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“Okay,” he muttered as he continued to scan by his side of the bed. He finally saw it, lying face down. He bent down and picked it up. “Here it is. Thanks.”

He
checked his ‘missed calls’ and noticed several, but the one that stuck out immediately was Valerie’s. She rarely contacted him, which caused him some concern. He sat down on the side of the bed and listened to the voicemails that had accumulated.

“Yo man, this is Raphael. We was thinkin’ about comin’ down this summer for a va-cay, or maybe in the fall
. Let me know if that’s cool and what your schedule is like. Get at me dog. Woof! Woof!” Followed by laughter.

Next call…

“I see you have changed your voicemail greeting once again, Saint. Are you some sort of moonlighting Disc Jockey? Spinning records at will? And for God’s sake! It’s too bloody loud! Please excuse me while I repair my split eardrum. Is it truly necessary to have such garish music playing during a phone greeting? In any case, I’m sure you know that this is George. There are five meetings scheduled next week, one of which is off site. The Jamboree Rainbeau Conference in Tallahassee is approaching and I need to speak to you about a faction there that may be of interest to you. Also, it was a pleasure having lunch with you the other day. Thank you for picking up the tab, though it was highly unnecessary. Had I known in advance, I would have ordered
two
lobster tails versus one. Have a good evening.”

S
aint chuckled and went to the next voicemail.

“Saint, it’s Lawrence. The new guy, Taylor—you know, the twenty-three year old from Arkansas? He said his mother has gone crazy, threatening him. I’m not sure what the hell exactly is going on, but she’s threatened to not only come up here to L.A. and take him out of our protective custody, but has told his girlfriend she will kill her if she doesn’t leave her son alone. He wanted to speak to you. Let me know a good time he can have some one-on-one time with you. Also, I need to talk to you about some other matters. Thanks.”

Always some bullshit goin’ on
...

He rubbed his chin and played the next message, casually looking back at
Xenia who was now washing her face
.

God
, I love that woman ...

“Hi S
aint, this is Valerie…” Saint listened to the rest of her voicemail and immediately called her.

“Hey Valerie,” he said as he readjusted on the bed.

“Hi Saint, are you busy? I’m so sorry to have called you this late.”

“No, it’s fine. I played your message back
… so you wanted me to stop by?” he asked as he slowly stood and made his way to his closet, looking for a pair of jeans and a shirt to put on.

“Yeah, everyone is getting ready to leave now, but I could get them to stay. Things are not going well
.” She exhaled loudly. “I don’t know what to do. These meetings aren’t doing much. I know it’s only been five of them, and I know these things take time but Naomi is so frustrated, Saint. I offered to help her tonight, and now I can see what she is talking about. It’s like they want the relationship, but still want to keep it a secret, and there is other stuff, too. You weren’t kidding when you said this was the worse of the bunch.”

S
aint nodded. “That’s why I put that group of women together, Valerie. Their boyfriends are new to the organization, and they are the ones I saw immediately were in the most need. I want to warn you though; I will speak to them very candidly if you have me come by there this evening. I don’t know … if James ever told you, but I…”

“S
aint, I know.” He could hear her grin through the words she spoke. “I know about how you speak to the Rainbeaus, how you conduct yourself at the conferences, and I heard what you said at the Queendom Conference last year. I was given a tape. It’s a different approach, shall we say.” She chuckled, “But I’m old-fashioned. What you do is effective, and I can’t argue with effectiveness. Your strategies work; ours, right now, for this particular group, are
not
. So, I called a professional.”

“Okay, as long as you understand what is going to happen
,” he explained as he started to get dressed.

“Yes, I and Naomi understand what to expect.”

“Very well.” Saint sighed. “I’ll be over shortly.”

He disconnected the call and made his way
over to the master suite bathroom. Leaning against the door, he watched Xenia bent over, naked, clipping her toenails, her foot on the closed toilet seat lid. He traced his lips with his tongue, receiving a new boner as he looked at her bare ass bob around. The sound of the clipping noise was fast drowned out by his lust-filled thoughts. He snuck behind her, making her jump and laugh when she felt his jean covered groin pressed into her ass.

“A little  jumpy? A little anal?” he laughed huskily as he ran his finger down her ass crack. “I haven’t had any of
this
in at least a month … mmmmmm…”

H
e sucked his index finger, then gently inserted it inside of her butt, making her reach up wild-eyed to brace herself against the wall. He watched her in the mirror reflection, getting more and more turned on by the millisecond. She dropped the clippers; they smacked against the floor as she gritted her teeth.

“What are you tightening up for?”
His eyebrow arched as he felt her sphincter muscle grip his finger. “You know I’m gentle…” He felt himself losing control as he continued to push his finger in and out her, more at ease after she relaxed. She remained silent as she slowly rotated her hips, humping his finger ever so slowly.

“Mmmm baby, yeah…” His erection grew exponentially. “Can I get some of this later tonight?” he asked as he bent over her back, gripping her shoulder with his free hand. He looked down at his pants,
tented by his fat cock.

“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Why not right now?” She looked at him devilishly. He could tell she was turned on, aroused, on fire … barely even able to communicate, though she kept trying.

“Baby, I need to run over to Valerie’s real quick.” He slowly removed his finger from her ass, turned
toward the sink and thoroughly washed his hands.

Xenia
sighed, picked up the clippers and turned toward him. Saint looked at her out of the corner of his eye. There was no denying her annoyance.

“Why did you get me worked up like that if you were going to leave, S
aint?” She put her hand on her hip. “You know it takes me a minute to get warmed up for ass play, you know how sensitive I am about it … and you started it. Now you’re leaving, and later you’ll have to start up all over again. I’ll be on pins and needles now that I know in advance what you have in store.”

“You
’d prefer me to just spring it on you, huh? No warning? Booya! Dick in ya ass!” He laughed as he moved his pelvis forward, pretending to have sex.

Xenia
rolled her eyes, obviously trying to keep from laughing. “I’m so sick of your shit.”

“And I love you
, too.” He winked at her.

“
The boys aren’t here. The timing is perfect. I’m not tired for a change; well, I am, but you took what you wanted anyway this time, on the damn steps…” She laughed, then turned serious again. “What is this all about anyway?”

“Well,” S
aint grabbed his belt and looped it through his slightly baggy dark jeans, “she called me while we were making love and left an important message. You know the monthly meetings for the ladies?”

“Yeah. They had one tonight, right?”

“Attempted to.” Saint shook his head. “The monthly meetings aren’t going well and they need my help. She and Naomi feel like the women aren’t taking this seriously, they’re not listening and that could essentially jeopardize their relationships.”

Xenia
nodded, but was still visibly miffed.

H
e looked her up and down, lust still running through his veins. “I got
really
turned on by seeing you bent over like that. Damn! Trust me, I’m just as pissed as you are. But I’ll be back to finish the job, baby.  I promise I won’t be long.”

He dried his hands and kissed her forehead, then her lips, ever so slowly
—lingering there, letting their warm breath bath each other’s faces. She smiled up at him as they just stood there, holding one another, neither of them wanting to be the first to pull away.

He finally did—not without regret.

“Get the lube out for later. Plenty of it … uptight ass…” He grinned, causing her to playfully punch his shoulder. He kissed her again, then headed out the bedroom door…

Saint ran his tongue over his pristine white teeth as he waited for Valerie to open the enormous double iron gates to her sprawling estate. He pulled into the driveway of James and Valerie’s mansion—the place he’d always run to when he needed his surrogate father’s advice, or was invited to yet another seven-course family dinner prepared by nationally acclaimed chefs.

He pushed the sullen memories out of his mind, trying to stay focused. Instead of getting into the proper mindset, his plans were thwarted. Feelings of resentment were born. He could taste the irritation brewing from the pit of his stomach, flowing up to his throat. This was all due to one thing
—his sexual withdrawal. His addiction to Xenia’s body was finally being fed and before he could receive a second much-wanted and needed helping, a call of distress rang out. In typical Saint fashion, he could not ignore it. The loving he was promised was dashed temporarily to take care of a matter he was not particularly in the mood to address. He stepped out of his silver Lamborghini, rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles, his eyelids drooping in annoyance.

“Time for some bullshit
. Doing this for Valerie though, she needs me. Silly ass shit. You get with a Rainbeau and want to play fuckin’ games…” he muttered under his breath as he walked up the cobblestone path to the walkway, his heavy steps echoing with each confident stride.

He soon stood before the all-too-familiar colossal double doors between the white ribbed pillars. Before he could ring the doorbell, Naomi pulled one of the doors wide open. Light
instantly encased him; he stood shining from head to toe. Naomi smiled at him. Even she, tall in stature, looked small compared to the extraordinary entrance way. He could hear Valerie’s footsteps in the near distance. The older woman made her way closer to Saint, her face beaming.

“S
aint, please come inside,” Naomi offered as she moved off to the side of him. Whispering voices immediately caught his attention. He turned to his immediate left and took notice of the finger pointing, snickering and laughter.

“Oh my God! That’s him!” he heard someone say.

“Girl, he looks good as hell! Damn! If Brad looked like that, I’d never let him leave my sight!”

That was followed by more laughter. Naomi and Valerie looked at each other, grimaced, and rolled their eyes.

“We’re so sorry, Saint,” Valerie offered as she took him by the hand and led him into the dining room to the crowd of young women who scattered about, pretending they hadn’t been peeking at him from the side of the wall. “I know you’d rather be asleep right now.”

Not quite
… but it does involve a bed…

The women immediately quieted as Valerie stood in front of them, her hand tightly wound around S
aint’s fingers. All eyes were on him, sizing him up as the young ladies took their seats. He scanned the room closely, taking in the assortment of women of various hues, body types and hairstyles. All of them had different personalities and beliefs, but the one thing they had in common was that they were first or second time Rainbeau daters—and they were wet behind the ears … and scared shitless.

S
aint chewed his inner jaw and crossed his arms over his broad chest, now covered with a gray V-necked t-shirt.

“I’m not going to say ‘hello
Queens’, to any of you.” He slowly released Valerie’s hand and began to leisurely pace the front of the room. “‘Hello’ would denote that I am happy to be here … that I am happy with the progress made. In fact, I’m not.” He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. He paused and looked at them from the corner of his eye. “These two women have taken time out of their lives to help you. They didn’t have to do
shit
for you. They already earned their dues!”

The room suddenly turned serious. A hush poured over
the crowd, and not one woman moved a muscle.

“They have invaluable expertise, experiences and knowledge. You know nothing about what it was like to have to fight to even be in the same room
with a Rainbeau, to be treated equally, let alone date him!” His voice rose, shaking the space as if it had fists and the walls were cage bars. “These two women endured the civil rights movement, something none of you know a damn thing about! ’Cept maybe on television and from history books.” He scratched under his eye as he briefly deliberated. “Naomi’s marriage was considered null and void when she moved here to America from France with her husband, my colleague and mentor, George. Valerie was told her marriage was illegal! That she was shacking up with a white man, when she had in fact married that man, before a Priest, the one priest in the entire state of California who was willing to perform the ceremony at that time!”