Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Monroe's POV: Watchful eye

Phone call:

“Are you in position?”

“Yes sir. I'm currently outside her complex. Our Intel tells me that she leaves for work between the times of 7-8 am. I haven't seen any movement yet, but I'll keep you updated.”

“Good, Troy. Let me know as soon as she's on the move.”

End of call.

I hung up my phone and turned away from the corner I excused myself to. I had already put my men on Lil Vine the moment I was made aware of her again. I wouldn't move in on her yet, there's still a few things I need to situate first. I sat back down in my seat and continued with the meeting.

“Alright, fellas. What seems to be the issue?”

One of the men in the room stood to report to me.

“Mr.Monroe, it looks as if we've hit a snag.”

“A snag?”

“Yes. A new player has entered into the bid and had out bid us last minute. You were unmatched for over a week. Once the bid was about to close, he came through and snatched it.”

He bowed his head to me, and I frowned.

“How is it possible for me to be out bid? Did I not give you 5 million for the drive?”

I spoke with a little more aggression in my voice, becoming irritated with the situation. The man began to stutter.

“Ye- Yes sir, you did. But he put up 10 million and by that point it was already too late.”

“There is no such thing as being late. It just means you weren't prepared. I

Am I correct?”

He dipped his head lower, in fear of what I may do. I sighed and cleared my throat.

“What was the name?”

The man popped his head up, surprised to still be alive.

“Excuse me.”

“If you continue to act deaf, I will be sure death follows. Do not keep making me repeat myself. WHAT. IS. HIS. NAME.”

The guy jumped and ran his fingers through some papers before pulling out a piece of paper.

“The bidder's name is Zane.”

I sat silently trying to figure out if I heard that name recently or at all or not. Nothing came to me.

“Do some research and find out who this person is. Have any of you come across that name before in previous bids or auction houses?”

Everyone shook their head no, which was even more strange. My men are no slouches, so this mystery man had to be new or just now deciding to make his presence known.

“Be seated. We have made a new discovery because of your blunder. Zane has saved you… this time. Do not make it a second.”

“Yes sir!”

As the man sat down, we continued on with the rest of the meeting. I continuously glanced down at my phone to see if and when I'd be contacted by Troy again. It was going on 9, and she still hasn't left her home. The meeting came to a close, and I wrapped things up by handing out a few orders and assignments when Troy messaged me, saying she still hasn't left and I was becoming impatient. I slammed my fist down when I saw it was 10 am and still no sign of her. Did someone fail to do their job to keep track of her? Where was she? Everyone in the room jumped from my sudden anger.

“This meeting is over. Leave.”

Without a word, everyone left. I stood and walked to the window in the room, about to call him, when he messaged me pictures of her exiting her building, my anger subsided. She had her beautiful coils pulled back in a low ponytail with a few scraggly pieces that framed her face. Her glasses hid her beautiful golden brown eyes, but it could never hide her beauty. She wore a tan turtleneck fitted shirt, black slim pants, and black and tan flats. Finally able to see her this close, I was able to admire her figure. She had wide hips and deliciously thick thighs to match. Her tan shirt was tucked into her pants, which showed she had a stomach, but her luscious breast outweighed it. Personally, I don't mind a woman with a little extra to hold on to. Just these few photos reminded me of just how gorgeous her mother was because she inherited so much of her. It's almost as if she's a carbon copy of her mother.

“Nielle”

I whispered out a name I hadn't spoken in years for fear of conjuring up those ghost-like emotions I swore I'd never feel again. But as I glanced at the photos that I held in front of me on my phone, I realized I've been given another chance. I messaged back, saying to stay with her. I swiped my thumb across my screen, entranced with the being in front of me.

“Soon. I will get my ever after.”

Later that day…

I received constant updates on her whereabouts. She didn't go to her job at Silver Lining. Instead, she went to B&M Tech. None of that was surprising, considering that they've started a new partnership with her job. What was surprising was the man that entered alone but left with Divinity. I messaged Troy.

Phone messages:

Me: Who's that man with her? Does he work for B&M?

Troy: I'm not sure yet, but I'm gonna assume no. I sent in his photo to our tech guy, and he'll update me with who he is in about another 10 minutes.

Me: OK.

10 mins later…

Troy: He is Damien's uncle. His name is Lemont Dickens. He is a gallerist. He is renowned for his many art exhibitions and the many galleries he has throughout the U.S. He'll be moving some exhibits to Europe within the year.

Me: Do you know why he'd meet with his nephew or why he'd meet with Divinity?

Troy: I don't have that information just yet, but I will find out.

Me: OK. Good work. Continue on.

End of messages.

I pondered the idea of whether it was a coincidence or if there's a reason as to why both Divinity and Damien's uncle were both called to B&M at the same time. We've had men watching over that company for a while, and we've hardly ever seen his uncle enter that place. I wondered what they had going on. I was told she went back home after the meeting at B&M. That, too, was strange. Something’s not sitting right. Not only did she not go to work on her regular schedule, she went to a different company and seemingly spoke with someone who doesn't have any real ties to that company or the work that she does. Now she's back home before 1pm.

What do you have going on, little one?

Friday…

I was in my home resting on my couch. I had background music on, sipped on some wine as I watched my Lil Vine out on a date. It took everything in me not to go down there and snatched her up and away from Damien, but patience is key. I had Troy tag her all week. She went back to work Thursday and did her usual routine, and today was the same, except she went out. Troy saw her waiting outside and called me.

Phone call:

“What is it?”

“I think she may be going on a date.”

I damn near crushed my phone in my hand, but I quickly got my temperament under control.

“Call Cy and tell her to meet you at whatever place they are going. I'll call that restaurant and get yourself a table close to them. I want to see the entire date from beginning to end, up until he leaves.”

“And if he doesn't leave?”

If his ass was in front of me, I probably would've shot him in the face.

“Do not ever say that again. If he doesn't, keep watch. He better pray that he does.”

“Yes sir.”

End of call.

I hung up, and Troy immediately switched to surveillance. Luckily, he keeps a change of clothes for situations like this, so wherever they go, he won't stick out like a sore thumb. He had a button size camera on his shirt. I pulled out my laptop, placed it on my coffee table, and awaited the show.

There she was. Absolutely stunning. She wore a wine red off the shoulder dress that hugged her body just right. Her breast peaked out the top, and her legs stood out amongst the red of her dress and shoes. Although she wore a light jacket that she wore on top of her dress, it did nothing to hide her figure. Her skin sparkled underneath the cool lighting of the city lights, and my eyes were drawn to her plump, juicy, and full lips. My pants began to tighten around my groin the longer I stared at her. Troy was parked across the street from her complex. He turned to face her head on so that I wouldn't have an obstruction of view. He was in a mid-size Sedan with tinted windows, so the car wouldn't stand out, and no one could see in the vehicle. Troy messaged me, saying Cy was readying herself to meet him where he would go, and 5 minutes later, the man of the evening pulled up. The man that would be taking my Vine on a date was no other than Damien. I smiled. I was surprised because I thought she would go out with Rahpael. I remember Olivia spoke about how they went to a ball together and how he was all over her, but she also mentioned Damien being the same way. I didn't think Raphael would relinquish her so easily.

Interesting.

He pulled up in a Cadillac Escalade. I watched as he moved around his car to reach her. The way he gazed down at her reminded me of the longing gazes I would constantly watch Ni with. Troy followed the couple to an Italian restaurant down center city called La Fourtuna. They exited the car and headed inside. Troy pulled up behind them and headed inside as well, while I spoke on the phone with the owner and immediately got a seat for Troy and Cy. He entered and sat down adjacent to the happy couple. Troy sat facing Divinity. Her bright smile brightened the room. Troy was far enough from their table for us to have a wide scope of her surroundings. They sat on a platform in a two chair table, while Troy sat below the platform. Her legs were visible to me. I eyed her up and down, starting from her legs. She had them crossed, exposing her bottom upper thighs. Her hips protruded outward as she leaned forward, causing her breast to be squeezed and pressed upward. She folded her arms on the table and smiled as she spoke to Damien. I completely zoned out and focused solely on her. The tightness in pants began to become unbearable. I unlooped my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid the zipper down. I started to caress my hard on through my silk boxers. She shifted and uncrossed her legs to switch positions so that her back leaned against the redish brick wall. I was so focused on her that I didn't even realize when Cy showed up. My phone dinged. I glanced down and saw Troy messaged me about Cy and chose not to respond. Divinity bent down to rub her leg, and I almost lost it immediately. She looked up, and it felt as if she stared straight at me. My heart stopped and I pulled my boxers down. My c**k shot straight out. It throbbed and precum oozed down my shaft. I rubbed my thumb against the tip and I groaned almost ready to burst. I began to pump slowly, fully concentrating on my Lil Vine. Her smile, her eyes, full lips, juicy breast, all of it, it all screams out to me and pulls for me to be closer, to taste her. My imagination ran wild thinking of the many sounds she'll make when I'm deep in her. How she'll sit on my face so that I can devour her and taste her delicious nectar, or how she'd look up at me when I'm driving my d**k in and out of her mouth. I picked up the pace and no sooner than I began I finished and exploded. Spuirt after spuirt shot out of me. It was so strong my eyes shut tight and my leg shook. I groaned out. Once I came down from my high, I sat back and breathed heavily. Once I got my barrings, I was on my way up to go use the restroom when a voice came through the video. I stopped and looked back down at my laptop, and two bodies came into view. I smiled.

“Well, would you look at that.”

I spoke aloud as I watched the new show unfold before me. Olivia and one of her friends showed up to their date. I chuckled darkly.

Well, well, well. Let the games begin.