Chapter 21: Lance POV

**“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” -Oscar Wilde.**
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Damn the story Kay is telling me. It's amazing. It is full of love, war, and betrayal. If this story holds any truth to it, then it is gonna be nearly impossible for me to get Mistress Jackie to sell this place. Now I know it is not the monetary value, but the sentimental one is
the reason she won't sell this place. I picked her back up and placed her back on my lap and she continued the story.

“The Revolutionary War lasted about eight years. Dell's lawyer came home then and went to expedite Dell's will. When he got to the house, Georgina would not tell him where she sold Della to”, Kay said.

“Wow, what a bitch. How did he find Della? I asked to invest in the story.

“He put an ad in the paper when Della saw it. She went to his office and he told her about the will and told her she was not a slave because her mother was freed before she gave birth. And that the house, the same house that we are in now, is hers as well as all
Captain Dell's assets”, Kay said with a smile.

Kay goes on to say that the lawyer helped Della claim all that was rightfully hers. He showed proof that she was not a slave, and was sold illegally. The courts had no choice but to rule in favor of Della. Georgina was pissed and was thrown out in the streets. Not only did she have to pay back Della's illegal selling price, but she had to pay a fine because she sold Della, without knowing her freedom status, Kay said, smiling harder.

“Why was her mother's Freedom paper so important? I asked.

“Because in most states at that time, the freedom status of the mother during the time of birth determined the child's freedom status, no matter who the father is”, Kay explained.

She continues the story saying Della used what she learned and opened a brothel. A safe place for colored women who want to be independent. In fact, this house was one of the stops of the Underground Railroad. Damn, there is no way in hell Mistress Jackie will sell this to me. I got to figure out something damn this sucks.

“Every generation took over for the next. It is funny because all of Della's descendants had daughters. This business I have been in Mistress Jackie's family for generations", she said, and I got a glimmer of hope. Maybe Mistress Jackie's daughter with silence in me.

“Does Mistress Jackie have someone to take over?”, I asked.

“Yeah and no, Mistress Jackie does not have any children because she never married. However, her sister has a daughter”, Kay said.

“And let me guess, she doesn't want to take over. I get it I felt the same way about my father's companies. I did not want to take over. But the years of hard work should not be taken for granted. The companies will pass to my children", I said" I can't believe I just said that.

“The word is Mistress Jackie's niece has her own dreams. What would you do if you were in her shoes?", she asked, damn it. I have to be honest, but it is not like I am talking to Mistress Jackie's niece.

“Honestly, I will take over and have someone else run the business for me then, at least. The business and the income of the business will still be within the family", I said to her, and she smiled at me.

“Come with me, I want to show you something”, she said. They got up and pulled me out the door.

“Where are we going? I asked, walking with her down the hall.

“You see when we get there”, she then stopped in front of a wall, then pointed to the portraits.

I looked at the wall. There were three painted porches. They are very old velvet paintings. One is of a man in military uniform. He had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes and the next one was of a black woman wearing a simple white dress with her hair wrapped in a turban style. She had mocha skin and dark eyes. The last one took my breath away. The woman is wearing a crimson colonial gown with black lace overlay, and holding a black fan.

She has cinnamon skin and hazel eyes. She had a huge Ruby around her neck and diamond earrings hanging from her ears. The amazing part is that Kay looks like the woman in the portrait reading the crimson dress. I stood there in awe looking at the portraits. That's when I realized the ruby ring and the ruby necklace were the same stone. Both women are wearing the same ruby that is on the man's ring finger. The earrings of the woman in the middle are the same as the woman at the end.

“Who?..... Who are they? I ask confused.

“The man is Captain Dale, the next one is Hazel, the last one is Della, she said, looking at me, then looking at them.

“You look just like Della, I said.

“Yeah, I get that all the time”, she said with a laugh, but I found it weird that she looked like someone she was not related to and on top
of that, even with the mask, I can see the similarities.

We walked further down the hall to the other portraits that were of different women wearing the same outfit Della is wearing in her portrait. The whole area is covered with portraits. In the last one on the wall is mistress Jackie next to her is a woman who looks like Della and Kay, but more like Kay.

“Who is this woman? “, I asked, pointing to the portrait next to Mistress Jackie.

“That is Mistress Yvette. She was Miss Jackie's sister “, Kay said with a sad tone.

“Where is her daughter's portrait”, I asked.

“Only those who take over after the last get a portrait, taken. All of them have on the same gown Della wore with the jewelry, the ruby Dell wore as a symbol of his love for Hazel. The earrings he bought for Hazel when she told him she was pregnant. They have been in the family for generations”, she said, looking proudly out at the wall.

“What do you mean, she was Mistress Jackie's sister?", I asked.

“She died from cancer three years ago. It hit her family hard. Her husband, some say, died from a broken heart", she said with more sadness in her voice.

“It takes a certain type of man to marry a woman in this business," I said without even thinking. I mentally slap myself.

“Yeah, it takes a strong one”, she said with a smile.

I smiled at her and picked her up bridal style and walked her back to her room. I gently placed her on the bed. Then little in her eyes. Damn, she is beautiful. Under any other circumstances, I would love to make her mine.

“Can I kiss you?", I asked nervously.

"Yes, you can kiss me", she said with a smile.

When my lips touched hers, I felt so good. Damn, I have never kissed a woman like this. Her lips taste sweet like honey, her smell is of roses. If I was a bee, I would be in heaven after the kiss. I undid my tie and took off my shirt. My pants are getting tight because my hard dick is banging to be freed and deep inside her. I smirked at her and she smiled.

I took off her stockings and then I turned her over and I undid her corset. Her ass is eating her thong she got on. I rubbed her back, then kissed her. I kissed her all the way down to her ass. I give her ass a nice rub it. Watch it wiggle a turn. Kate got back over on her back. She said well relaxed, I got off the bed and took off my pants, leaving myself only in my boxer briefs. Taking off her underwear. I want her to be bare and exposed. We continue to look at each other in the eyes. I grabbed the box of condoms and opened it and took one condom out.

It took off my boxer briefs. Then I got between the one place I had been dying to be all week, between her thighs. With one hand, I fingered her with the other. I put the condom on, damn. She is tight on my fingers and I do not know any better. I would have thought she was a virgin. I look at her for permission to put my dick inside her. She nods eagerly, looking at me with want in her eyes. I grabbed each of her legs and pulled her close to me. My tip breached at her entrance. Damn, she is hot and ready for me as soon as I entered her, we both moaned, damn she is fucking tight, FUCK!