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  Soul’s Temptation

  Navi’ Robins

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  Title Page

  Copyright Page

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  Chapter One - The Contract

  Chapter Two - They’re Still at It

  Chapter Three - Preparing for the Worst, Investing in the Best

  Chapter Four - Selfies

  Chapter Five - Starting New Fires with Old Flames

  Chapter Six - The Enemy of My Enemy

  Chapter Seven - A New Ending

  Chapter Eight - Will You Run with Me?

  Chapter Nine - Faust

  Chapter Ten - Complicating the Complicated

  Chapter Eleven - John “F*@king” Smith

  Chapter Twelve - Deadly Debate

  Chapter Thirteen - Driving Mrs. Bennett

  Chapter Fourteen - Do Not Breach

  Chapter Fifteen - Is This the End?

  Chapter Sixteen - Let Me Help You Grieve

  Chapter Seventeen - The Purple Room

  Chapter Eighteen - Father Is Highly Disappointed

  Chapter Nineteen - Janus

  Chapter Twenty - Belle of the Ball

  Chapter Twenty-One - The Decision

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Merry Christmas

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Last Will and Abduction

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  Chapter One

  The Contract

  Juba, South Sudan 0300 hours

  A hell’s fire . . . The burning in his chest felt like a dark magician had conjured the bottomless pit of hell in his lungs, and the pain was unbearable. However, nothing burned more than having to look at the blue-eyed assassin loom over him, watching in the darkness with a look of intense satisfaction as he died painfully from the lethal injection they administered. His mouth opened and closed like a giant catfish out of the water, trying to breathe, and each time he inhaled, death drew closer. As the neurotoxins moved through his veins, clotting his blood, and shutting down his respiratory system, the ultra-attractive, blue-eyed assassin periodically checked their watch. As his large body started to shake, the assassin braced all their weight on the man’s chest, preventing him from getting up from his king-size bed. Suddenly, the man began to convulse and bounce violently on the bed, his body making one last attempt at surviving before the cobra’s venom took its toll.

  Now, the man’s eyes began to bleed out, and his lips turned pale as he took his last breath. The assassin carefully examined the man’s body while checking for a pulse. After a few seconds, the assassin cautiously picked up a black bag from the floor. The bag immediately began to twist and hiss as the king cobra inside tried to fight itself free from the murderer’s grip. Observing the bag vigilantly, the killer watched the bag move, calculating where the cobra’s head and tail were. Then clutching the bag with both hands and twisting it brutally, the assassin snapped the cobra’s back in two. The cobra began to violently thrash around in the bag as the assassin turned the bag upside down and watched the wounded cobra fall on top of the still body.

  The cobra’s reflexes went into overdrive as it repeatedly sank its teeth deep into the body’s flesh, injecting massive amounts of poison into the corpse. Satisfied that the mission was accomplished, the assassin slowly backed away into the shadows and disappeared . . .

  Four hours later Cairo, Egypt

  John Smith stood on the roof of the Four Seasons Hotel Cairo, taking in the majesty of the Nile River as its pristine waters reflected the Egyptian sunrise over the horizon. As he admired the sunlight licking the top of Cairo’s impressive city skyline, he felt a sudden vibration in his inner left blazer pocket. Without looking at the screen on his phone, he placed the phone to his ear and said, “Speak.”

  “Father is requesting your presence in the field.”

  “I’ve just finished a harvest. Get someone else to do it.”

  “Father doesn’t trust anyone else to handle this harvest. Father feels your previous experience with this crop will prove most useful.”

  A confused look erupted on John’s face right before he responded, “There’s no such thing as previous experiences with harvests. They are either harvested, or they’re not.”

  “That wasn’t a harvest. It was a survey of the fields to persuade the plants to grow in the direction that Father found profitable.”

  John immediately understood who and what was being asked of him, and he sighed while rolling his eyes at the idea of having to revisit a previous assignment. He’d given his word they would be left alone, and he always kept his word.

  “Father gave the assurance that the crop in question wouldn’t be harvested if it was compliant.”

  “There’s been another development that could drastically deplete Father’s yearly profits if this crop is allowed to grow.”

  “I gave my word. I’m sure Father understands what that means to a man in my profession. With all of Father’s influence, he should’ve seen or anticipated this new development coming and instructed me to refrain from giving my word that the crop would be allowed to grow without interference. At this juncture, I am unable to take this assignment. He’s going to have to get another farmer to harvest this crop.”

  A long silence followed as the man on the other end of the phone contemplated his response to John’s refusal of the contract. Thirty seconds later, that man cleared his throat and responded, “Father doesn’t care about keeping your word. Father only cares about your loyalty, but I will inform Father of your decision as you wish. A stern word of advice: stay clear of this harvest. If Father finds out of your interference in any capacity . . . the harvester will become the harvested.”

  Rolling his eyes, John abruptly ended the call and threw his phone like an outfielder aiming for home plate. Gritting his teeth, he looked down at the ground and kicked the gravel covering the roof of the five-star hotel. Sighing forcefully, he looked up at the sky, contemplating if it would have been better to accept the contract instead of allowing someone else to break the promise he made to the Bennetts.

  Chapter Two

  They’re Still at It

  Twelve hours later Chicago, Illinois

  A quiet hiss escaped her lips as he pulled her blond hair, snatching her head back. She suddenly felt his warm and wet tongue passionately move up and down her neck, the sensation causing her entire body to tremble with pleasure. Biting her neck, he pressed himself against her ass and began to grind on her slowly. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt his hard, thick, and warm ten-inch rod move between her cheeks. The anticipation of him ravaging her body drove her insane. Pushing her head against the wall in front of her, he leaned backward and sma
cked her on the ass, her peach-colored skin turning red from the contact. His condo’s front door was wide open, allowing the cool night breeze to invade the large entryway into his home, causing her nipples to swell and tingle.

  Lifting her arms above her head, Timothy ran his tongue down the back of her neck and slowly down to the small of her back until he reached the top of her ample backside. Spreading her butt cheeks apart, he inhaled deeply and plunged his entire head between her assets. The sudden sensation of his warm tongue exploring her forbidden parts caused her to scratch and claw at the wall as she leaned forward, allowing him more access to her.

  Oh my God, what is he doing to me?

  As he continued to devour her, Meagan began to feel the building heat and vibrations announcing the coming of an orgasm so intense that someone would need a mop to clean up its aftermath on the black marble floor in the foyer.

  “Oh, shit, baby, I’m coming; don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Keep eating that pussy. Oh yes! Fuck me with your tongue . . . mmm . . . Yes, that’s it. Suck that clit . . . aaah. . . shit.”

  She suddenly felt her inner tunnel tighten and the roaring rapids of her orgasm rushing out of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth flung open, and her body shook as if a bolt of lightning just struck her.

  I’m really gonna fuck her ass up now.

  Without warning, the man reached forward, gently spread her lotus lips, and began massaging her clitoris in a circular motion. The sudden sensation made her scream and tumble backward. As her body went limp, he braced her against his thighs, holding her against the wall. Bending her over, he slowly got down on the floor while pulling her down with him. Still holding her by her hips, he pulled her down and guided her onto his waiting and throbbing muscle in one fluid motion. As soon as she felt him slide inside of her, she leaned forward, digging her nails into his legs, attempting to brace herself for the pleasure and pain of his size and girth. Shaking and shrieking, she began to bounce while moving her hips like an exotic dancer, and he watched her in curious amazement.

  “Gad damn! Look at that ass bounce. Take this dick. Take it, take it, take it, take it. Oh, fuck. This shit is good, ain’t it?”

  Trying to contain the scream dancing on her tongue, she bit down on her bottom lip and whispered, “Mmm-hmmm.” Within a few minutes, she felt another climax building as his muscles tensed up, his legs began to tremble, and his toes started to curl.

  Mmm . . . Yes, he’s coming, she thought, right before she jumped up, spun around, and shoved all of him in her mouth. She immediately closed her mouth around him while making wavelike motions on the underside of his shaft. A roar erupted from his lips as he released a massive load of his essence inside her mouth. As she felt his warm nectar fill her mouth, she closed her eyes while moaning deeply, allowing the vibrations to add to the sensation of her sucking him while he climaxed.

  Feeling his self-control peel away, he started twisting his body to the side, attempting to remove himself from her mouth, but each time he tried, she locked her jaws tighter around him while being careful not to let her teeth scrape him.

  Panting and slamming his hand down on the floor, he quickly accepted he wasn’t going to shake her, so he braced himself as his explosion continued longer than he’d thought possible. Noticing he was done, she slowly lifted her mouth from his shaft while making sure not to leave a drop of his essence behind. Smiling, she stood up and strolled into the hallway bathroom.

  After a few seconds, the toilet flushed, and the bathroom sink faucet started to run as she reached into the medicine cabinet, pulling out her toothbrush, and began brushing her teeth. Still lying on the floor in complete awe, he turned his attention to the wide-open front door and smiled. He knew his nosy neighbors heard the commotion and probably attempted to sneak a peek, but he didn’t care. Meagan was incredible and worth the trouble of a fine from the condo association. So, if she wanted to keep the door open, that’s exactly what Timothy did. He’d rarely met a woman like Meagan, and he did everything he could to show her exactly how much he cherished her body and mind.

  Meagan walked out of the bathroom, smiling while watching Timothy tremble on the floor. Suddenly, a cold draft blew up her sweaty back. Shaking, she turned and noticed the open door and quickly closed it.

  Timothy sat up and watched Meagan stroll toward him and asked, “No swallowing, huh?”

  Shaking her head, she responded, “Nope, but I dropped your kids off at the pool. Besides, swallowing means that I love you, and we both know that’s not what either of us wants, so . . .”

  No, that’s not what you want, Timothy thought as he stood to his feet.

  “Anyway, babes, I gotta go. You really relaxed me. Thank you.” Then reaching down and touching herself, she said, “Lucy definitely thanks you. She really needed that. How long it’s been?”

  “Three long months,” Timothy responded coldly.

  Looking at him like a cute pet, Meagan reached out and ran her hand along his cheek.

  “So, you’re actually leaving right now?”

  “Yes, I am. I have to go see Ayana, and what I have to tell her is gonna be devastating, but I have to tell her.”

  “What is it?”

  “What is what?”

  “What you have to tell Ayana?”

  Exhaling, Meagan responded, “President Ibrahim Bassa Alraheem is dead.”

  “Huh . . . how . . . how . . . how did he . . .?” he stammered while placing his hand on his forehead.

  “Snakebite. Actually, it was a king cobra. They say it put enough venom into him to kill an elephant. Fortunately, the man was so strong he killed the snake before his untimely death created another conflict in South Sudan, which is the last thing they need right now. That man was just . . . amazing. He was a great leader, and I know Ayana had such high hopes for her country under his leadership. The vice president isn’t such a bad guy either, but with another election coming up in a little under a year, things could turn out dreadful if the wrong person were elected to office, like that Thomas Bossa.”

  Without warning, he suddenly felt light-headed, and the room started to spin. Stumbling, he quickly braced himself against the wall behind him. Noticing his reaction, Meagan rushed over, trying to stop him from tumbling to the floor. Searching his eyes, she asked, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

  Looking up at the ceiling while trying to regain his balance, he nodded slowly. Then letting out a quick chuckle, he responded, “I think I must’ve come so hard, I got dizzy or something. Woman, you’re trying to kill me or something?”

  Giving him the side eye, Meagan flashed a sarcastic smirk while watching him walk over to the living room and flop down on the oversized, dark brown leather couch.

  He’s just going to sit bare ass on the leather, I see, she thought while turning up her nose. Note to self: never lie face down on that couch again.

  Forcing a smile, although she felt nauseated, she asked, “Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he responded while waving his hand in her direction. “Go ahead and get ready to go see Ayana.”

  “Are you sure? Just a minute ago you weren’t too happy abou—”

  “Yeah, I was tripping,” he said, cutting her off. “Get ready. I’ll be fine.”

  Meagan stared at Timothy for a few seconds longer before she shrugged, snatched up her overnight bag, and rushed into the bathroom to get ready.

  Two hours later Highland Park, Illinois

  The reflection in the mirror made Ayana’s stomach churn as she turned from right to left, praying there was an angle that could hide this new yet downgraded body of hers. She placed her hand over her womb and stared at the many stretch marks that lined her belly. A smile grew on her face when she noticed the shea butter cream was working to remove them, but she still had a long way to go. Turning to the side again, she sighed while shaking her head at her stomach and excess fat that lined her hips and inner thighs. She’d vowed to herself that afte
r she was able to move around on her own, she would work off the baby fat. However, life sometimes has a different plan, and after two years of being a stay-at-home mother, she hadn’t done one push-up or run a single mile. In her defense, Li’l Timothy was an energetic and curious child, and she always chased after him around the house, trying to prevent him from getting into everything he had no business getting into.

  Daniel promised her that he would help with Timothy’s care, but after his book became an international phenomenon, he couldn’t keep his promise. His sudden literary fame, paired with his obsession with training, made him a ghost around the house. Even when he was home, he wasn’t home. The very thought of it caused her nose to flare as her anger began to build.

  Suddenly, she noticed how gravity and the lack of exercise affected her breasts, and she whimpered as her eyes began to water. Feeling hopeless, she threw her hands up and stormed out of her massive closet, deciding she’d had enough and should take the opportunity to get ready while Timothy was napping.

  An hour later, Ayana answered her doorbell, and, at the sight of Meagan, she leaped into her arms, and the two friends embraced for over a minute. Meagan’s eyes widened as she took in their massive mansion, and by the time the two women were seated in the family room, Meagan was highly impressed.

  “Wow, Ayana, you have a beautiful home,” Meagan proclaimed while looking around with admiration. “Definitely a huge upgrade from that downtown penthouse.”

  “Thank you. Yes, it is,” Ayana replied, smiling while looking around and reminding herself just how much her life has changed since the day she walked into Daniel’s office.

  “How are things, girl? I see you’ve settled into the housewife life,” Meagan teased while playfully shoving Ayana’s shoulder.