The Hustler's Daughter {DC Bookdiva Publications} (4 page)

Maria
could only blush; she had the time of her life with Don Carter. She got up from
the bed and called a cab to take her home. She hoped that her father wasn’t
awake when she got there. She knew he would definitely be pissed and start
asking questions about where she was and what she was doing while she was
absent from his presence.

As
the car pulled up to Vicente’s estate, Maria was extremely nervous.  The entire
ride she was practicing excuses to explain why she was just getting home. She
hopped from the car and headed towards the house. She quickly fixed her pink
tube top and made sure her hair didn’t look messy. She slid her key into the front
door and bit down on her lip, hoping she would not have to face Vicente. She
slowly crept in, closing the door behind her. She tried to sneak across the
marble floor but it was hard not to hear her since her heels clicked loudly on
the floor.  She stopped to remove them.

As
soon as she passed her father’s office, she overheard him on the phone. She
dashed up the spiral stair case and rushed into her room. She looked over and
noticed her sister Alana sound asleep in her bed. She slipped out of her clothes
and into something more comfortable. Maria sat down on her chair and she
grabbed the brush. She brushed her thick hair down to the back of her head.

“Where
are you coming from?” Alana asked. Maria looked in the mirror and eyed Alana,
who was stretching her arms and yawning.

“I
went out last night.” Maria said bluntly.

“I’m
aware of that.” Alana said sarcastically as she sat up looking at the clock,
“It’s almost… nine o’clock and you’re just coming in the house…where were you?”
Alana asked eagerly.

“At
the hotel across from the bar with Mr. Carter,” she cooed.

“Oh
my God Maria, what were you thinking?” Alana covered her hand over her mouth,
“You didn’t sleep with him right?”

Maria
stopped brushing her hair and turned around smiling, “Of course I didn’t.” Maria
said sarcastically while rolling her eyes, “What else would we go to a hotel
for?”

“If
Daddy finds out, he’s going to kill you.” Alana assured her.

“Well
he won’t find out, unless you say something.” Maria shot her a nasty glare.

“I’m
not going to say anything Maria.” Alana said with sincerity, “You just better
hope he doesn’t find out, because if he does he will kill…” Maria cut her off.

“He’s
not going to find out!” Maria barked, as she got up and flicked her hair back
and exited the room. She walked down the spiral stair case and over to the
living room. She stood and stared from the window. A slight smile appeared
across her face when she watched the waves crash up against the shore. She was
reminiscing about the first day that she met Don. She was into her day dream
and didn’t realize her father was behind her. She only noticed when she felt
him breathing down her neck. Maria closed her eyes as she felt his hand
caressing the side of her neck.

“I
see the way that you look at him.” Vicente said with a tone dripping with
jealously, “And I see the way that he was looking at you.” He said referring to
Don, “And I promise you Maria, if you ever think about…”

“Father,
I have no interest in Mr. Carter.” Maria was lying straight through her teeth.

“Good,
you better keep it that way.” Vicente hissed as he drunk the last sip of
whiskey.

“There
will never be you and a Mr. Carter because if you go against my rule, the both
of you will end up dead!” He slammed down his glass of whiskey on the window
sill and walked away.

 Maria
jumped back; she was startled from the sound of the glass when he slammed it
down. Those words repeatedly echoed in her head. She knew Vicente wasn’t
joking; he was a man of his word. If he found out about their secret love, both
of them would suffer the same fate-DEATH!

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 Don
sat on his private jet and gazed out the window. Maria was on his mind during
the entire flight. She was such a woman: she was beautiful, smart, classy,
stylish, sophisticated, and could dance and fuck all night. She was everything
he’d ever wanted in a female. He didn’t want to leave her behind, but business
always came first. He sincerely hoped that one day they would get the chance to
meet again. Roy noticed his brother was quiet and decided to ask him what was
up.

“Damn
bro, you good?”

“Yeah,
I’m just thinking.” Don scratched his chin.

   “That
chick got you wide open, huh?” Roy laughed.

   “Nah
yo, she’s different. Yo…I think she gon’ be wifey.” Don smirked as pictures
flashed through his mind of the two of them getting married.

   “You
just met her bro’…and she just gave it up to you.” Roy chuckled.

   “I
don’t give a fuck about that…” Don started getting upset. He didn’t even want
to talk with Roy about this; he was so negative sometimes.

   “You
got bigger and better problems to be worried about besides some chick that
lives way across the world from us.” Roy said as he sipped on his drink. Don
knew there was some truth in his brother’s last statement. “Yeah, whatever you
say bro.” Don said dismissively. He still couldn’t take his mind off Maria
completely.

For
the next few days, it felt good to be back in New York. When the drop was made
as promised within the week, Don was the happiest hustler in the city. He stood
in his workroom watching his soldiers unload kilos of coke. The money was
already starting to come in, but this time they were coming ten times harder.

The Other Woman

Meringue
music and cigarette smoke filled the living room of Carmen’s Spanish Harlem
apartment. The late night breeze entered through the half open window. Carmen
stood with a lit cigarette in her mouth as she moved her hips side to side. She
wore skin tight black leggings and a white t-shirt with ruffles on the
shoulder. Her golden blonde hair was cut into a short bob that shaped her face
and brought out her perfectly tattooed eye brows. She took a long drag on her
Virginia Slim cigarette, as she closed her eyes and grabbed a Corona from the
fridge. She popped off the top and began to sip on it.

There
was a loud banging on her door, but she couldn’t hear it due to the loud music.
She danced around in the living room and when the song finally changed, the
knocking continued growing louder.

“Who
the hell is it?” Carmen yelled with the cigarette still dangling on the side of
her mouth. She turned her head towards the door and started slowly walking over
to it.

“Come
open the fucking door!” Carmen smiled and rushed over to the door and unlocked
the two locks. On the other side she saw her boo, Don Carter standing there.
She reached in for a kiss, but he rushed past her and immediately started
talking shit. Carmen just rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind him and
locked it.

“You
didn’t fucking hear me knocking?” He yelled over the merengue music. She looked
at him wide-eyed with no response.

“You
need to turn that shit down.” He barked. Carmen walked over and turned down the
music, “What you having a party in here or something?” he playfully asked, as
he took off his jacket and threw it on the couch.

“Yeah,
still celebrating when you left.” she sarcastically joked as she gulped down
the rest of her Corona and slammed the empty bottle down on the coffee table.
She bent down and placed her burning cigarette in the ashtray and seductively
walked over to him.

 “I
missed you Baby, did you miss me?”

“Of
course I missed you.” Don said as he smiled and he picked her up. Carmen
wrapped her legs around him and they exchanged a long sensual kiss. 

“How
was the trip? Did you meet any new girls?” she asked, and she quickly resented
asking when he said yeah. She knew Don wasn’t with long talking and he didn’t
have to explain shit to her. She wasn’t his girl; she was just someone he would
fuck with here and there. He also used her to cook up his crack.

“How
much did you miss Daddy?”

“Daddy?”
she cocked her head back as she playfully rolled her eyes, “You know I missed
my Papi.” She smiled and winked at him.

Don
had to admit that he did miss her too. He only missed her because she was the
only one he fucked on the regular, and she kept her pussy nice and tight for
him. As he walked down the hall with her in his embrace, they clumsily kissed
while he groped her thick ass. He gently pushed the door open with her back and
aggressively threw her down on the bed.  He began unbuttoning his pants and
didn’t stop until he was naked. Watching him undress, Carmen was growing more
aroused.  She hurriedly removed her clothes as well.  

The
nipples on her perky breasts grew erect from visual stimulation. Don looked
down and noticed her pussy was neatly shaven, just the way he liked it. He
climbed on the bed and on top of Carmen. He kissed her neck and traveled down
her chest focusing on her breasts.  He hungrily sucked on each of them. She
moaned with pleasure; she loved when he flicked his warm tongue across her hard
nipples.  It made her pussy drip like a broken faucet. He abruptly stopped
licking her breast and stood up on his knees. He stroked his manhood to full
attention.

“Put
it in, I need you Papi.” Carmen groaned.

“Oh
you missed Daddy’s dick?” he laughed as he saw the lustful gleam in her hazel
eyes.

“Stop
playing with me, I want it now.” She whined. He could tell she was extremely
horny. He obliged her requests and slid his dick inside of her. He slowly
thrust in and out of the pussy. Carmen bit on the bottom of her lip as she
watched him. Every time he went in he hit her with the slow pumps, he knew that
drove her crazy.  She couldn’t take much slow fucking, it felt too good.  

“Faster
Papi, faster!” she yelled out loud. “You want it fast? You want me to go
faster?” he asked, as he started speeding up the pace.

“Hell
yeah! Give it to me Papi!” she said between gritted teeth.

“Turn
that ass around.”

He
got up, and she quickly turned around and placed her ass in the air and buried
her face on her champagne colored silk pillow. Don grabbed his dick, slipped it
right into her wetness and went to work. He grabbed her short hair, but kept
losing his grip. Then he grabbed onto her hips as he rapidly pumped her back
and forth on his dick. He grunted as he neared climax, and sweat poured down
the side of his face. Carmen moaned and screamed out in ecstasy.

“Ohhh,
Don Carter, Mhmmmm”

“Damn
Maria, you feel so good Ma.” Don didn’t even realize he had called her the
wrong name and neither did Carmen.  “MARIA!” He said again as he exploded
inside of her sugary walls. ‘Fuck,’ he said to himself, as he realized he was
calling Carmen the wrong name.

 Since
he left Cuba, Maria was all he could think about. Even when he and Carmen had
sex, all he thought about was him and Maria making love. Carmen cocked her head
back as she turned to him and moved away.  She forced his still leaking dick
out of her pussy.

“So
who the fuck is Maria?” Carmen’s New York accent was thick and heavy combined
with her Dominican accent. She folded her arms across her breasts as she waited
for a response.

“What
you talking about?” He asked while wiping remnants of cum off the tip of his
still erect dick.

“You
know what the fuck I’m talking about! You just called me another bitch’s name!”

“Man,
you tripping!” Don said with a harsh tone, he quickly slipped on his boxers,
“I’m out.”

Don
put the rest of his clothes on and quickly walked towards the door.

“Oh
so you just gon’ come over here, hit it, call me another chicks name and expect
me not to be mad? What the fuck is your problem nigga?” Carmen retorted.

“First
of all Carmen, you need to fucking relax.” He pointed his finger in her face,
“Last time I checked you weren’t my fucking girl.” He retorted and grabbed his
car keys off the nightstand.

“Well
you know what, fuck you and that bitch MARIA!” Carmen shouted, “That bitch is
all the way in Cuba, you think she’s calling your name when she’s fucking
another guy?” Carmen laughed at her comment, “Don’t come to me when you feel
like fucking some reliable pussy! You can afford to go to Cuba whenever you
want, right?” She said with her head tilted and a devilish smirk on her face.
She did have a point, but Don wasn’t about to agree with her. He simply turned
his back and headed out the door as she rushed down the hall and said, “Run,
run that’s what you always do!” Carmen screamed, as he slammed the door in her
face.

She
turned around with her back against the door and slowly slid down to the ground
and cried. She held onto her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. She loved Don and
would do anything for him. This was the first time he’d ever called her another
female’s name. That was just unacceptable.

She
didn’t hear from Don for months after that night. However, one day he got a new
shipment and needed her to cook the work. Of course they had sex again. It
started to go back to their regular relationship until he stopped calling her
out of the blue. He never returned her phone calls and she had no idea know
why.