Iris wasn't used to much, she was just a hardworking woman with no past, present, or future. She had no life and found a man that could upgrade her, but the way they meet is far from the usual. She had her doubts, as did he but the two build an empi...
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"¿Mr. King, te gusta tu habitación?" A tan skinned woman with dark brown hair with blonde highlights approached him. She had on a pant suit, and seemed to be a business woman. She gave me cartel vibes, but I wasn't gonna assume. Mr. King, how are you liking your room.
"Sí, es hermoso, gracias. Te agradezco por proporcionarme a mí y a mi esposa un lugar para quedarnos," he responded and I raised my eyebrows. This nigga knew how to speak spanish, he had to be dangerous. It's beautiful, thank you. I appreciate you for providing me and my wife with a place to stay.
"Could y'all speak English?" I mumbled, picking at my nails.
The lady smiled softly and looked over to me. "I apologize, it's nice to meet you Mrs. King. He's told me all about you," she had a thick accent but that's not what struck my attention. Who the fuck is Mrs. King?
I looked over to Kilante and smirked at him. He is one dirty ass nigga and once she leaves, he's gonna have a lot of explaining to do.
"I haven't heard much about you, he keeps his business and all other things away from me. But I do thank you for giving us a place to stay, and it's Iris, nice to meet you," I smiled at her, standing up to shake her hand firmly.
I took acting class in college, I dropped out but these skills have brought me a long ass way.
"I am Rahel Rodriguez, me and my family create the finest jewelry in the world. And with your husbands brand, we could definitely do great business together." She looked over to him and grabbed her suitcase from the table and nodded to Kilante. "I will see you later in our meeting,"
"Alright, thank you again Rahel," he waved at her and I gave her enough time to walk out of the room. My pimp hand was itching but I know laying hands on him would be like signing my own death certificate.
"Care to explain?" I cocked my head to the side and crossing my arms.
"Look, I know shit seem weird but this is for a good cause aight? This woman is apart of the biggest drug smugglers in the world, I'm helping her out. She needs me and I need her, so just trust the process, I had to do some sugar coating to make ha' trust me," he licked his lips. "I wasn't explaining until we got here,"
"We had a ride to the airport, a flight, and a car ride over here and you couldn't let me know we were playing house? Thanks for the fucking heads up," I rolled my eyes at him and he started to chuckle, like always.
"From this day forward I'll keep it blunt witchu, but knowing yo' hardheaded ass we wouldn't be in Mexico until it was too late," he licked his lips and pulled me into his chest, his hand on the bottom of my back. "Can you trust me?"
"Looks like I don't have a choice but to," I looked into his eyes, his cold breath hitting my neck before he placed his lips on me. "You just think cause you rich and powerful you can do what you want, if I consent to this crazy ass fucking idea you brewed up I want my freedom and when we get back I want a car, and my own apartment,"
"You getting beside yaself sweetheart, let's take baby steps, I'a get you a car but an apartment? I don't trust you enough for that but we'll work on it," he smiled against the skin on my neck. "And I can do what I want, long as you okay with that,"
"And what if I wasn't okay with it?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I'd stop, go in the other room and play house when we need to but I know you don't want that. Deep down I can hear you, you can't resist the urge and I can't either," he licked his lips and smirked, letting me go and cuffing his sleeves. "But we ain't ready for that yet,"
Why?
I really hate this man but then again he turns me in on in ways I never imagined. Never had a man play with me to this extent, he was mind fucking me on a whole other level.
"Get freshened up, we going out," he turned toward me and I just raised an eyebrow.
"I thought we were going on a vacation, you got me out here working," I smacked my lips and fell back on the King sized mattress, it felt like it was feather padded it was so soft.
"I hired you to work for me," he scrunched his face up. "We are out here, working, so go get in the shower. I got a dress in there just for you and your ring is on the sink in the bathroom. And don't take all day to get ready,"
"I'm gonna take my time, don't want your wife walking outside looking like anything now do you?" I raised a brow and he gave me a nod in agreement.
"Like I said, don't take all day," he said walking off giving me my deserved space.
I sighed and opened up my suitcase pulling out all of my essentials, my soaps, my shampoo, and everything else I needed to get ready.
I stepped into the large bathroom, the mirror took up majority of the wall. I had to stop and glimpse at myself, he did a good job at picking his wife.
The ring that I had to wear was on the sink, this was equivalent to a fucking rock. It was huge and I slid it onto my ring finger, it fit just perfectly.
Was this man catching feelings for me? I don't know but it just seems like this man has some strange attachment to me.
I removed the ring and ran my water, ready to wash my body and get ready for whatever event we were headed to.
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hi babes 🥰 i'm slowly putting myself back into writing. ima be back i just need time.
i hope y'all liking this story, it's another short story but just like thug love it's gonna be long.
how y'all feeling about kilante? he got BDE and i can't mf stand it.
