|Ch. 2|

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"Is there a reason you don't want me to stay the night here?"

Zhari sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. "Fitz, we've had this conversation many times before."

"I know, but you always give short answers."

She looked at him over her shoulder.

"You knew what this was when we started seeing each other. If you want to go back on what we agreed on, then feel free to leave." She stated as she pushed to her feet. "As much as I like our time together, I don't have time for a relationship right now. What we have is simple and less complicated. If you start spending the night, it will only complicate things."

"Would it really be that bad?"

She nodded. "Yes. Now, come on and get dressed. I'm off today and I have plans."

He sighed but climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes. He was dressed and ready to head out in less than ten minutes just as she was. He walked in behind her as she pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail and wrapped her arms around her middle and pulled her back against him.

"I'm miss being inside you already."

Zhari smiled. "It's only been ten minutes."

He started to kiss her neck. "Ten minutes is far to long to be out of that pussy."

With the shake of her head, Zhari turned around in his arms. "You've gone longer. Now, lets go. I'm meeting Georgia at her place so we can go shopping for her a dress."

Once they were out of the house, they went their separate ways. Zhari climbed into her impala and headed towards Georgia's but not before she stopped at Starbucks. She needed something to wake her all the way up, so she'd walked into the busy café and ordered a large caramel macchiato with an extra shot of expresso.

"Ms. Jameson, your caramel macchiato is ready."

With a smile, she picked up her macchiato and walked out of the café to her car. Just as she was about to open the door, two men dressed in black suits, who looked like they lived in a gym, approached her.

"Excuse me, but please get out of my way." She said.

"Ms. Jameson, you need to come with us. Mr. Facinelli wants a word with you."

"I don't give a damn what your boss wants, I'm not going anywhere with you two puppets."

"Ms. Jameson, please, don't make this harder on yourself." Said the one on the left with dark sandy hair.

"No, don't make this harder on yourselves. Your boss and I have nothing to talk about. So, you can tell him to go straight to hell." She spat.

The two men shared a look before they stepped closer and reached for her. Before they could grab her, Zhari kicked one of them in the balls and punched the other one in the throat. "You came for the wrong one, assholes!" she spat before kneeing, the one she kicked in the balls, in the nose. His nose started to bleed instantly.

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind by the other asshole and pulled away from the bleeding one. She struggled against him, but he was not letting go. So, with a big breath she stomped on his foot, hard, and then threw her head back. He groaned and he let her go. She went to turn around and jump on his ass, but the feel of a gun pressed into her side stopped her.

"That is enough, Ms. Jameson."

"Either you shoot me or get that fucking gun out of my side." She hissed.

"Let's go, Ms. Jameson, now."

Zhari fought them the entire ride to Chase Facinelli's place. She even went as far as to reach into the front of the car and grab the steering wheel, almost crashing them into another car. She slapped, punched and pulled all the way there until they were outside his mansion. She watched them climb out of the car and walk around to the side she was on and both reach inside to grab her. She slapped one and punched the other but still they did not stop them from damn near dragging her into the mansion, through the foyer and into an office off to the right just passed the foyer.

"Ms. Jameson, Mr. Facinelli." They roughed up guards said.

She watched Chase look up from his laptop and his eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding and beat up guards. "What the fuck happened to you two?"

"Why don't I show you." Zhari asked with an annoyed smile.

Chase smiled at her and waved for them to leave him with her. "Ms. Jameson, thank you for coming to see me."

"I'm sure you can tell by your fucked-up guards that it was not voluntarily." She spat.

He nodded.

"Yes, I could tell."

"Why the hell am I here, Chase?"

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day at the restaurant." He replied.

"What about it?" she spat.

"You were very rude to me and you owe me an apology." Came an annoyingly familiar voice. "No one talks to me like that."

Zhari rolled her eyes as Mrs. Facinelli walked past her to stand next to her husband. "You'll be burning in hell before you get that apology, so you mind as well give up on that dream now, sweetheart."

"You have to be on drugs to be talking to me like that in front of my husband."

"If the drug in question is 'Fuck You and Miss Me with That Bullshit' then you are right." Zhari stated. "If you want my respect you have to earn it. You think because you are the wife of a mobster that respect is a given – wrong."

"Kelly, please, leave us." Chase ordered her, his eyes never leaving Zhari.

"No, Kelly, you can stay right where you are. Your husband and I are done here." Zhari said and turned to leave.

"Don't you move." Chase bellowed loudly. "Kelly, leave!"

Kelly was out of the room before Zhari even turned around. Squaring her shoulders, Zhari turned around and started looking around the room. She looks behind the curtains, the door, on the die of the bookshelf. Everywhere.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She turned to him and crossed the room to stand before him. "I'm looking for the poor bastard you think you're talking to. I am not one of your guards, or you bitch of a wife, Mr. Facinelli. You don't scare me, not in the slightest."

Chase stared down at her. He found her amusing and sexy and that made his dick harder than it's been in a very long time.

"I have to agree with my wife. No one gets away with what you did, how you treated her, the other day." He said with a smile on his lips.

"You shouldn't have married such a self-entitled bitch."

"I could have you killed for that." He stated as he stepped closer to her.

Zhari stood her ground.

"You can try, but you better believe I won't go without one hell of a fight." She spat.

He stared at her for a long moment before he leaned in closer until his lips were only inches from hers. "You intrigue me, Ms. Jameson. I've never met a man, or woman, who didn't cower at my feet. Or who was brave enough, or just plain stupid, to talk to my wife they way you just did."

"Okay. Can I go now?"

"I want to see more of you, Ms. Jameson."

"Sorry, but I'm busy...for the rest of my life."

He chuckled,

"I can't wait to learn more about you."

Zhari rolled her eyes.

"Wait on it, asshole. Now, you can either let me leave or I will start tearing shit up and I'm sure you have some priceless shit in here."

"You're free to leave."

She was out of his face and headed towards the door before he could utter another word.

"This won't be the last time you see me, Ms. Jameson. I always get what I want." He stated loud enough for her to hear.

She lifted her hand and flipped him off.

"Not this time, dickhead." 

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