When Love Calls (Chapter Five)

QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT    
New York, New York  
    
Zaniyah pulled her father’s Royce Rolls in front of Marcus’ private warehouse loft. She rested the engine and withdrew the key. She looked down and noticed she did not snap her seatbelt.    
   
“I will make sure I give him a piece of my mind, and then I’m on my way.”    
   
Zaniyah looked down at the red Vera Wang gown Martinez let her borrow for the evening. This was the first time she felt like a child. Wearing someone else’s clothing all because, she was not grown enough to stand up to her domineering father. Thank goodness Martinez covered for her after her father called her and harshly inquired who she will associating herself with for the evening. She rested her head against the headrest.    
   
Was this shit really worth sneaking around? She should just start the car and continue to drive, never look back once she gets to a location, she dared not divulge to anyone, especially her father.    
   
Zaniyah sat up and opened the door. She grabbed her purse from off the passenger seat, stepped out the vehicle, and pushed the door close. Zaniyah looked around the warehouse that housed Marcus’ loft.
    
The skyline of Manhattan engaged your vison. The Hudson River stood its premise a stone threw away. She pressed in the intercom button.    
   
Marcus discounted knotting his black silk tie. He walked out his bedroom, descended the stairwell, and walked over to the door. He pressed in the door intercom.    
   
“Yeah.”    
“Hi, it’s Zaniyah, I was on my way out, and...and I had to stop over and get my purse.”    
   
Marcus smiled.    
   
“Is that the only thing you stopped over for?”    
“Yes.”    
   
Marcus palmed his goatee down.    
   
“Would you like me to bring it down to you?”    
“It doesn’t matter, and I assume everything is still in it.”    
   
Zaniyah head the door buzz.    
   
Thank you she thought.    
   
She reached downward and grasp the silver door handle. She pulled the door open, entered the warehouse building, and walked to the freight elevator.    
   
Marcus lifted his wallet from off the dresser and placed it in the back pants pocket of his black Armani double-breasted tailored suit. He lifted the tickets to the ballet and walked out his bedroom. He walked down the stairwell.    
   
His doorbell rang    
   
Marcus walked over to the couch. He lifted a cushion, lifted his weapon, and placed it behind the waistband of his pants.    
   
Just in case Mr. Delaro’s goons tail his vehicle again he thought.  
   
Marcus looked down at the other weapon. He will make sure he runs ballistics tomorrow. He reassembled the cushion. He strolled over to the door; he placed the tickets down on a bamboo table near the entry door. He unlocked his door and opened it. His eyes traveled up the slit to the side of Zaniyah’s gown; giving him full access to a toned thigh up to her curvilinear hips, which the gown hugged without effort. Her bosom spilled over the tight bodice. He never would have imaged her hair swept up in a bun worn on top of her head, with tendrils of hair hanging down her back and tendrils at her temple will turn him on. His eyes dropped down to her polished toes peeking out a pair of golden colored stilettoes sandals. He hooked her eyes.    
   
“You look stunning. Would you like to come in?”    
“Only for a minute, I was on my way out for the evening.”    
“Well, as you could see, I was also. Oh, you’re here for your purse.”    
“Yes, and... I really do not appreciate you labeling me as a child, or a whore for that matter.”    
   
Marcus looked down at Zaniyah’s breast nipples.    
   
God, she looked sexy in red he thought.    
   
“Are you listening to me?”    
“Yes, now it’s time you listen to me.”    
   
Marcus linked his arms around Zaniyah’s waist and pulled her into his arms. He bent his head down and arrested her lips. His palms journeyed up and down her back.    
   
“Umm,” Zaniyah moaned.    
   
She gathered her arms around Marcus’ neck and sunk into the emotion of his lips governing hers; his mouth taking total possession of hers.    
   
Marcus pulled Zaniyah closer, barring her to his body; he kissed the side of her neck. He nuzzled under her earlobe.    
   
“You smell so good.”    
   
He inched his face back and looked down into her eyes.    
   
“I will never look upon you, other than my beautiful woman.”    
   
Marcus leaned his face down and quickly kissed Zaniyah on her lips again. He pulled her against his body.    
   
“Are you ready beautiful?” Marcus removed one of his arms from around Zaniyah’s waist and looked down at his Rolex. “The ballet starts in an hour.”    
“How did you know I will be joining you this evening?”    
“I didn’t. I assumed the beautiful woman is feeling this as I am.”    
“She is.”    
   
Marcus dipped his face as Zaniyah lifted hers.    
   
Their lips met.    
   
Marcus kissed Zaniyah’s cheek. His lips danced across her cheek. He whispered in her ear, “You look quite sexy wearing my favorite, color; therefore, do not leave my side this evening.” He funneled his tongue inside her ear canal.    
   
Zaniyah’s body shivered. She held onto Marcus’ waist tighter. She felt the weapon at his back.    
   
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”    
   
Marcus inched back.  He stroked Zaniyah’s cheek. He lifted the tickets from off the table and placed them in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He lifted his car keys, and then opened the door for Zaniyah.    
   
“Thank you.”    
“That, you will always be beneath theory will be put to the test much later on.”    
   
Marcus winked at Zaniyah, causing her to blush.    
   
Zaniyah walked out. Marcus pulled the door close.    
   
Both walked to the freight elevator.    
   
DAVID H. KOCH THEATER    
New York City Ballet New York City Opera    
New York, New York    
   
Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s back and led her to a private viewing box.    
Both took their seat in a cushioned red chair.    
   
“These are excellent seats.”    
Zaniyah leaned over and kissed Marcus on his lips.    
“Anything for you.”    
   
Marcus caressed her cheek.    
   
“Could I ask you something?”    
“Yes.”    
“Why do you carry a weapon?”    
Shit, she just had to ask, dammit Marcus silently fumed.    
“It’s required in my line of business.”    
“Mind me asking, but what is your line of business.”    
   
Marcus turned from not having to face Zaniyah. He looked down at the symphony getting prepared for the opening night performance.    
He pivoted to face Zaniyah. He palmed her hands in his.    
   
“Zaniyah, I’m a Federal Agent.”    
   
Zaniyah snatched her hands away from Marcus.    
   
“A Federal Agent. And all this time I thought you were a doorman. Are you investigating my family and using me as bait?”    
   
Marcus added nothing.    
   
“I be damn, you are.”    
“Zaniyah it’s not like that.”    
“Then dammit how is it,” she hissed.    
   
Attendees were starting to look over in their direction.    
   
The lights dimmed. The symphony began to play. The curtains lifted.    
   
“We will discuss this during intermission, okay.”    
   
Marcus reached out for Zaniyah’s hand.    
   
Zaniyah pushed Marcus’ hand away.    
   
Marcus looked around to see if anyone witness their interaction. He looked over at Zaniyah.    
   
Shit, he wanted her. He now wished he withheld the identity of his profession.    
   
Marcus draped his arm around the back of Zaniyah’s chair. His fingertips self-consciously rubbed up and down her bare arm.    
   
Zaniyah looked over at Marcus. She noticed his vision remained watching the performance.    
   
I guess I can allow him to touch me, because after tonight that’s it for this and for us she thought.    
   
Of all the men she has passed up on, a damn federal agent, who has the authority to bring her family down at the snap of his finger. Unless.    
   
Zaniyah’s mind moved seconds ahead of her heart. She smiled and relaxed against the cushion of her seat.    
   
Marcus pulled Zaniyah closer to his body.    
   
Zaniyah’s body submitted.    
   
TWO HOURS LATER    
Intermission    
   
Marcus and Zaniyah stood.    
   
Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s back. His hand slid downward; he gently squeezed her buttocks, and then rubbed over them. He took a deep breath.    
   
Marcus escorted Zaniyah into the reception area.    
   
“Would you like me to escort you home?”    
“I would like something to drink, please.”    
“I will be right back. You will be here.”    
“I did assure you I will not leave your side.”    
“You did tell me that, and I’m holding you beautiful woman to your word.    
   
Marcus strolled away from Zaniyah.    
   
SAND POINT    
Long Island, New York    
   
Mr. Delaro reached over and lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle. He dialed Zaniyah’s Blackberry he had Tango purchase for her before he allowed her to leave his residence. He placed it up to his ear.    
   
DAVID H. KOCH THEATER    
New York City Ballet New York City Opera    
New York, New York    
   
Zaniyah felt her Blackberry vibrating through her purse. She opened it and dug inside her clutch purse. She located her Blackberry, slid it open, and looked down at the caller’s number.    
   
“Dammit.”    
   
She looked around the congested reception hall.    
   
Zaniyah rushed to the bathroom. She felt her Blackberry continue to vibrate in her purse. She rushed over to the ladies’ restroom, pushed the door open, and entered.    
   
Marcus returned where he left Zaniyah. He looked around. He noticed several woman wearing the color red, but no one who looks captivating in that worn color, other than Zaniyah.    
   
“Fuck.”    
   
He knew it was gamble for her to wait for him.    
   
Marcus walked over to the bar. He slammed the glass of champagne and his glass of Remy on the bar-top. He strolled to the exit door, opened it, and stormed out the David Koch Theater.    
   
“Father, I am having a fabulous time.”    
“Where are you?”    
“If you must know. The girls and I are at the movies, and father, I cannot talk too loudly.”    
“Which movie theater.”    
“Father, I have to go, the movie is starting. I love you.”    
   
Zaniyah slid her Blackberry close. She walked to the door, opened it, and walked out the ladies’ restroom.    
Zaniyah waited for Marcus to return from the bar.    
   
Intermission was over. Patrons were starting to reenter the Theater Hall.    
   
“He left me, and with no transportation, dammit.”    
   
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT    
New York, New York    
   
Marcus entered his loft and slammed the door close. He removed his suit jacket, and then loosened his tie. He walked over to his couch and threw the clothing items down. He marched over to the bar and lifted a glass.    
   
“Fuck it.”    
   
He lifted the Decanter of Brandy, uncapped the stopper, and took a healthy swig. He slammed the Decanter down on the bar-top.    
   
“Damn I should have used those tickets on a willing female, and not a pampered ungrateful bitch.”    
   
Marcus lifted the Decanter and took another swig. He placed the Decanter back down on the bar-top and unbuttoned his shit. He took it off and tossed it over the bar-top. He lifted the Decanter and walked in the direction of his stairwell; he ascended the first step.    
   
Marcus entered his bedroom. He placed the bottle down on his dresser and removed the weapon from out the back waistband of his pants. He placed it on the dresser. He looked down at his FBI shield. He wanted a real relationship and the thought of him married to a badge frightened his ego.    
   
“Oh, fuck her, it’s her loss, not mine.”    
   
He walked into the bathroom.    
   
The taxicab driver pulled in front of Marcus’ warehouse building. The taxicab driver pressed in the fare meter.    
   
“Ma’am that would be forty dollars.”    
   
Zaniyah opened her purse, and then opened her wallet. She took out a fifty dollar bill and closed her wallet back. She handed the driver the bill over the seat.    
   
“You may keep the change.”    
   
The driver looked through his rearview mirror.    
   
“Thank you.”    
   
Zaniyah closed her purse back.    
   
“Ma’am are you sure about this desolate location?”    
“Yes sir.”    
“If you need transportation. I will be available if I hear this address.”    
“Thank you.”    
   
Zaniyah opened the door and stepped out the taxicab. She pushed the door close.    
   
At least her vehicle remained where she parked it.    
   
The taxicab driver pulled off.    
   
Zaniyah walked over to her father’s vehicle. She looked up at Marcus’ loft.    
   
“No, he needs to be corrected.”    
   
She walked over to the entrance of Marcus’ warehouse building and pressed in the door intercom.    
   
Marcus turned off the shower nozzle. He thought he heard his door intercom buzz. He reached back down and turned on the shower nozzle.    
   
Zaniyah pressed the intercom button once again.    
   
“Shit.”    
   
Marcus lifted the shower knob, slid the door open, and stepped out. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around his midsection. He rushed out his bathroom, through his loft style bedroom, and hurried down the staircase.    
   
Shit he left his weapon on the dresser he thought.    
   
Marcus walked over to the door. He pressed in the intercom.    
   
“Yeah.”    
“I need to speak with you.”    
   
Marcus pressed the door lock. He opened the door and rushed over to the stairwell. He hurried up the steps two at a time.    
   
Zaniyah entered Marcus’ loft and pushed the door close. She stepped out her stilettoes.    
   
“Marcus.”    
“I’m up here baby.”    
   
Zaniyah marched to the stairwell.    
   
Marcus heard Zaniyah’s footsteps. He placed his electric razor down on the surface of the vanity. He entered his bedroom.    
   
Zaniyah walked up to Marcus, she drew her hand back and smacked him.    
   
“How dare you leave me behind? That was rude and insensitive.”    
   
Marcus palmed his cheeks down.    
   
“Now that’s the woman who I have seen on numerous occasions coming and going into the restaurant. The same restaurant you so fucking labeled a man’s position as deplorable, and almost got him fired.”    
   
Marcus walked over to his dresser. He lifted Zaniyah’s purse and walked back to where she stood.    
   
“Here is your purse, and downstairs is the door.”    
   
He threw her purse on a chair.    
   
Zaniyah leaned her face forward.    
   
“You mess with my family, you…you mess with me.”    
   
Marcus leaned his face forward.    
   
“You are too high maintenance, and too juvenile for my taste, and I could give a fuck about your family,” Marcus' voice dropped to a whisper. And...” His voice faltered; he cleared his throat.    
   
“So, I take it, we will not cross each other’s path again.”    
   
Marcus stroked Zaniyah’s cheek.    
   
“Do you want to cross my path again?”    
“I have nothing more to say to you, after today.”    
   
Marcus snatched the towel off and roped it over Zaniyah’s head. He pulled her closer to his body. His lips settled on hers.    
   
“No Marcus, I…do not want this.”    
   
If that’s his family jewels pointing North, God I'm in trouble she thought.    
   
Marcus inched his face back.    
   
“Let me make love to you Zaniyah, after today, if you want to walk away, I will respect you to go my own separate way.”    
“What kind of wo...”    
   
Marcus covered Zaniyah’s mouth again with his lips.    
   
Zaniyah joined her arms around Marcus’ neck.    
   
Marcus reached behind Zaniyah and unzipped her dress.    
   
Zaniyah’s dress drooped below her breasts.    
   
Marcus bent down and kissed Zaniyah’s shoulder blade. He kissed the column of her throat, behind her ear.    
   
“You are my beautiful woman,” he whispered in her ear.    
   
Marcus pushed the dress down Zaniyah’s body and over her hips.    
   
Zaniyah’s garment rested at her ankles.    
   
Marcus bent his head downward and housed a breast nipple inside his mouth. He gently suckled the lazy nipple into attention. He let the towel fall to the carpet. He palmed Zaniyah’s derrière and pulled her body into his erection.    
   
Zaniyah kissed the top of Marcus’ head.    
   
Marcus stepped back. He swung Zaniyah up in his arm and walked over to his bed. He laid her on the king size bed.    
Marcus got on his knees. He placed his arms under the bend in Zaniyah’s knees and pulled her to the bottom of the bed. He opened her legs and danced his tongue up her inner thigh. He suckled the skin between her thighs. He kissed over the reddish discoloration. He wet his finger and inserted it inside her pussy.    
   
“Omm,” Zaniyah moaned out.    
   
Marcus dipped his head; He snaked his tongue inside the passage of her pussy. He suckled her clitoris while inserting his finger and twisting his tongue inside of her.    
   
“Oh...Mar…Marcus.”    
   
Marcus, cupped Zaniyah’s buttocks and lifted her pelvis into his face. He darted his tongue in and out of her. He withdrew his tongue, glistened her downy hairs with his spit, and then arrowed his tongue back inside of her. He pushed his tongue deeper as he suckled her vaginal juices.    
   
“Marcus…I.”    
   
Zaniyah placed her palm over Marcus’ head and mashed his face into her pelvis. She squeezed her breast with the other hand, arched her back, and climaxed.    
   
“Oh…Marcus.”    
   
Zaniyah’s body quivered.    
   
Marcus’ tongue did not know the meaning of under compensating with pleasure. He withdrew his tongue and flipped Zaniyah over. He kissed over her upper thighs, and then suckled on a buttock. He spaced her legs, placed an arm under her lower stomach, and pulled her body up.    
   
Zaniyah landed on her knees.    
   
Marcus divided Zaniyah’s buttocks. He kissed from the opening of her anus, back to her pussy. He unmercifully suckled her clitoris.    
“Oh…shit, what...what are you doing to me.”    
   
Marcus sniffed the opening of Zaniyah’s pussy; burying the tip of his nose in her wet essence. He licked up and down the lining. Marcus stood up and planted both knees on the bed. He cupped his dick, pulled a buttock aside, and shot it inside the tighten space.    
   
“Oh…fuck you got some tight shit here.”    
   
Marcus humped his body back, and repeatedly slammed his manhood into Zaniyah’s buttocks. He palmed her hips and pounded her pussy on his dick.    
   
“Oh Marcus...”    
   
Marcus leaned down and kissed Zaniyah’s lower back.    
   
Oh, this felt too rewarding to walk away from Zaniyah thought.    
   
Marcus withdrew his dick.    
   
“Turn around.”    
   
Zaniyah turned around onto her back. She scooted to the head of the bed.    
   
Marcus climbed over Zaniyah.    
   
Zaniyah wrapped her palm around Marcus’ manhood. She licked over the pre-cum on the peak of his dick.    
   
“Oh shit.”    
   
Marcus slowly moved his dick inside her hand.    
   
Zaniyah kissed the tip and then suckled it. She palmed his buttocks and moved her mouth down and up his sold erection; she then licked around the head.    
   
“Oh, sweet motherfucker.”    
   
Marcus scooted back.    
   
Zaniyah opened her legs wider.    
   
Marcus palmed his weight on one palm, cupped his manhood, and fished around the opening of Zaniyah’s pussy hole.    
   
She hopes her vaginal walls can handle the width and the length Zaniyah thought.    
   
The tip of Marcus’s dick divided the walls to Zaniyah’s womanhood.    
   
“Ahh.”    
   
Marcus palmed the mattress. He drove his manhood inside Zaniyah’s womanhood.    
   
“Oh, sweet surrender you feel good up there.”    
   
Zaniyah leaned upward and kissed Marcus’ hairy chest wall. She knotted her legs around his back.    
   
Marcus stirred his manhood inside. He leaned down and kissed Zaniyah on her lips. He thrust in and out of her pussy.    
   
Zaniyah seesawed her pelvis with the grove of Marcus’ groin.    
   
“Oh...Marcs...I’m.”    
   
Marcus laid on top of Zaniyah; he sealed her lips with his. He cupped her buttocks and banged his dick deeper. He had to stop, he was about to shoot off a cannon inside of her.    
   
Zaniyah palmed Marcus’ buttocks as he was inching his pulsating manhood out. She lifted her upper body and suckled his neck.    
   
Marcus tried to inch his dick out.    
   
Zaniyah palmed the back of Marcus’ head, and captured his lips.    
   
“Fuck,” Marcus groaned against Zaniyah’s lips. He surged his dick forward.    
   
His ejaculation bullied her climax.    
   
Zaniyah suckled Marcus’ tongue as her release blended into his pearly aftermath.    
   
Marcus felt Zaniyah’s pussy compressing his dick.    
   
“Umm.”    
   
Zaniyah continued to move.    
   
Marcus slowly moved his manhood inside of her.    
   
“I’m sorry, baby, I tried to pull out.”    
   
Little did she know, she did not want him too.    
   
Marcus waited for an ear lashing.    
   
Zaniyah moved her pelvis against Marcus’ groin.    
   
“Are you still with me beautiful woman?”    
“Omm hum.”    
“Spend the night with me,” Marcus whispered in Zaniyah’s ear.    
“Is dinner included?”    
“For a feisty kitten with claws, yes. And let the record show. I returned with your drink, but you had already bailed out on me.”    
   
Zaniyah closed her eyes.    
   
“I must have been in the restroom, and I’m sorry for hitting you.”    
“No need too. I like how I hit you back.”    
   
Marcus moved his groin for her to get the hidden meaning.    
   
“I hope there’s more of that fight in you later.”    
“I hope you are not a sore loser, because I will be hitting all openings beautiful woman.”    
“I love the way my federal agent thinks.”    
“About that. Your family’s name has been under the radar, but not within my department.”    
“Are you an agent?”    
“I am the acting Director of Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch.”    
“Wow, I guess you have to sleep at the top for gainful information.”    
“Or on the bottom; as someone once stated, ‘you will always be beneath me’ Therefore, after I’ve fed my beautiful woman. I am going to allow you to take advantage of that.”    
   
Marcus leaned down and kissed Zaniyah.    
   
After making love once again, much slower, both took a shower and then dressed to go out to dinner.    
   
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