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When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Two)
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Zaniyah buttoned up her blouse. She stuffed it inside her skirt and then stepped back into her Steve Madden pumps.
“What a great surprise to come back to my office and catch my beautiful woman waiting for me, literally.”
“I thought I would give you a carnal dose of some afternoon delight.”
“Afternoon delight very much appreciated.”
Marcus leaned over and kissed Zaniyah’s lips. He stroked her chin.
Zaniyah looked down at Marcus’ desk. She did not see her Blackberry.
“Baby, my Blackberry.”
Marcus looked down at the sprawled files on his desk, and then looked down on the carpet.
“I guess during the distraction of you seducing me, it fell out your hand.”
“You are so right.” She winked at him.
Zaniyah bent over and lifted her Blackberry from off the carpet. She looked down at the screen.
“Oh shit.”
“What is it?”
Marcus lifted his suit jacket from off the back of the chair and put it back on. He pulled his top desk drawer open and lifted his two weapons. He placed then in the back of his waistband and realigned his suit jacket in place.
“Marcus that was my father calling.”
“And?”
“I think he may have heard us.”
“Heard us.” Marcus thought about what Zaniyah just stated. “Oh shit.” Marcus palmed his chin down. “I cannot be held if my beautiful woman knows how to spin this man with her good pussy.”
“Marcus.”
There was a knocked at the door.
Marcus looked down at his watch. His secretary must be out to lunch.
“Excuse me beautiful.”
Marcus walked over to his door and opened it.
Francine stood at Marcus’ door with a wicker basket in her hand. She leaned up and tenderly kissed him on his lips. Francine wiped her lipstick stain from off Marcus’ lips
“I always managed to stain your lips with my lipstick and please your body under the covers.”
Marcus cleared his throat.
“I heard what happen on the news. Are you alright.”
“Yes, I’ve made absolute sure of that prior to your interruption.”
Francine pushed the door open wider. She looked up into Marcus’ eyes.
“Maybe I should have called first.”
Zaniyah walked over to door and stood by Marcus.
“Maybe you should have. As you could see, I have this.” Zaniyah placed her hand in Marcus’ hand.
Francine turned to face Zaniyah.
“For now.” Francine looked up into Marcus’ eyes. “Sweetheart could you walk me to the elevator.”
Zaniyah’s eyebrows rose at the familiarly behind the endearment.
Francine pivoted to face Zaniyah.
“It was nice seeing you again.”
“Hopefully it will be the last,” Zaniyah retorted.
You bitch Francine held her breath from uttering.
Marcus dropped his hand from Zaniyah’s hand
“I will be right back.”
Francine turned.
Marcus palmed Francine’s back and walked out his office.
Both walked in the direction of the elevators.
“It looks like you have a young and very possessive one.”
“You had your chance to have me, and I mean all of me.”
Francine looked over at Marcus as both waited on the elevator.
“I could not take worrying when you were working undercover, if you would return to me safely, or a policeman knocking on my door, advising me my fiancé was killed in the line of duty.”
“Well as you could see, I survived, and got promoted to director.”
“I still love you Marcus that has never changed.”
“Baby, it’s been what, three years now. Time eventually healed those emotional wounds.”
“Time or that little young thing.”
Marcus did not add a comment.
The elevator doors slid open.
“Thank you for thinking about my general welfare to come and bring me food and the beautiful company.”
Marcus caressed Francine’s cheek.
Francine kissed Marcus’ inner palm. She looked up into his eyes.
“If you need anything, do not hesitate to call.”
“I would not refuse.”
Francine stepped onto the elevator and pressed the down button.
The elevator doors slid close.
Marcus turned and walked down the carpet hallway. He entered his office and pushed the door close.
Zaniyah was standing in front of the window looking out. Her arms were folded over her chest.
Marcus walked over to the window. He wrapped her arms around Zaniyah’s waist; he kissed her on the side of the neck.
“I apologize for that.”
He squeezed her tighter to his chest
“Are you sleeping with that woman?”
“No.”
“Then what is your relationship with her.”
“Ahh, we used to be engaged.”
Zaniyah turned around in Marcus’ arms.
“And you felt that was not important enough to tell me.”
“Baby we were engaged three years ago.”
“Is this woman trying to rekindle a lost romance with you?”
“No, the only eyes, I have for is the woman I’m holding in my arms.”
Marcus stole a quick kiss.
“Did you at least advise this woman, you are seeing someone else?”
“I do believe you took care of that.”
“I mean, did the words come out of your mouth?”
“In so many words.”
“What does that mean?”
“I advised her she had her chance, and I’ve moved on.”
“To a woman that’s an open challenge.”
“Baby, you got me, what else do you want of me.”
“Your word, you would not sneak behind my back and see other women. I hate to say it, but black men have a high rate of sampling other goods under the covers.”
Marcus dropped his arms from around Zaniyah’s waist.
“Are you serious with the shit that just rolled out your mouth?”
“I am.”
“So in your mind, black men have a high rate of sampling other goods under the covers. Or, what you really mean is do I have a tendency to sample another woman’s pussy under the covers.”
“Both.”
“Wow.”
Marcus palmed his chin down.
“Is that how you feel when my dick is inside of you.”
“Ahh, I do not want to catch any communicable diseases.”
“And while we are on the subject, how did you allow one of your father’s hired men to fuck you.”
Zaniyah smacked Marcus. She held her hand over her mouth after her impromptu action.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
“You know what beautiful. Your father is back in town. My babysitting job is over.”
“How dare you refer to me in terms as being a child?”
Marcus stepped back. He walked over to the door and opened it.
“I’m ready.”
Zaniyah walked over to the couch. The same couch Marcus just made the sweetest passionate love to her, before they made it over to his desk. Whereas, she seduced him in his wingback chair. Zaniyah lifted her purse from off the back of the couch cushion and joined Marcus at the door.
Zaniyah walked out Marcus’ office.
Marcus pulled the door close.
Both silently walked down the hallway to the elevators.
Zaniyah studied Marcus’ side profile undetected. His facial features betrayed nothing.
Why do she always seem to ruin the mood? She have just given him the opportunity to run back in the arms of his ex-fiancée dammit Zaniyah she thought.
The elevator doors slid open.
Marcus waited until Zaniyah stepped on. He followed her and turned around. He pushed the L button.
Zaniyah noticed Marcus retained his space.
Shit Zaniyah thought.
The elevator doors slid close and then descended.
Marcus’ cell phone vibrated. He lifted his suit jacket and lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip. He slid it open and then looked down at the number.
Zaniyah watched Marcus’ eyes light up.
Marcus slid his cell phone back down and placed it back on his hip clip.
It’s probably that damn bitch Zaniyah thought.
The elevator doors slid open.
Zaniyah stepped off the elevator and turned to face Marcus.
Marcus stepped off.
Zaniyah’s steps faltered with Marcus’ steps. She reached downward and grabbed his hand.
Marcus quietly pushed Zaniyah’s hand away.
“Director Modarius.”
Marcus turned around.
Agent Blackstone and Agent Carrey greeted him.
“Ma’am.”
Agent Blackstone nodded his head at Zaniyah
“Good afternoon you two.”
“Director Modarius could we have a word with you.”
“Let’s walk.”
Marcus walked away from Zaniyah.
All three walked to the far side of the lobby area.
Marcus looked from Agent Blackstone to Agent Carrey.
“What is it?”
“I just spoke with someone at Port of New York and New Jersey. After sifting through several invoices. We came up with three crates that somehow slipped though Customs. We need you to get a judge to issue a warrant to move it from the Port of New York and New Jersey to the jurisdiction of the FBI.”
“That is the call of the DEA. What I could do is put a call out, and ask the director in charge of this joint investigation once the crates has been opened, to advise us as a customary measurement what those three crates contain. If perhaps it is drugs, then it becomes our concern.”
“You got it Director Modarius.”
Both agents walked away from Marcus.
Marcus turned and walked over to where Zaniyah waited.
Zaniyah watched a woman stop Marcus’ progress as he approached her.
She was in love with man who she was scared to give her heart to, yet did not want him to give to another.
“Is everything all right.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
Zaniyah followed Marcus out the doors of the FBI Headquarters.
Marcus strolled over to the vehicle. He lifted his key remote from out the side pocket of his jacket and aimed it at his vehicle. He unlocked both doors.
Zaniyah stood near the passenger door and waited for Marcus to unlock the door.
Marcus walked around his vehicle and opened the door. He got inside his vehicle and pulled the door close.
Zaniyah’s mouth dropped. She pulled the door handle and opened the door. She got inside the vehicle and pulled the door close.
Marcus plugged the key inside the ignition and started his vehicle. He did not give Zaniyah a chance to snap her seatbelt. Marcus pulled his vehicle from out his reserved parking space.
Copyright©SKC-2019
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Zaniyah buttoned up her blouse. She stuffed it inside her skirt and then stepped back into her Steve Madden pumps.
“What a great surprise to come back to my office and catch my beautiful woman waiting for me, literally.”
“I thought I would give you a carnal dose of some afternoon delight.”
“Afternoon delight very much appreciated.”
Marcus leaned over and kissed Zaniyah’s lips. He stroked her chin.
Zaniyah looked down at Marcus’ desk. She did not see her Blackberry.
“Baby, my Blackberry.”
Marcus looked down at the sprawled files on his desk, and then looked down on the carpet.
“I guess during the distraction of you seducing me, it fell out your hand.”
“You are so right.” She winked at him.
Zaniyah bent over and lifted her Blackberry from off the carpet. She looked down at the screen.
“Oh shit.”
“What is it?”
Marcus lifted his suit jacket from off the back of the chair and put it back on. He pulled his top desk drawer open and lifted his two weapons. He placed then in the back of his waistband and realigned his suit jacket in place.
“Marcus that was my father calling.”
“And?”
“I think he may have heard us.”
“Heard us.” Marcus thought about what Zaniyah just stated. “Oh shit.” Marcus palmed his chin down. “I cannot be held if my beautiful woman knows how to spin this man with her good pussy.”
“Marcus.”
There was a knocked at the door.
Marcus looked down at his watch. His secretary must be out to lunch.
“Excuse me beautiful.”
Marcus walked over to his door and opened it.
Francine stood at Marcus’ door with a wicker basket in her hand. She leaned up and tenderly kissed him on his lips. Francine wiped her lipstick stain from off Marcus’ lips
“I always managed to stain your lips with my lipstick and please your body under the covers.”
Marcus cleared his throat.
“I heard what happen on the news. Are you alright.”
“Yes, I’ve made absolute sure of that prior to your interruption.”
Francine pushed the door open wider. She looked up into Marcus’ eyes.
“Maybe I should have called first.”
Zaniyah walked over to door and stood by Marcus.
“Maybe you should have. As you could see, I have this.” Zaniyah placed her hand in Marcus’ hand.
Francine turned to face Zaniyah.
“For now.” Francine looked up into Marcus’ eyes. “Sweetheart could you walk me to the elevator.”
Zaniyah’s eyebrows rose at the familiarly behind the endearment.
Francine pivoted to face Zaniyah.
“It was nice seeing you again.”
“Hopefully it will be the last,” Zaniyah retorted.
You bitch Francine held her breath from uttering.
Marcus dropped his hand from Zaniyah’s hand
“I will be right back.”
Francine turned.
Marcus palmed Francine’s back and walked out his office.
Both walked in the direction of the elevators.
“It looks like you have a young and very possessive one.”
“You had your chance to have me, and I mean all of me.”
Francine looked over at Marcus as both waited on the elevator.
“I could not take worrying when you were working undercover, if you would return to me safely, or a policeman knocking on my door, advising me my fiancé was killed in the line of duty.”
“Well as you could see, I survived, and got promoted to director.”
“I still love you Marcus that has never changed.”
“Baby, it’s been what, three years now. Time eventually healed those emotional wounds.”
“Time or that little young thing.”
Marcus did not add a comment.
The elevator doors slid open.
“Thank you for thinking about my general welfare to come and bring me food and the beautiful company.”
Marcus caressed Francine’s cheek.
Francine kissed Marcus’ inner palm. She looked up into his eyes.
“If you need anything, do not hesitate to call.”
“I would not refuse.”
Francine stepped onto the elevator and pressed the down button.
The elevator doors slid close.
Marcus turned and walked down the carpet hallway. He entered his office and pushed the door close.
Zaniyah was standing in front of the window looking out. Her arms were folded over her chest.
Marcus walked over to the window. He wrapped her arms around Zaniyah’s waist; he kissed her on the side of the neck.
“I apologize for that.”
He squeezed her tighter to his chest
“Are you sleeping with that woman?”
“No.”
“Then what is your relationship with her.”
“Ahh, we used to be engaged.”
Zaniyah turned around in Marcus’ arms.
“And you felt that was not important enough to tell me.”
“Baby we were engaged three years ago.”
“Is this woman trying to rekindle a lost romance with you?”
“No, the only eyes, I have for is the woman I’m holding in my arms.”
Marcus stole a quick kiss.
“Did you at least advise this woman, you are seeing someone else?”
“I do believe you took care of that.”
“I mean, did the words come out of your mouth?”
“In so many words.”
“What does that mean?”
“I advised her she had her chance, and I’ve moved on.”
“To a woman that’s an open challenge.”
“Baby, you got me, what else do you want of me.”
“Your word, you would not sneak behind my back and see other women. I hate to say it, but black men have a high rate of sampling other goods under the covers.”
Marcus dropped his arms from around Zaniyah’s waist.
“Are you serious with the shit that just rolled out your mouth?”
“I am.”
“So in your mind, black men have a high rate of sampling other goods under the covers. Or, what you really mean is do I have a tendency to sample another woman’s pussy under the covers.”
“Both.”
“Wow.”
Marcus palmed his chin down.
“Is that how you feel when my dick is inside of you.”
“Ahh, I do not want to catch any communicable diseases.”
“And while we are on the subject, how did you allow one of your father’s hired men to fuck you.”
Zaniyah smacked Marcus. She held her hand over her mouth after her impromptu action.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
“You know what beautiful. Your father is back in town. My babysitting job is over.”
“How dare you refer to me in terms as being a child?”
Marcus stepped back. He walked over to the door and opened it.
“I’m ready.”
Zaniyah walked over to the couch. The same couch Marcus just made the sweetest passionate love to her, before they made it over to his desk. Whereas, she seduced him in his wingback chair. Zaniyah lifted her purse from off the back of the couch cushion and joined Marcus at the door.
Zaniyah walked out Marcus’ office.
Marcus pulled the door close.
Both silently walked down the hallway to the elevators.
Zaniyah studied Marcus’ side profile undetected. His facial features betrayed nothing.
Why do she always seem to ruin the mood? She have just given him the opportunity to run back in the arms of his ex-fiancée dammit Zaniyah she thought.
The elevator doors slid open.
Marcus waited until Zaniyah stepped on. He followed her and turned around. He pushed the L button.
Zaniyah noticed Marcus retained his space.
Shit Zaniyah thought.
The elevator doors slid close and then descended.
Marcus’ cell phone vibrated. He lifted his suit jacket and lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip. He slid it open and then looked down at the number.
Zaniyah watched Marcus’ eyes light up.
Marcus slid his cell phone back down and placed it back on his hip clip.
It’s probably that damn bitch Zaniyah thought.
The elevator doors slid open.
Zaniyah stepped off the elevator and turned to face Marcus.
Marcus stepped off.
Zaniyah’s steps faltered with Marcus’ steps. She reached downward and grabbed his hand.
Marcus quietly pushed Zaniyah’s hand away.
“Director Modarius.”
Marcus turned around.
Agent Blackstone and Agent Carrey greeted him.
“Ma’am.”
Agent Blackstone nodded his head at Zaniyah
“Good afternoon you two.”
“Director Modarius could we have a word with you.”
“Let’s walk.”
Marcus walked away from Zaniyah.
All three walked to the far side of the lobby area.
Marcus looked from Agent Blackstone to Agent Carrey.
“What is it?”
“I just spoke with someone at Port of New York and New Jersey. After sifting through several invoices. We came up with three crates that somehow slipped though Customs. We need you to get a judge to issue a warrant to move it from the Port of New York and New Jersey to the jurisdiction of the FBI.”
“That is the call of the DEA. What I could do is put a call out, and ask the director in charge of this joint investigation once the crates has been opened, to advise us as a customary measurement what those three crates contain. If perhaps it is drugs, then it becomes our concern.”
“You got it Director Modarius.”
Both agents walked away from Marcus.
Marcus turned and walked over to where Zaniyah waited.
Zaniyah watched a woman stop Marcus’ progress as he approached her.
She was in love with man who she was scared to give her heart to, yet did not want him to give to another.
“Is everything all right.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
Zaniyah followed Marcus out the doors of the FBI Headquarters.
Marcus strolled over to the vehicle. He lifted his key remote from out the side pocket of his jacket and aimed it at his vehicle. He unlocked both doors.
Zaniyah stood near the passenger door and waited for Marcus to unlock the door.
Marcus walked around his vehicle and opened the door. He got inside his vehicle and pulled the door close.
Zaniyah’s mouth dropped. She pulled the door handle and opened the door. She got inside the vehicle and pulled the door close.
Marcus plugged the key inside the ignition and started his vehicle. He did not give Zaniyah a chance to snap her seatbelt. Marcus pulled his vehicle from out his reserved parking space.
Copyright©SKC-2019
Published 16th Dec 2019
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This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter as fitting to celebrate life in general
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