Out of Control
“Mike Black,” Yanjali said quietly.
Jada give Yanjali a look. “Yes, Yanjali, Mr. Black is in Nassau and he has access to an underserved international clientele. Any of you ladies who are interested are welcome to join me. All expenses paid of course,” Jada promised.
“I think I’m gonna stay here in the city,” Simone, Jada’s top earner said.
“I wish you nothing but the best,” Jada said graciously. “Anybody else?” Before the night was done, eight of the ladies accepted her offer to travel to Nassau.
With her team on board, Jada called her travel agent that arranged their flight and accommodations on the island. Then she made a few phone calls and was able to leave a message for Black to call her. When he got the message, Black called her back right away. Since the first time he saw her dance that night at Ecstasy, he could feel the energy between them. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. Black liked her style. Jada West had class and he found that very appealing. But at the time, he decided that he would keep their relationship on a business level.
“Jada West, please.”
“This is Jada. Mr. Black; is that you?”
“Yes. How are you Ms. West?”
“I’m fine now that I’m talking to you,” Jada said sweetly.
“I got a message to call you.”
“I wanted to tell you that I was going to be in Nassau for a couple of days, and I wanted to know if we could get together to discuss business while I’m there?”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Black replied.
“Excellent. I’m looking forward to speaking to you,” Jada flirted.
“When will you be here?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“If you like, I can arrange to have you picked up from the airport.”
“That won’t be necessary, but thank you for offering. You are such a gentleman. I’m staying at a place called the Suites at Sandyport on New Providence Island. You are familiar with it?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Will you be available to meet for dinner there tomorrow evening, say seven o’clock?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at seven,” Black said.
“Until tomorrow then,” Jada said and ended the call.
Black hung up the phone and looked at Jamaica. He was overseeing their expansion of their operation on the island. “Who was that?” he asked.
“Jada West. You don’t know her. But if that’s what I think it is, she’s the solution we been looking for to one of our problems.”
“I like her already,” Jamaica said and they both laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
New York City
Five Months Later
Wanda Moore sat in the back seat of her Cadillac CTS as her driver, James drove her to Cynt’s. It wasn’t a limo, but Wanda hated driving in traffic, so she hired James to drive her where ever she needed to go.
She looked out the window and thought about what she was about to do and how she had let things get to this point. Wanda wasn’t speaking to Nick Simmons at all because of his relationship with Rain Robinson. She hated Rain. The low life bitch had snuck behind her back and stole her man. And if that wasn’t enough, the memory of Rain slapping her in the face was still fresh in her mind.
During what she preferred to call a brief indiscretion with Marcus Douglas, an old friend from law school, she ran into Nick and Rain one afternoon as they walked out of Cuisine. Marcus had just put his arm around Wanda and pulled her close to him. Without really stopping to think about what she was doing or where she was, Wanda threw her arms around Marcus’s neck and kissed him.