Black Widow (13 page)

Logic Wiseman

All bitches ain’t female; they just have female traits. A dude can have a dick as big as an elephant’s and still be a ho.

Chapter 12

Miami

Logic was true to his word about Isis not needing any money. When her plane landed in Miami, he took her straight to an exclusive boutique on Collins Avenue. Logic had called in advance and arranged for the owner to pull a few hot new trendy pieces in her size from the rack for her to model. The owner and Logic had been associates for quite some time, so she was more than happy to offer her assistance.

Isis and Logic entered the store, and before Logic could even introduce the store owner to Isis, she rushed over to the couple and introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Lola, and I am going to take great care of you.” She placed her hand on Isis’s shoulder as if they had been sistah-girlfriends forever. Lola had a warm smile and sweet spirit.

Lola’s perfect tan stood out on her otherwise naturally fair skin as if she was a permanent resident on a nudist beach year round. Her bleached-blond hair dropped past her shoulders, down her back, and stopped just above her narrow butt. The lace-trimmed tank top that she wore showed off the cleavage created by her double-D implants paid for by another good client who came in monthly to shop for his wife but weekly to see Lola. Yet her most striking asset was her ocean-blue eyes; they were captivating. She could have been in a commercial. Isis found it hard to keep from staring into them.

Lola noticed Isis picking through some of the high-end garments that she had taken out for her and said, “I tried to pull a variety of things for you. I didn’t really know your taste, but I sell only the best here, so I’m sure you will find plenty to your liking.”

Isis continued to browse through the things. “You did a great job. Everything is so beautiful.” She had to give Lola her props.

“I’m sure we are going to have to play with the sizes a little. Logic tried to describe you to me the best he could, but you know men.” Lola winked at her. “If there’s anything else you see that interests you, feel free to pull it from the racks or shelves. We are all here to help you find exactly what you want.”

As Isis put aside outfits that she liked, Lola called one of her friends from a shop on the same block that sold shoes and accessories. She described the garments she had pulled and that Isis seemed to favor, and within minutes, another lady whirled into the boutique, pushing a cart filled with shoes, pocketbooks, belts, and hats that matched most, if not all, of the outfits. Logic watched Isis model outfit after outfit for him while he mostly talked on the phone. Once he saw that Isis was pretty comfortable with Lola and her team, he headed to one of the back offices to conduct more business in private. Before he left, he gave Lola the address to the condo. “Have everything that my Princess wants delivered to this spot.”

They had been going through clothes for almost two hours and were about finished when Lola told Isis, “I hear you are going to be here in Miami for a while, which means you have an open account here. Anything you need—whether you want to come in or if you need us to pull some things for you or if you want me just to get one of the girls to bring you a few things to choose from—it’s not a problem. We are here to make sure your needs are met,” she said. “And the good thing is that you get to keep your money in your pocket.” Once again, Lola winked. “We’ll send the bill to Logic.” She laughed.

Logic had just stepped into the store area and overheard the statement. “You can, and I’ll bet she’ll take you up on that offer, Lola.”

“Well, we mean it.” Lola showed her pretty white teeth.

When Isis and Logic were back in the car she asked him, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“You can ask me anything you like.”

Isis cleared her throat, then said, “Do you bring all your women here to buy clothes?”

“Actually, I don’t,” he said. “You are the first. Now can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything you like,” she said, mirroring him.

He smiled. That was one of the reasons that he liked her so much: She had swagger. “Will you promise me that when you do take Lola up on her offer, you won’t just wait for the sales?”

Isis laughed and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “I have another question,” she said.

“Shoot.”

Isis paused. She didn’t want to sound jealous or anything, but she did want to know the story behind him and Lola. If he had never brought another girl into the store to shop before, then why was it that Miss Lola was so quick to oblige to his called-in favor? “Lola and her people were really happy to see you. I mean they truly rolled the red carpet out for you—well, us. Have you known her a long time?”

“I helped her to get her business started. It took her about six years to finally pay me back, and I didn’t charge her one dime of interest, which is something I almost never do.” He looked over to her from behind the wheel of the Bentley that he was driving. This was the first time that Isis had ever ridden in a Bentley. The closest she had ever come to one was the picture that Bam used to have on the wall in their trailer. She had gone from admiring the GT in a photo to riding shotgun in one. She smiled on the inside and thought,
Damn, shit changes.

After they left the boutique, Logic drove Isis to his condo. From the moment she walked in, she loved every inch of it. It was located in the heart of trendy South Beach on Collins Avenue, and the back of the building faced the Atlantic Ocean. The wraparound balcony overlooked an enormous tropical-style pool, and the panoramic view of the paradise on the other side of their bedroom window was enough to make her want to make herself at home forever. The luxurious 2,000-square-foot condominium was heaven sent, and Isis loved everything about it: the big Jacuzzi tub in the master-suite bathroom, the king-sized bed—just one glance had her mind wondering about all the things that they could do in that bed. All the white appliances and white furniture made it feel so Miami and serene. This was her first time in the state of Florida, but Miami was treating her fabulously thus far.

Their first night together, Isis shared a bed with Logic. It wasn’t like it was the first time: They had gotten good and wild while in the city of sin. But Logic was all over her, as if it was his first. His excitement showed in his performance. He came much too quickly. The next couple of times were better, but still nothing to write home to mother about, or in Sandy’s case, Fluvanna Correctional Center for Women.

The next day was totally different. Logic was like a tiger in bed. As hard as she tried, Isis found it hard to keep up. She knew he had probably taken something, trying to make up for the night before, so she bit her lip and rolled with the punches. After the sex was over, Logic got up and rolled up a large amount of marijuana with a brown leaf. Once it was lit, he attempted to hand it to her.

“No thank you,” she said. “I don’t smoke.”

“You’ve
never
smoked?” he asked. “Or you just don’t smoke
anymore
?”

“Never.”

“Never?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Well, now is as good a time as any to give it a try,” he suggested. “I haven’t done anything to harm you yet, have I?”

Isis wasn’t really afraid of smoking weed; she just never had. All of her friends did, and even her sister. She viewed the serene look in Logic’s eyes and decided,
Why not?

Isis accepted the blunt, holding it between her thumb and index finger. She put it up to her mouth and inhaled—deeply. The smoke from the exotic weed caused her to cough uncontrollably.

Logic gently patted her on the back. “It’s going to be okay,” he said soothingly. “Don’t pull on it so hard the next time. You have to start off small because your lungs aren’t used to it yet.” He waited a few seconds. “You want to try it again?”

Isis’s eyes were already starting to feel a little heavy, but she gave it another try. “Like this?” This time she didn’t inhale quite as hard, and then she passed the spliff back to Logic.

“Uh-huh. That’s it, Princess,” he said. “Now, I want you to promise me something, though.”

“What?” she said.

“Promise me that you’ll never smoke anything with anyone other than me.”

A curious expression passed across Isis’s face when he asked her to make that promise. “Why do you want me to smoke it only with you if it’s not harmful to me?”

“Because niggas are the most shysty animals in the world,” he said. “They may put something inside of the weed that’ll fuck you up for life; they sometimes call them mickeys.” He could tell that he had her attention, so he continued. “I’m not trying to scare you. I just don’t want you to fall victim to another sucka pretending that he or she is your friend.” He passed the weed back to her. “A jealous bitch will act like it’s all about you but all the time be trying to tear you down. And all bitches ain’t female; they just have female traits. A dude can have a dick as big as an elephant’s and still be a ho,” he explained. “Okay?”

Isis wasn’t sure if it was the weed or what, but everything that Logic said sounded deep and thoughtful. The room was filled with the pungent aroma of top-shelf marijuana. The smoke wafted above her head. She took another toke, this time bigger than the last one, but not quite as large as the first time.

“I promise.” The words came out along with a puff of smoke.

Three days had passed with Logic and Isis doing nothing but smoking weed, having sex, eating gourmet food that they had delivered to the house, and swimming in the pool at night—and sometimes in the ocean.

On the third day, Logic announced to Isis after he had gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed, “I’ve got to go to work to make us some money if we want to continue to have a place to live.”

“You know I love this place,” Isis said, smiling, “so by all means don’t let me stand in your way.”

“That’s my girl,” Logic told her. Most chicks would have been whining, saying, “Oh, baby, but I don’t want you to leave.” Isis knew the deal. She respected his hustle and understood the game. Daily she gave him reasons that could make any man fall head over heels for her.

Dressed all in black, Logic said to Isis as he grabbed his keys, “Okay, I won’t be gone long. There should be plenty of things to keep you occupied until I return. You can sit by the pool and work on some of your hot-ass jewelry if you want to. Hopefully, the atmosphere will propel your thoughts into a creative frenzy,” he said, encouraging her. “But if you need a break from that, there’s always shopping, sightseeing, or lunch at any of the four-and five-star restaurants. Two of my credit cards and some cash are on the nightstand by the bed. Have fun, Princess.”

Did this man just say cash and two credit cards?
Isis had to ask herself.
Dreams do come true, huh?
“You make it all sound so wonderful. I’m not sure what I want to do, but I know one thing you can let me do, and that’s to let me make you breakfast before you leave.”

He looked at his watch, jingled his keys, and then thought,
what the hell.

Isis prepared sunny-side-up eggs with toast and sausage. She was going to make some fried potatoes, but with Logic being the bachelor that he was, he didn’t have any potatoes. To wash everything down, Isis cracked open a bottle of champagne instead of juice, because he had none. She worked with what she had.

After they were done with breakfast, Logic went into the second bedroom of the condo, which doubled as his office space. He removed his .40-caliber Glock pistol from the closet and placed it between the waistband of his pants and the small of his back. Then he fixed his shirt and walked back out to the kitchen, where Isis was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He walked up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door.

“Thank you for cooking me breakfast. It was delicious,” he said. “But next time, do dat shit butt naked.” He smacked her playfully on the bottom and then headed for the door.

“Be safe, Logic,” Isis said to his back with a smile on her face.

He turned around with a grin on his face, and asked, “Is there any other way?”

Chapter 13

A Gangsta in Bed

Logic paraded Isis around the city all week as if she was his prized trophy, introducing her to big wheels as one of the finest hidden secrets on the East Coast. He damn near forced them into being jewelry clients of hers, but hey, they would do anything for Logic. Once he took her to a nightspot called Club Opium, where multiplatinum rapper and entrepreneur Smooth Breeze was giving a big party. Of course Logic had platinum VIP status, walking to the front of the door and straight to VIP. He wasn’t really feeling up to dealing with a loud hip-hop crowd tonight, but he thought there would be some good contacts for Isis. Besides, the rapper owed him so many favors, it was indeed his time to collect one or two.

Logic nudged Isis’s arm. “That’s the guy over there that I want you to meet,” he said. Smooth Breeze was sitting in a giant booth with three other men and about eight women who looked like models.

“He looks occupied,” Isis observed.

“He’s not too busy to meet you. Besides, I’m sure he’ll want to meet any friend that’s a friend of mine.”

When Smooth Breeze saw Logic walking toward his table, automatically he had two of the women get up to make room. “Logic, my man, what’s good?” Smooth Breeze greeted him with a homeboy hug. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. I know this isn’t your type of crowd.”

“No crowd is my type of crowd,” Logic answered. Then he gestured toward Isis. “I want you to meet my lady, Ice. She makes top-notch original jewelry, and I want you to expose her to the hip-hop market.” Logic got right to the point. “Nobody buys jewelry like you cats.” Isis was stunned at the way he spoke to the famous rapper.

“No problem, Logic,” Smooth Breeze showed his platinum teeth. “You know I’m going to need to see you tomorrow to take care of that business. If I’d known you were coming, I would have brought that with me.”

“I know, but I’m going to have Doc or Jacob to meet with you to handle that tomorrow.”

“That’s what’s up.” Smooth Breeze nodded, then said to Logic and Isis, “Y’all’s cups been good all night, right?”

“Yeah, we good on the cognac,” Logic replied.

“Is that all you need from me right now?”

Logic answered with two quick words: “For now.” Then he smiled.

“Anything you need, let us know.”

“Just make sure you handle that B-I with my Princess.” Logic kissed her on the forehead.

“I got dat.”

“Let someone serve and wait on you.” If Dave could see me now, he sure would be proud!
Isis couldn’t help but smile.

Sitting in VIP with a full waitstaff waiting on her hand and foot and having the full attention of one of the most respected men in the club—if not
the
most respected—made Isis truly feel like the princess that Logic had labeled her when he first laid eyes on her at the pool in Vegas. A couple of times Logic had referred to Isis as his lady while introducing her. She loved seeing the way that people flocked to her new man, damn near kissing his ass just to get a hello out of him. She watched how one of the guys in Smooth Breeze’s entourage passed off a sack of pills to Logic while he sat there smoking a blunt in the middle of the club like it was a cigarette. Logic smiled at the small gift.

Isis overheard the guy that passed him the bag say, “I know you probably got this shit by the pound, but Breeze wouldn’t have it in here if I didn’t break bread off of his stash.”

Isis was getting turned on by the power that Logic exuded. He caught her looking at him. “What did he give you?” she asked.

“Some E pills. They’re not as powerful as mine, but the gesture is what counts.”

“Is that right?” She smirked, totally infatuated. “I didn’t know that you took those.”

Before he could answer, a business client approached him. “What up, Logic? I’ve been working hard trying to get your money back,” he said. “I’m in production right now with the film, finally. It shouldn’t be long before we generate some revenue.”

Logic just looked at the negligent filmmaker. His boy, Doc, jumped into the conversation to alleviate some of the uncomfortable tension. “Yo, Tre, so how you loving that Ferrari you driving?” he asked.

“It’s a perfectly tuned machine. I had to pull some strings to get the limited edition on the first shipment that they sent through the Port of Miami, but the red tape I went through was worth it.”

“Plug me in with them motherfuckers you dealt with, ’cause I can’t get a bitch to pay me no mind,” Doc told Tre.

“That’s nothing. I will take care of that for you.”

While Doc and Tre continued to talk, Logic redirected his attention back to Isis. “You have a problem with that?”

She wasn’t sure what he was referring to. “What, you handling your business?”

“Me and E?” he asked like her opinion really mattered to him.

Isis shook her head. “I was just asking.”

“I mix the E with the V from time to time. They call it sextacy.”

“I know what the E stands for, but what are V’s?” she asked.

“Viagra.”

She recalled their sex episodes from the other night.
That’s why I couldn’t keep up with that nigga.

“Actually, the pills that Breeze sent to me are nothing close to the ones that I get. They won’t even do anything for me.”

Ecstasy is Ecstasy,
she thought. Then she asked, “Can you let me try one of them, then?”

Logic studied her face. “Have you ever taken one before?”

“You know I am the original square from
Green Acres
.”

“Then why now?”

“Curiosity,” she said. “And you’re the only person that I can trust to satisfy my curiosity.”

He sat there feeling himself, loving the way that Isis tuned into him, and then Doc whispered something in Logic’s ear. It must have been something funny because a big smirk appeared on his face. He grabbed her hand, signaling to Isis that it was time for them to leave. She grabbed her Chloe bag and started toward the door, led by Logic through the crowd. She was more than ready to go home and hit the sack. She hadn’t gotten much rest the night before and had been functioning all day since 6
AM
on only four hours of sleep.

Once they were outside of the club, Isis watched as Tre, the film guy, headed over to his car with two six-feet-tall white women, one attached to each arm. She watched as they stood next to the banana-yellow Ferrari making arrangements on what the next move was. Isis couldn’t even imagine the freaky festivities that they had in store for the rest of the night.

Logic handed his keys to Jacob. “Take my baby to the car,” Logic said, referring to Isis. The car was parked only four spots from the entrance of the club. He turned to Isis. “Princess, wait in the car. I’ll be there in a minute. I gotta talk to Tre right quick.”

Isis did what she was told, but Logic was only a few feet away and she could hear him talking to Tre. “Let me hold them keys to that Ferrari until the revenue from the film is proper.”

Tre knew that it wasn’t a request that Logic was making. He had three options: produce the money that he owed, which he didn’t have; give up the car; or die. With moisture in his eyes, he gave up the keys. That car was the love of his life, but it wasn’t worth his life. Logic tossed the keys to Doc. “Put some miles on her for me.”

“Will do,” Doc assured his boss.

Before Doc could pull off, Isis heard Logic tell Jacob, “There’s too much money owed to me in these streets. I think niggas are starting to think that shit is fucking sweet. What the fuck a nigga doing in a club driving a Ferrari, dicking not one but two white bitches, while he owes me a quarter-million dollars and counting? I need you to go to the strong-arm collection tactic to let cats know that it is that serious. So for the next couple of weeks, keep your feet the fuck out of them casinos and on the pavement collecting my gwock.”

Although he tried to conceal it, Isis read the angry look on Jacob’s face as Logic pulled off.

Logic took another look at Isis before he turned onto the main highway. He admired every stitch of the all-white rhinestone halter dress that she wore. In fact, this was the first time that he had noticed that since she had been in Miami, she had worn only all black or all white. He found it interesting. He also liked the fact that she asked him for permission to take the Ecstasy. She never whined or complained about anything, although there wasn’t much to complain about. He put his right hand on her left leg and then slowly ran it up her thigh, and he didn’t stop until he reached the prize. She wasn’t wearing any underwear for fear her panty lines would show through the form-fitting dress. Between her legs was hot and wet like a rain forest in South America. That night, she would break another one of her never-haves. Hot sex on Ecstasy was definitely on the menu.

When they got in the house, Logic gave her a small blue pill. She wondered if it was one of the blue dolphins that she had read about, but she didn’t ask. She took the pill that he gave her, and he swallowed a different-colored one. Not really knowing what to expect from the drug, she wanted to be prepared.

“I want to go freshen up,” Isis said. She turned her back to him to unzip the sexy number she was wearing and let it drop to the floor.

As she strutted off to the bathroom, Logic’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said.

“I was born to trust you,” she told him, “but please don’t betray my trust. Okay?” she said with a look of hope in her eyes.
Now, if this motherfucker right here betrays me, it’s going to be the damn straw that broke the camel’s back.

Logic didn’t even get a chance to respond to Isis’s query. Next thing he heard was Isis in the bathroom vomiting. He came in behind her and handed her some paper towels as she leaned over the toilet bowl. “It’s one of the side effects to the E the first time you take it.”

He sat there and talked to her for a few minutes before she insisted that she get into the shower. He agreed.

Logic was lying in the king-sized bed stroking his manhood when she returned. Steam emerged through the door from behind her as if it was trying to race her when she stepped on the carpet. She looked like a black angel emerging from the gates of heaven, and she was coming his way. As she got closer, she slowly turned her back toward him. Logic could make out the black sheer Claire Pettibone nightgown that she had purchased earlier that day, along with some black, strappy, come-fuck-me sandals. She was ready for attack. Logic had no idea that the E had her so high that it had taken her an extra fifteen minutes just to get the sandals laced up correctly.

She stood in front of Logic, striking a sexy pose with her back to him. She slowly turned back around.

Damn, I hope I don’t fall
, she thought as she made the spin.
This shit got me fucked up already. Lord, please be with me.
She could feel her body being super lightweight.

In his eyes, everything was perfect, right down to the slight bow in her legs that made a gap just the right size at her mound. He sat up and pulled her to him so that she could sit on his lap. He had to have her closer, right then and there. Forget trying to play it all out like one of those old romance movies.

Her long black hair was pinned up with a black-and-rhinestone hair clip, which provided a perfect opportunity for him to kiss her on the neck. He then reached around and cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. By the time he got around to playing with her nipples, she rolled her neck back, wishing that he would move faster and take it to the next level. And just when the thought crossed her mind, he slid his fingers into her moist vagina. His fingers moved around her clit so deftly, she was sure that at one time in his life he must have played a piano or some other instrument that took great digital dexterity. Isis breathed deeply and her body began to quiver. She moaned as his fingers rubbed in a circular motion, dipping in and out of her canal.

“Ooohhh, that feels sooo good,” she moaned.

Feeling her juices made him hunger for the taste of them. Licking his lips, he turned her onto her back and kissed her inner thighs before he buried his face in that magical place. He parted her lips and lapped the sweet-tasting nectar dripping down her legs. She could feel her body shaking and knew that she was about to climax. He loved the fact that she had no control of her actions. Her body was in overdrive. She balled her fists and locked her legs around Logic’s neck, using his face as her personal fuck toy.

Both of them were drunk with lust, but the Ecstasy had Isis so hot that she wanted to taste him. She wanted to share with him the exhilarating feeling that she was experiencing. He had an urgent desire to explore her insides with another part of his body. She decided that she would succumb to his desires. She would put hers on hold.

Isis discarded her sexy lingerie. It made a puddle of silk at the side of the bed. They emitted a heat from their bodies that was indescribable. Now that Logic was released from her headlock, he guided his shaft toward her shaved pussy. He entered her without a condom, and she didn’t object.

The E was in his system and he was laying dick to her like a madman, stretching her vagina to its limits. She gyrated her hips and threw her pussy back at him like the destiny of the world depended on whether she made him come or not.

All five of the CDs in the disc changer had played; no music crooned from the speakers. The only music to be heard was the moans and grunts coming from the two of them. His balls smacking against her butt because of his intense thrusting created a rhythm to their duet. Ashford & Simpson, Method Man and Mary, and Peaches & Herb combined ain’t had shit on the harmony of Logic and Isis. When he glanced at the sweat rolling down her beautiful face and settling on her lip, it made him dig deeper and go harder until she screamed, “Lord knows, Daddy, I’m coming…I’m coming home to you, baby.”

After the best sex Isis had ever had in her life, she went to the bathroom to take another shower. Logic had turned on the radio; she began to sing every song that came on it while the water pounded against her skin. Once she finished washing up, she got out and dried off; she got a thick washcloth and soaped it up real good, and then headed over to the bed, where Logic was lying on his back with a rock-hard dick still in his hand, ready for round two. She thoroughly washed him up, causing the soap smell on his dick to mingle with the strong sex smell that was already lingering in the condo.
Goddamn, I must be high,
she thought, as the fresh soap scent started pulling her closer and closer to his dick. She was drawn to the dick like metal to a magnet. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her hand around the base of his dick with one hand and cup his balls in her other as her head bobbed up and down on his prize. The blowjob she was giving him had Logic seeing colors: blues, reds, greens, and yellows.