Charmed By A Steel City Hustler
Chapter 1 — Dirty Deeds

Lois:

"Lois, we need to go now, baby. Come on. Let me up," Sebastian said sliding me from atop his body. His sexy caramel complexion was adorned with tattoos and well-defined muscles. I pouted because I did not want our time together to end so soon. I sighed loudly and slid over to put my robe on.

"Stop it. You've got that lip poking out like a kid throwing a tantrum."

He came over to me, kissing my forehead and trailed down to my lips. I reciprocated and looped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. He pulled me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I began moaning into his mouth, knowing that would get him hot.

"Bash, please make love to me again. One last time," I whispered into his ear, then snaked my tongue along his lobe. I pulled back to peer into his hazel eyes. They made me weak every time we connected. He was intently focused on my face, but his head below was growing toward my center.

"We're going to be late for the dinner party. But the way you are leaking right now, how can I resist?"

"Ah!" I squealed as he threw me to the bed and planted himself in between my legs, kissing all over my full breasts. He penetrated me, and we both let out soft moans. His strokes were deep, long, and so powerful that my thighs were clapping back. I got so caught up in the moment I didn't hear our cell phones going off on the nightstand.

We tried to ignore them, but they continued back-to-back. He stopped thrusting once it was clear the phones were going to continue. He reached over and grabbed both in one swoop. The name on the screen immediately ruined my sexual bliss.

"Hey, baby," I said into the phone while rolling out of the bed in search of my clothes. I listened to my caller and responded when needed. I told him I would be at the destination shortly. I put my heels on and searched for my blouse and skirt. Turning around I saw that Sebastian was fully clothed and staring at me. Damn, he moved fast as hell.

"Baby, huh? Well, I guess I will see you later then."

Yes, he was nursing an attitude about my comment, but what could I do about that? I rolled my eyes, located my clothes, and put them on. I picked my purse up to walk out of the hotel room without another word to him. This was starting to be a routine once our sexual romp was over. One of us would leave upset at the other or the situation.

***

"Thank you, everyone. First and foremost, I would like to thank my beautiful wife, Lois. She has supported me for the past six years. She is my backbone, my ribs, and the air I breathe. When I'm stuck on a case late at night, pacing the floor, she wakes up with an attitude and says some smart remark."

The crowd broke out in laughter at his corny line. I just rolled my eyes and took a sip of wine as he continued.

"Lois will sometimes make a statement that opens my mind to a new angle of the case, and I solve it. This partnership is not only my accomplishment, but hers as well. Honey, stand up and let them get a good look."

I reluctantly stood up, and the room erupted in awes. The clinking of forks against wine glasses. I sat back down and took a small bite of the dry baked chicken on my plate.

"Sis, I know you are so proud of Donnie, and this promotion means big bucks. Cha-ching."

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you!

I looked over at my older sister, Lola, making that comment and just plastered on a fake smile. She was always worried about the size of a man's wallet. Lola didn't put much stock in the size of his heart or brain.

My husband, Adonis, was already bringing home a hefty salary. I only invited her so that I could have someone normal to talk to. Adonis was a corporate attorney who also took on white collar crime cases, and tonight was a celebration of him making partner.

"Congratulations, honey. You were great up there," I said, embracing him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. His facial expression was warm, but his body tone said something else.

"Lola, you look marvelous tonight. Flying solo?" he asked my sister. I took another sip of wine and tried to bite my tongue. This was one of those moments I had to remember where I was. He always addressed me last if my sister was present. The others at the table spoke to him, and we sat down. I gulped the last of my drink down and flagged down a waiter.

"Ease up, dear. Don't want to get tipsy and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues."

I whipped my head to stare at my husband. I was preparing to curse him out something awful but was stopped by a voice from behind me.

"I say get fucked up, Lo, and let loose. Shit, these stuffed shirt conservative people need some type of fun up in here. D, congrats, my man, on all this promotion and fanfare shit. My bad I'm late, business calls, you know how that goes. Oh, what's up everyone else. Don't bother with introductions because we may never see each other again," Sebastian said walking around the table and taking the empty seat next to Lola.

The other people at the table were slack-jawed and silent. I stifled my laughter by coughing a bit. Sebastian could make an entrance, that was for damn sure. Adonis had that fake smile plastered on his face looking stuck like Chuck. "Boo, you made it finally," Lola said sounding like a giddy schoolgirl. She had her hands all over him.

"Lois, you look good tonight," Sebastian said staring me in the eyes and causing my clit to jump instantly.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for showing up, Sebastian, even though you missed my speech. Business, huh? I didn't know you were into that type of work now," Adonis said with a smirk on his face. I exchanged looks with my sister. She asked Adonis to introduce her to some colleagues to prevent the two from getting into a heated debate. This was a normal routine with the four of us. Adonis and Sebastian did not get along. More like Adonis insulted him at every turn he could. Adonis came from money, and he smelled like it from a mile away. Sebastian owned a bar/restaurant business and was a street pharmacist, as I like to say. Lola proclaims he was a big-time drug dealer but retired some years ago. He was defiantly rough around the edges but educated, nonetheless. Sebastian did not have an Ivy League education, but he was highly intelligent and read people very well.

Strange how my sister could calm down Donnie with some ghetto humor. Bash preferred to sit and talk to me when these instances happened. Someone joked one time that we married the wrong men and should swap. The joke was hilarious last year when it was made, and everyone got a kick out of it. Now it was starting to become a weirdly twisted reality.

"I only play nice because you want me to baby. Your husband is asking for an ass whooping," Bash said drinking some champagne and pulling out his cell phone to return a message. I wasn't going to argue with him, given he was right. I just smiled and looked out onto the dance floor where people were dancing and having sparkling conversations. These parties were the highlight of my marriage in the beginning. I loved getting dressed up and being on my hubby's arm supporting him.

The energy in the room was lit, and everyone contributed to it but me. I was dressed in a simple, yet elegant black gown that had a long split up to my thigh. The dress was backless, and my breasts were held up perfectly by the plastic cutlets underneath it. My chestnut hair was pulled into a bun on top of my head, with a bang pulled out and stray pieces hanging in the back.

Adonis had not even taken a second look at me since we left the house to come here. My sisters' husband, who had fucked me like crazy earlier in the day complimented me on sight. The feelings I had for Bash were real, not some six-year marital itch. He was more than ready to come out and be open about us, but how could I hurt my sister like that? My marriage to Adonis was all I had known for the past six years.