or tattoos. Can you tell these men apart?” she asked persistently. “I can’t. As a matter of fact, any one of these men can be the perpetrator.” Carmen could see the question marks going off inside of the jurors’ heads. That was all that she needed to do, create doubt; reasonable doubt. She turned toward the gentlemen who she had brought in and said, “Masks please.” Each man placed a black hood over their heads making their faces unidentifiable and their bodies identical. “As you can see ladies and gentleman, there is no way to distinguish these men from one another without having a clear view of their face. They all look like the murderer. It could be anyone.”
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