Her C.E.O

Chapter 22

"Jazmyn, that is you! How ya been?" The woman, Brittany, stepped closer to her, her heels making a soft click-clack on the smooth wooden floor.

 Jazz felt her heart start to pound with adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"W..What are you doing here, Brittany?" Jazz said taking a step back. She didn't miss the way Amara's eyes narrowed at the newcomer. The playful expression turned hard and cold with a cruel light in her eyes. She straightened to her full height as a menacing aura seem to seep through her pores.

*That's it, her true colors. What I've been feeling! She's fucking scary.* Jazz thought as she inched away some more, this time away from Amara.

"My husband is here to donate, it will look good on his image. What are you doing here? I know you didn't come here to do the same." Brittany stated with an air of superiority.

"She's here with mi amiga. You should watch your tone, Chica." Amara stepped a little in front of Jazmyn, her height towering over Brittany. She had a small smirk on her face, her tone was soft but the threat pierced through Brittany. Dark brown eyes widened as Brittany took a step back from the menacing figure.

"W.. Who are you?" Brittany asked with a hint of fear. She knew a predator when she saw one. Most time she was behind her husband, peeking over his shoulder or seemingly going about her day. He dealt with powerful men, legal and illegal. This woman was beautiful although very intimidating.

She looked over to Jazmyn. She looked gorgeous in her silk emerald gown that molded to her curves and long black curly hair swept up a high ponytail with curly tendrils framing her face. She wore a diamond choker with an emerald at the center. 

She looked delicious, Brittany missed her. She missed putting her hand in her hair as they kissed. *How her pussy tasted as I nestled her between her thighs.* Brittany thought.

But she had to finish her mission, she was undercover in a sting operation and she was too deep in. She still couldn't help but want to have one more night with her ex-girlfriend.

"I think you know who exactly I am, Brittany Johnson." Amara grinned.

Brittany's eyes widened in shock.

*Shit! Has my cover been blown? Fuck! I need an extraction or I'm dead.* She knew who the woman was. 

Amara Trujillo-Sanchez, she was the head fucking honcho of the most powerful cartel, Muerte Cartel. Hiding in plain sight with her Tequila business. They couldn't touch her, she was always five steps ahead of them, like now. She already knew Brittany was an undercover agent, she had to get out of here but she wanted to know why Jazz was here. Hopefully she was just an innocent bystander.

"Hmm. Yes Ms. Trujillo-Sanchez. My husband has mentioned you before." Brittany felt her mouth go dry as she tried to steady her shaky hand on her drink. Thankfully, her husband Ben came up to join them.

"Hola, Ms. Trujillo-Sanchez! I have been meaning to talk to you about investing in your Tequila company. We can talk business after the Gala. Why..who is this enchanting young lady?" Ben greeted with a sophisticated grin. He was a tall man with a slim muscular built encased in a Italian black 3-piece suit. His eyes was a charming brown with smooth light tan skin. Cute dimples pierced his cheeks as he smiled warmly at Jazz.

"Hola Mr. Johnson. It is so nice to see you again, Signor. What a beautiful wife you have." Instantly the menacing aura was replaced with the playful Amara, beaming brightly at the gentleman.

"This is Jazmyn, mi amiga's....amiga." Catching the quick shake of Jazmyn's head and eyes warning her not to say anything. Amara laughed at Jazz's expression as she placed an arm around her.

"She is quit enchanting, eh?" Amara said as she leaned her face to Jazz's. Mismatched eyes pierced through dark brown as she looked at Brittany. She kissed Jazmyn's cheek. Brittany felt her heart start to pound in fear for her safety.

"Amara, didn't we just have a conversation." A cold voice slice through the air. Jazmyn immediately jumped from beneath Amara's arm. Cleo's cold jade eyes glared behind Amara.

*Ah Fuck! I'm going to get another punishment. I let Amara touch me. She's another Dom and she touched me without Cleo's permission. Dammit! I let her to, I was just frozen to the spot.* Jazz berated herself and sighed, seeing Cleo's eyes narrow down at her. She couldn't help but feel a tingle of anticipation as warmth started to pool between her thighs.

"Hola, mi amiga! I have missed you! I was just greeting your Bonita assistant!" Amara had an innocent wide eyed look.

"She just looks so deliciosa!" Amara went to hug Cleo and kissed her on her cheek.

"It's finally nice to meet you Ms. WuHong!" Ben cut in as he bowed in respect. Brittany did the same. "I wanted to speak with you regarding your upcoming security software. I would love to invest in it, we can be partners." Ben smiled with his cute dimples. Cleo glanced at the tall man and turned to Amara.

"What have I told you about touching Jazmyn, Amara." Cleo clearly dismissed Ben as she glared at Amara.

Ben silently bristled at being ignored.

"OH! Lo siento! Por favor! Cleo! Please forgive me, I just couldn't help myself. You know me and rules don't get along." Amara immediately latched unto Cleo's arm with big fake tears gathering in her eyes. Cleo sighed and turned away from Amara.

"Don't do it again. Jazmyn, come. They are about to start." She elegantly walked towards the stage with crystal chairs lining in front .

*That was strange. Ms. WuHong stood toe to toe with Ms. Trujillo-Sanchez. She even apologized to her for touching Jazz. What is going on? There's no record, nothing about a connection between WuHong Industries and Sanchez Tequila Corp. I have to report this during my extraction. Assistant, huh. If I can get Jazz alone, I can probably get some valuable information. Shit! How did this become so fucking complicated!? How did Jazz go from being a CNA to a fucking secretary of a powerful company?* Brittany trailed behind her husband as they sat a couple chairs behind Ms.WoHong and Jazz.