Yellow Ghost: La Femme Selita Prequel (10 page)

“Ohhhhh.” Spilled from his lips as he tried to hold in his groans.

I was slightly startled when I felt his hand grab a chunk of my hair. He twisted my locs in his palm. He guided me off his dick by pulling my hair.

I moaned when I was completely off of him. He was so close to coming. Why did he do that?

“Stand up!” He ordered and released the grip on my hair. He grabbed my jaw with one hand and pulled me to standing. “You like this?”

“I like you.”

Jeremy pulled my face to him. He pushed my lips to his and kissed me hard. I closed my eyes and he guided my tongue in a fierce dance. He released my jaw and wrapped his hands around my throat. He was always assertive but now he was relentless. He probed inside my mouth and applied pressure to my neck. I tried to climb inside him as he kissed me with no reservations. He was in control. He had turned the tables. My arms didn’t work when I tried to get them to move.

Jeremy quickly spun me around then shoved me hard into the wall. He latched onto my back. He quickly pulled my skirt up and snatched my panties down. He was deep inside me with ease. His hand snaked around my waist as he rammed his solid dick inside me hard and fast. I was forced on my tiptoes as his rapid movements made me climb the wall.

His other hand grabbed at my breast. He gripped it hard and the pain surged through me. What is he doing? I pushed back on him.

“No, I’m fucking you today.” He slammed my body back against the wall with his dick still inside me. He pumped inside me as my skin melted into the wall’s painted. My cheek rubbed the wall as he rammed me hard and fast.

My insides throbbed as I came closer to my peak. Jeremy grabbed my leg at the knee and pulled it up. He could push his dick deeper inside me this way and he did. My knee burned as it rubbed and hit the wall. It felt the burn but the threat of my impeding orgasm was enough to numb me.

“You like this don’t you?” He blew his words through my wet and tangled hair.

“Yessssss!” I screamed through my continuous moans. My pussy contracted around the fullness of his dick. My hands balled into fist as they rested on the wall.

“You like it rough?”

“Yessssss!” I had taken enough. I couldn’t last any longer. “Ahhhhh! I hummed as my body exploded and my orgasm seeped out of me.

“Shit!” Jeremy pumped all his cum inside me. I felt the warm juice fill my insides and seep down the inside of my thigh. He bit down on the skin of my shoulder. He released my raised knee. We stood there a moment with his dick lodged down inside me. I stayed on my tiptoes and waited as he slowly inched his dick out of hole.

I hesitated to turn around. When I did, Jeremy had already pulled his sweats up.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Well my knee is probably bruised but I won’t mention that.

“Let’s just shower.” He ran his hands through his hair. “And go to bed.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed my suitcase and carried it up the stairs. I followed him. We showered together. I soon fell asleep and was awakened with Jeremy massaging my ass cheeks with his tongue.

I was tire from the flight but I was completely alert when he licked me deep inside my crack. I felt like a virgin all over again. This had never happened between us. He never ventured in that area. He made sure to loosen me up with his hands. He moistened me up with his mouth. He took his time and worked himself inside my last virgin hole. Now I have been taken in all my sacred places and it felt more than good.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a new appreciation for Mr. Cavil’s skills in the bedroom.

I woke up the next morning and something seemed to be off. Jeremy sexed me good so it wasn’t that. It was just a weird feeling I had. I owed Jeremy a big breakfast after I laid all that information on him. He seemed to take it okay. He hadn’t mentioned it at all. We both went downstairs and that’s when I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach.

“Shhhhhh.” I said to Jeremy as we stepped off the bottom step to the first floor of the house.

I tiptoed through the hallway. At the entryway was a black duffle bag. I reached under the end table and pulled my gun that was strapped underneath. I raised the loaded gun and didn’t bother to look back at Jeremy. I crept into the kitchen. Jeremy was behind me. I could feel him.

There was a man sitting in my kitchen. He was casually sitting at my table. He had a gun on the table but it wasn’t in his hand.

“Who the fuck are you!” I had my 9mm pointed at the stranger, a dark brown black man with a smooth baldhead. I didn’t know him.

“I’m Frank. Your new bodyguard.”

“What the fuck?”

“Mr. Dragon sent me to assist you. There may be a threat.”

“You better spit a password out before I blow your fucking head off your shoulders.”

“Confetti.” He calmly stated.

I lowered my weapon. “A threat. I’m away at college. No one even knows I’m here.”

“Yeah but you never know. I’m going to follow my instructions.”

“Bullshit I want you out of my house.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You could shoot me if you like. He’s not going to send a replacement. Dragon will make you come home.”

“Selita who is this guy?” Jeremy asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine. He claims he’s my bodyguard. This is bullshit. I have never had a bodyguard while I was away. No one even knows who I am. Why now?”

“You know why?”

“No Frank, tell me why?”

“You let that mark kick your ass.”

“He didn’t kick my ass. What’s the big deal? I’m still alive.”

“Mr. Dragon thinks you were being reckless. I’m supposed to keep an eye on you. Make sure you behave.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Look Selita your father didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” He tilted his baldhead and raised a curious brow. “I don’t think he knows about this old guy.”

Bastard! “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“Well I’m supposed to keep him updated on your comings and goings and maybe who you’re coming with.”

“Fuck you. That’s not funny.”

Frank smirked. “I really don’t care who this civilian is. I just want to do the job I was hired to do.”

I turned to look at Jeremy. He was a shirtless statue in gray sweatpants. I hope this doesn’t make him run away.

“Frank, what are you Special Ops?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Just keep your damn mouth shut and stay out of my way. I will stay out of yours.”

“Sounds good to me. I work for you.”

“But my dad pays you?” My of my hands perched unto my hip.

“Yep.”

I had given up my protest. What was the point?

“So Lita who’s the old guy?”

I turned to look at Jeremy. “He’s my college professor. His name is Jeremy.”

“He doesn’t have a last name.”

I smirked. “That’s none of your business. He sort of lives here and you don’t have to tell my father about him.”

“Cool, as long we have an understanding.”

“Whatever.”

“So what does he know about you and Mr. Dragon?”

“The bare minimum until you barged in here. Was there something wrong with knocking on the front door?”

“It was too easy to break in here. You don’t have any surveillance cameras. There are unlocked windows everywhere.”

“It doesn’t matter. Know one even knows I’m here. I’m safe here.”

“You are nothing like your father described. What was that mess you left in Commerce?”

“It was hardly I mess. There was a little blood. I cleaned it up. I wanted to take him down with a fight.”

“You weigh nothing. Look at your face. He almost killed you.”

“No black Rambo he didn’t almost kill me.”

“You like to fight?”

“Yeah.”

“You come spar with me. No unnecessary risks.”

“Fine, whatever. Could you put your gun away? You’re scaring my--”

“Boyfriend.” Frank completed my sentence.

“Yes that. How did you get here?”

“I drove here. I have too many weapons for a plane. I need a room. I need sleep.” Frank stood.

“You can have the basement. It’s finished.”

“Yeah I like it down there.”

“You’ve been down there.”

“I’ve been through the entire house.”

“Aren’t you a sneaky bodyguard?”

“Lita, what happened to Percy?” He asked.

Why did he ask me such a random question and why did he call me Lita. That’s not my name. “What do you know about Percy?”

“Not much. I know he was once your bodyguard. I know he is ghost. I know I got asked a lot of odd questions before I was assigned to you.”

“Yeah well Percy was an asshole. I thought he was a bit strange but he was a real asshole.”

“What happened?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care. I had heard some things about him. I never liked the guy. I just wondered if my suspicions were true.”

“Did you suspect he was a rapist? Yes well he was.” The name Percy enraged me but I was able to keep it together in front of Jeremy.

“You’re the one that killed him.”

“Yes but I didn’t have a choice. He tried to rape me. He was a jerk. I think he thought I was sexually active. For the record Jeremy is my first.” I don’t know why I disclosed that information. That’s not like me to spill my guts. “Percy was always flashing me and saying vulgar things. There was no way I was going to go complaining to my father. I thought I could handle it. I thought he would get over himself. I thought he would just stop one day. You know just get tired and move on to harassing some other teenager.”

“Not likely from what I knew about him.”

“We were making pickups and drops. He forced me into this bathroom and tried to rape me. I slit his throat with the blade I carried to school everyday.”

“That explains his mysterious disappearance.”

“Well it was either him or me.”

“I guess it was him.”

“It will never be me.”

“His body floated up to the surface. You didn’t weigh it down good enough. I took care of it.”

All the info he gave me hit me hard. Was I supposed to thank him? He worked for my father so that means my Father knows about Percy. He didn’t mention it when I was home. I looked over at Jeremy and he looked like he was going to fall over at any moment.

Frank stood. He removed his gun from the kitchen table. It was an impressive piece. He walked by Jeremy and me and headed toward the basement. I was shocked. Who the hell does he think he is? He comes in here and just spills all this stuff on me.

Jeremy’s face was filled with an expression I had never seen before. I was going to have to fuck the shit out of him to get him to get over this huge deal. I just want things to go back to normal. Why did L.A. follow my back to Harvard? UGH!!!!!

My Father had summoned my shadow and me back to L.A. Frank wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t the pain in the ass I thought he would be. He was kind of cool. He reported by to Father my comings and goings in Boston but he wasn’t a snitch.

I had no idea Father’s reasons for the calling me home. Something told me it would be more than a friendly father daughter visit. Since he never brought up the Percy incident I was sure it had to be something else. Maybe he had a job for me. I made a detour into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Mai Ling always made extras. I missed her cooking. I learned to make some of her dishes but she was a far better cook than I will ever be. I missed lunch but there would be something for me to snack on.

I showed up early so Father wouldn’t send a search party for me. He had this thing with knowing my whereabouts. He had eased up a bit since he had Frank living with me. Maybe Father wanted to discuss my birthday. I hoped he wouldn’t do anything special or extravagant. He knows I don’t like any extra attention.

I finished up in the kitchen and went into my Father’s study. He was deep into some papers that were sprawled out atop his massive desk. I remained me of the first time I walked into his office at the now defunct Fantasy FunClub.

“Selita.” He said as soon as he saw me. His thin lips twisted into a smile. He stood and I rushed over to him almost knocking him off his feet.

“Father.” I said as he wrapped his slender arms around me. He held me in the warmest embrace.

“Please have a seat.” He walked back behind his desk. He lowered himself back into the chair he had vacated.

“Oh Father do I have to sit? Is it that bad?” I rolled my eyes. I was bratty.

“Stop with the dramatics and have a seat.”

“Why?” I couldn’t hide my boredom. I hoped this wasn’t some lecture or long drawn out speech about life.

“I want to tell you a story.”

Oh god another long monotonous story mixed in with a Japanese proverb. “A story, how delightful.” I faked a smile. “What will this story be about?”