Sex dealer

twenty-nine

a/n- I'm so fucking mad yo I had this whole chapter written and it's gone, like out of my fucking revision history too.

"Mufffiiin." Blake annoyingly hums into my ear.

"What?" I groan tiredly.

"Get ready and pack your shit." He says.

I shoot up in panic.

"Are you kicking me out?" I worriedly ask.

He stares blankly at my expression for a few seconds and starts laughing.

"No," he says in between laughs.

He pokes my nose playfully.

"We're going away for a week, on a holiday." He explains.

"Oh? Where to?" I ask curiously.

"My island." He simply replies.

"Your island?" I ask disbelievingly.

"Yeah, it's like an island, that I own." He explains slowly, as if speaking to a toddler.

I roll my eyes.

"You're so rich, how can you afford a fucking island?" I question.

"I mean it's not really mine, my dad owned it and I inherited it when he died. Obviously my parents didn't own all the women dealing shit, I started that." He explains.

"Oh." I say.

He nods. "Yeah."

"Blake, I want something." I say nervously.

"Anything." He says.

"I want you to stop getting more women kidnapped for the warehouse, please." I state.

"I stopped that the day we first kissed, you remember how I was yelling in my sleep and then I woke up and kissed you?" He asks.

I nod.

"Well I was having a dream about you, about how you were leaving and I didn't want you to. And that was when I realized I had major feelings for you. And I thought about how I wouldn't want you taken from me. And it made me realize, a lot of the women that are kidnapped have boyfriends, or husbands. They have people that they love and it must be so fucking hard, on their loved ones and on the women too, to be split from each other."

I blink in shock.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes, baby girl, really. Now get ready and take your time, we're not in a rush." He quickly kisses me and lies down on the bed and goes onto YouTube.

I yawn and get up, making my way into the bathroom.

I shower quickly, not wanting to stay in the hot water for too long since I think I have a slight fever.

I get out and wrap a towel around my body and the other around my hair.

Then, I walk into the room and head to the cupboard, trying to choose something to wear.

"Babe, do I wear something fancy, baggy or casual?" I ask Blake, turning around to look at him.

"Just wear something baggy, it's just gonna be the two of us there anyway." He replies.

"Okay."

If he said I could wear something baggy, I'm going to do just that.

I take an oversized dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey sweats and put them on.

Then, I reach to get a suitcase from under the bed but Blake stops me.

"Nah, go sit babe. I'll do this for you. I don't want you carrying shit or bending to pick things up, gotta take care of your back."

"It's fine, I can-" I go to say.

"No you can't do it, just tell me what to put in and I'll do it." He cuts me off.

I sigh and sit down, knowing I won't win this.

I tiredly lean my head against the beds headboard and tell Blake what to put in.

...

"Okay, I think we're good to go..." Blake trails off, looking at me for approval.

"Yeah," I nod. "I think we are."

"Great." He smiles and picks up both of our bags and starts walking up the stairs to the terrace where the heli landing thing is.

"Blake, seriously, I can carry my own bag." I protest, speed walking to keep up with his pace.

Long legged ass.

"Too bad." He says, paying no attention to me.

We reach the terrace and instantly, my hair starts blowing everywhere from the chopper.

"Damn." I say to myself as I tie it up into a messy bun.

I follow Blake onto the heli and sigh as I finally sit down, giving my aching feet a well deserved rest.

"Blake." I say.

"Yes my baby?" He asks back, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"How long is it gonna be to get there?" I ask tiredly.

"About two hours." He says.

"Mm, okay. Then imma sleep." I answer.

I lie down on Blake with my head on his lap.

Then, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

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