All Chapters of The Diplomatic Transporter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

 Two and a half weeks had elapsed since that Sunday morning when Marsha demanded that he did nothing about the business expansion, but Dominique would not allow his wife to dictate anything to him. Why did he need her approval for in the first place? The intercom rang in his office and disturbed his thought process. “Yes Maxine,” he answered. 

 “Great the wire transfer came through, can I get two managers cheques made out for twenty five million in the name of Citron Homes Limited and the balance to High End Luxury SUV International respectively please and can I wait on them?” “Sure where should I take the processing fees from? 

 Dominique could not help but laugh at the innocence and her excitement that she brought to the office.   He kept watching the clock as the hours passed by, he had spent almost 3 hours between the banks and acquiring the treat for his office manager. 

 The waves of passion settled between them as she felt the surge beneath her slowed before she started the dance of her hips as his hand reached and exposed her breasts and clutched her cheek of her glutes. Michelle was maestro with her instrument and she reached the peak of her passion she drove her hips harder and her clitoris caressed the root of Dominique’s manhood. Their passion and voices merged in unison as the sexual tension exploded in there orgasm. She collapsed atop him panting breathlessly.  

 Dominique hated cleaning up the garbage after the dogs invaded the garbage bin at the gate, but there was no way he could leave the garbage strewn across the gate for the entire weekend.  “Blasted dogs from up the road always kept finding a way to tear up the garbage and giving me work to clean up and worse of all I have to be doing it by hand. I need to get the garbage container repaired. I am sick and tired of having to come out here to clean up what other people cause by having their dogs loose,&rdq

 Dominique took his cue and eventhough he felt better that he had revealed his secrets about the car and the office as well as the townhouses, he knew that questions were going to come.  “Thank you for your time Ari and we look forward to hearing from you soon.” 

 Marsha Martin rolled over in the bed and felt for her husband and could not find him. The pillow was cold and so was the sheet. “Again!.” She muttered and hissed her teeth and reached for the cellphone on the bedside table to check the time. The light from the phone caused her eyelids to squint. “What! It is 3:30am and no Dominique.” She said and sighed heavily  “This madness has to stop. Is this blasted business more important than me now?” She asked. 

 Major Lennox Robinson held the spliff between the index finger and the thumb of his left hand. The browning 1911 was clutched tightly in his right hand. His piercing hazel eyes could barely be seen through the bleached dreads he had been wearing for the last year and half. Lennox was deep undercover and had been embedded with the Gotcha gang in negril. Whitey as he was called was ruthless.Whitey infiltrated a notorious gang and became it's second in command.  His testim