My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (151 page)

CHAPTER TWO

The Stripper

The strip club was a place that held many fond memories close to me, and it also made me wonder why I had waited so long to come back to this life. 

I ordered a drink and sat down at the table I had often sat at to watch the young girls dance. 

“I haven’t seen you in awhile Tyrone.” A man that walked over said. 

I knew immediately he was the club owner, D’Mario.

I laughed.  “It has been too long to tell you the truth.  This life is exciting instead of pushing papers all day.  What have you been up to?”

D’Mario shook his head.  “I have been doing the things I love day in and day out instead of trying to keep a squeaky clean reputation.  I saw one of your ads, and I couldn’t believe that was you in that suit.  You don’t even look like you had a trace of the hood.  You look more like a pretty boy waiting to get his ass whipped.”

I started laughing as I watched D’Mario pull up a seat next to me and pass me a cigar. 

“To tell you the truth I am unsure how my life ended up this way besides when the blood bath broke out between us and the Eastside and Momma moved me to the east coast.  She expected me to be better then that, even if it wasn’t who I was.  My brother, on the other hand, seemed to be able to forget everything we once stood for, but I can’t do that.  Every day I look out of my window and down at Los Angeles and crave to be back here.  It isn’t the way it was, and it and I miss it like hell.”

“I am surprised your Momma even lets you come out to these areas of the hood.  Geez, if she knew that you were here, I am sure she would beat your ass.”

Both of us started laughing. 

“No disrespect to my Momma.  What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”  I replied.

“Amen to that brother!  Amen to that!  Have you seen so many new pretty dancers before!  Mm, I love my strippers.  My girls sure do know how to move!” 

“For the past ten years you have had the best girls in the area, perhaps the whole city of Los Angeles.  I never know how you find them, but damn they don’t just dance but they can get a man going.”

“How are things between you and Lisa?”

I shook my head.  “She hasn’t spoken to me since I told her I missed this lifestyle.”

“I told you that you should have married Candy, that stripper you were dating just before you moved out of here.”

Candy’s major was being a stripper in life.  She didn’t care about anything else but dancing and pleasing her men.

I started laughing.  “I had to test drive her first and I was sure I could have bought a better girl with less mileage, though,” I said as I lightly hit D’Mario in the arm as we joked.

Lisa was a good girl, but Candy had been wild and I missed that.

“Well, you can take any of the girls you want off the lot tonight.  It will be my treat.”

“That’s hooking a brother up good!” I said with a smile.

“Of course I am!  Why wouldn’t I?”

“If I could forget life for awhile and the fact I am a CEO for an investment firm, I would come back here in a heartbeat.  I love the money, but I hate the fact it isn’t the way the hood treated me.”

“I didn’t think you would be able to make it being a stuck up CEO all your life.  It just isn’t you!  The hood is your home, and it will always treat you right.  I swear your success is short lived if you ever come back.”

My mouth dropped as I saw a beautiful African-American woman beginning to do a striptease on the floor.  D’Mario could have said anything at that point, but I wasn’t listening as she hypnotized me with her dance moves, and I began falling in love with her.  Her body was like a goddess, and I wanted to explore every little detail of it. 

“That’s Deja; she is one of our newest girls,” D’Mario said slapping me on the arm.

“I love her.”

“You haven’t met her yet.  Her mouth is something else if you know what I mean.  She refuses to turn tricks, but I am sure for the right person she would.”

She kept hiding her face as she flicked her hair and slid down the stripper pole.  I was mesmerized by her beauty. 

I didn’t realize was D’Mario was hiding a key factor in Deja’s identity as he motioned her over to join us after her dance routine.

“Deja, sweetheart, this is someone I want you to entertain for the night.  He is a good friend of mine and ran the hood with me back in the day.” D’Mario said.

Her voice was familiar as I looked up and saw her chocolate brown eyes staring at me. 

It was going to be hard to hide the fact that Deja was my sister-in-law and that we both had secrets exposed tonight. 

“Certainly I will accompany your boy, D’Mario.”

D’Mario put a money roll in my suit jacket.  “Tell Ramon to hurry up and get better.  The hood isn’t the same without him.”

I looked at Deja as she sat down on my lap and gave me a smile.

“The back room is all yours if you want it,” D’Mario said as he walked off.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She said as she began kissing my neck and wiggling as she began doing a lap dance.

“No one here knows who you are, do they?” I asked.

“Are you joking?  I kept my identity a secret, just like you getting back into the hood life and trying to keep a squeaky clean reputation for your business.  I guess I am not surprised you are back here in the hood.”

“Why do you say that?”

All she did was smile at me as she continued her lap dance.  She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t have to.  I knew she was going to try to blackmail me just as much as I was going to blackmail her into having sex with me.

CHAPTER THREE

The Sex

I wasn’t expecting that our reunion at the strip club with my sister-in-law and I would have sparked something, but it had.  I began watching her dance every single night that I could. She also knew there was going to be more expected of her since she was caught stripping, and my brother didn’t know.

I took D’Mario up on the back room offer and watched as she gave me private dances.  She would start off doing a regular striptease that ended up a lap dance.  This time she even put her mouth down on my crotch and began to blow through my pants.  There was no way for her to get out of her being a stripper or me keeping her secret if she didn’t sleep with me.

My whole body began to quiver in her presents.  I was actually looking forward to having sex with her.  She owed me that much to keep her secret.  I wasn’t shy to keep reminding her of that.

I watched as she began another routine as she did once again a split in her g-string and allowed her breast to bounce and giggle which drove me nuts.  There was something about her having her clothes come flying off that made her more desirable than the image I had of her with her turtleneck on that she painted for my family.

“Just don’t wear out too fast!  You still have to finish with this.” I said as I unzipped my pants.

Deja giggled.  “Don’t worry I haven’t even started yet, I will still have the energy to take care of that.  I am sure you will keep my secret, and I will keep your secret if we go through with this.”

“I couldn’t honestly remember when the last time I had been so excited was.  I knew Lisa never got me this excited; it had to have been when I was dating Candy. 

She seemed to be tempting me as I looked at her with a sly grin. 

“Are you planning to sit on my lap anytime soon?” I asked.

Deja smiled and began doing yet another lap dance.  I had been fantasizing about this moment for awhile and suddenly as I held her hips, I gently pushed her g-string to one side.

Deja began to moan suddenly as I entered her.  She tossed her head back and began to ride me as if she was in the rodeo.  Her legs began to quiver, and I knew I wasn’t the only one on the verge of cumming.

She untied the sides of her g-string and pressed her naked body against mine.

I lifted her up and down with my strong arms and continued as she moaned with every thrust my body made.  I watched as her fingers began to pleasure herself as I had sex with her. Her arousal dripped down onto my thighs, in a beautiful wet mess.

I was enjoying this sudden sexual rage I was having with my sister-in-law.  She was arching her back and letting out moans of pleasure as she continued to dance on my lap as I pleasured her.  I was sure she hadn’t been pleasured like this in a long time, by the way, her body was quivering. 

My body was filled with this sudden excitement and pleasure that I wasn’t used to.  My hands began caressing her body as I wanted more.  I wasn’t sure if this was lust, a one night stand or if I was falling in love with Deja.  I touched her in a loving way, the way a man would touch his woman when he made love to her.  I played with her orgasm, knowing exactly what she wanted without her telling me if she wanted me to go faster or slower. 

I could tell by the glazed look in Deja’s face she was enjoying every single moment of me doing this to her.  The torture was unreal, but so was the pleasure as I had my way with her. I thrust my body one last time hard as I held her down, allowing her to receive my orgasm. 

Deja smiled as she kissed me.  “I loved that Tyrone.  Do you want to come back tomorrow night to pleasure me the same way?” she whispered in my ear as she continued to hold me tightly as she sat on my lap.

“Who says it needs to be here where I can pleasure you?  We can do this anywhere, and you can strip for me.”

Deja smiled at this as she kissed me again.  “I love the way you think.  At first I thought you were just blackmailing me, but then I realized you have a special touch with a woman, and I don’t think I would be able to live without you.  I love the feeling of power between my legs.”

I watched her put her g-string back on and walk out as if nothing had ever happened.  She had no shame that her g-string had stuck to her, or she smelled of sex and cum as she got on another man’s lap and began to do another lap dance. 

“How was she?” D’Mario asked as he looked at me zipping up my pants.

I chuckled.  “She was friggin amazing.  That one I want just for my personal use in the back room.” I said before leaving.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Date

I wasn’t sure what I had been thinking sleeping with Deja.  I knew that it was fun, and I enjoyed every single second of it, but I also knew if my brother found out he would kill the both of us.  At the moment, I didn’t care what Jarome thought.  He obviously could please Deja the way I did last night.  She felt satisfied and the way I made her body quiver, I knew she hadn’t felt that way in a long time. 

I had never slept with any of my brother’s other girlfriends or wives, but Deja was different.  She was amazing and could keep my sexual interest.  I wanted to seduce her over and over.

I looked at the ceiling in my penthouse as I was fantasizing she was here in my arms asleep.  We both lived different lives, and I was wishing that this affair would be kept secret and last a long time since I was enjoying it.

“Good morning!  I thought I would drop by since Jarome went to work early.”

I smiled as I looked over at Deja, who walked through my penthouse to my bedroom wearing a skimpy dress.

“I am sure Jarome didn’t realize that you wore that to see me.”

Deja laughed.  “No, he didn’t.  I am sure he would kill me if he did.  I don’t care.” she said as she looked at me with a smile. 

“Are you sure you are okay with this affair?” I asked.

“I really don’t have a choice.  You would run to Jarome and tell everyone my secret.  Besides I think it is fun.”

“Are you going to be dancing again tonight?”

Deja shook her head.  “I don’t dance every night, only on the days that Jarome is out of town.  I didn’t think that you would do what you did, but I loved every second of it.  I'm sure your load is lighter because of it.”

“I am not complaining,” I said as I started laughing.

I wanted the attention from Deja that my body was already craving.  She had spoiled me with her deepest pleasures at the strip club and I wanted more. 

“How come you want to get back into the gang life?  You are a successful business, man!” Deja said as she began undoing her dress.

“I could ask you the same thing.  How come you are a stripper who is turning tricks for her brother-in-law.  To be honest sitting at a desk doing the same thing over and over doesn’t excite me.  I had been in the gang life since I was thirteen years old.” I said pointing to the tattoo on my arm. “It is just something that can’t be taken out of me.  Jarome was too young to remember the gang.  My mother moved us east and thought that she could save us.  I took the job out here the first chance I got because I missed it.  Now it is your turn, why a stripper?”

Deja sighed as she got under the covers.  “We don’t have enough money to go around.  Your brother loves to drink, and I am tired of going without because he can’t support his own family.  I always told him before we got married that I refused to marry a drunk, and that is exactly who he had turned into through the years.  When he isn’t doing that, he is darting off to Las Vegas and gambling our money away.  It isn’t pleasurable for any of us to go without food or electricity.”  Deja said as she straddled my body.

“I always thought you were the good girl type.  I never imagined you to be a stripper.  I was shocked as hell that first night when I saw you dancing around on stage.  At first I didn’t realize who you were until you came over.”

“That is what makes me desirable.  I look timid and shy, but instead I am really wild as hell and kinky.”

She leaned over me and held on to the headboard as she dropped herself slowly down on my erection.

“What about you?  Aren’t you afraid your Momma is going to find out that you are in the gang life again?” Deja asked.

I realized as I spent more and more time with Deja that I was starting to develop feelings for her, and I was pretty sure she was doing the same for me. 

“If you got the chance to take over Ramon’s place, would you?” she asked.

I looked at Deja unsure how to answer the questions he had just asked. “Everyday I think of Ramon and the fact he was in a crossfire.  I think of how lucky that I work at an investment firm, but I miss every single bit of that life.  When Reese came and asked me to collect money from D’Mario for Ramon, it was as if I came back home.  This is who I am.  I live, breathe and bleed for the hood.  I know it is a shame to say even such a thing since I was given an opportunity to escape from this life.  I can’t handle not being a part of it.”

“I know what you mean; It kind of brands you.  I just was overhearing D’Mario say that Ramon isn’t going to pull through.  The search is already in effect for a new Hood Boss, and you are the first choice.”

“They want me as a new boss?  This is the first time I heard of this.  Are you sure that is what you heard?” I asked.

Deja nodded in agreement with what I had said.

D’Mario had never told me that Ramon wasn’t pulling through, neither did Reese.  We all just did our part because we knew that the Hood had to keep going no matter what happened.  If we didn’t, we knew that a rival gang would be in there taking us over.”

After I had been done with Deja, I was going to go to Reese’s and find out the truth for myself.  I guess if I were given this opportunity then I probably wouldn’t waste it.  I took every breath for the hood although I had a lot of clients who thought I was a saint.