It was a blissful perfect morning. I was Sliding through a short curve along the road as I continued jogging down the lonely estate with my music pod blasting in my ears. It was as early as 5:00 in the morning when I had left to burn up some accumulated calories and sugar that I had last night through late dinner. It was just like a normal routine to work out three times a week. Two hours lasted as I sprint through the neighboring basement, seeing a couple having their garden cleaned. There was lots of trimming work going on the plant flowers. Their furious-looking dog was taking its lesion moment on a cleared part of the garden, as saliva drips from its mouth, two seconds later, it began barking. "Shut up, bullet!." An older voice shunned, who I assumed to be the owner. The lady looked older than the man, likely in her late 40's. I waved at them but didn't stop till I got home. It was more of a greeting from strangers because we never get to roll well as compatriots.
Alastair) Have always looked good, comfortable or rather stunning in suits. It was never the first time but I felt uncomfortable today. Dressed in one of my new designer's white suits that I had custom made in Hong Kong. it's Always professional… like a regular thing to be in a suit anyways. It was a funeral service of one of the ranchers who had been a good friend and a lot of brothers. I glanced at their faces in the arena, they were weeping and some others were just standing and their mouths covered with masks. 'Not everything that glitters is Gold, don't trust no one_dont even trust yourself' the strong belief came through again but I didn't mind as I continued. Within hours, the corpse was placed below the pebbles and everyone was paying their due reverence, I had stayed just long enough to pay my respect and sample the carefully prepared luncheon. Saddened that a good friend had gone on to that other side of the world, I headed for my car. The cars were also whit
(Latifa)Call him? Don't call him! Call him? Don't!Those were rent-free in my head and its repetition slavish. Dizziness flooded my sense of reasoning and as tipsy as I was, I was still concerned. My friend could laugh for all they care but I was enticed by my thoughts. Last night, I was not having it when I tried making out with a client for ease of mind's sake. I went to the very club where I had met Alastair for the first time to have a drink. On getting there I popped into a man who convinced me to keep my night warm. We had a couple of drinks, a few chops, pizza, and extra drinks. My friends and I were enjoying the whole company and at the same time, they were scared for me, they knew how captive I have been held by Alastair's love, and with the act, I was displaying right there, they were totally against it. They left with their sponsors for tonight leaving me with the least of them. I pulled up with him in a room he had paid for and let him kiss me all over my body, with his f
(Latifa pov) As early as seven o'clock in the morning I had woken up from my bed, making breakfast, fried plantain with a cereal when I heard Wendy calling out my name from the door entrance."You have a package Latifa_come sign it," Wendy said "I didn't place an order for anything," I said, with my flip-flop responding as I stepped out with my robe on. "Well, it's well described as yours…come down_okay?... She's coming." "Okay?" I purred out Delivery man: please, sign here ma'am."What are they?" I asked the delivery man but he had replied with confidential principles and I let it slide. The package came with a big carton as a package which it can always be. Like a little product from Amazon with lots of cartons attached. I began to open the box.I was shocked, stunned on seeing..."Wow! Gadgets?" Betty screamed in surprise with her hands cupping her mouth, her warm eyes speaking more than her mouth could do. She hugged me so tight, then released me and kissed me all around
Latifa POV Is not all about who cares now, because they don’t care, and I don’t care either. I just have to seal every business with them, giving them my time and body, moaning for hours on different beds, and as usual, I’m never minding how ‘they are all the same cock and bull stories, or how they try to criticize me off guard. I fucking got some dollars to pay. I hurried out of my little house, speeding as I struggled to put on my other heels, I slammed the door behind me and locked it. “Hey, taxi!... let's go, I'm late for the club,” I said, as I continued to fix my earring, lip gloss, and eyeliner “Ok, location?...” “Just drive straight, down the street” I directed him. I began searching for my phone inside my portable bag to call the other girls I had been working with. My little family. One is my senior and the other, my age mate, We’ve got each other’s back anything, any day. But at the end of the day, it comes down to being just business partners. I've got privacy to conse
“Latifa? Yeah. am I right?” I flinched, making a turn to see who called me by my real name. With My heart panting so fast. 🍂rule no 1# a whore never reveals their real names. I was gonna pretend like he’d mistaken me for someone else but then I couldn't hold it anymore. I turned. “Do I know you?” I asked on seeing this tall, handsome man with his gloomy eyes browsing through mine, it rendered me speechless, damn! what a specification, but he does look friendly. But The way he called out my name with His heavy voice startled me too but seemed like it was gonna be a long and recommended night. I guess he didn’t notice how nervous he made me, or does he know what I do already? I guess yes. “I don’t think you do...” he replied, walking closer to me “Yeah, I don’t think so too” I replied anxiously, waiting to hear what next he got to say to me. “Hey, barman, please pass me 2 extra glasses but make it mixed with spirits, Rektyfikowany, high concentrate.” He made an expensive orde
Latifa POV“Okay? Why don't you take me back to where am coming from if you are too mighty to be questioned like that and get your ass a wife too, pay me off and I will fucking leave your bushy evergreen forest called an estate? I don't like this” I purred out angrily.“Haha, I never knew whores seek attention...Uhm..lovely” he held my hand and walked me to the wall, with my back laid against it as he sniffed on me again, my heart started racing and I could feel the sweat proving its way beneath my shoe, and it began to slip. Just one more word from him and it will go down tonight. “Not your way, Latifa, ..” Alastair said releasing me from his warmth and creamed skin “..You need to shower” he confessed. covering his face with both hands.“OMG,” I gasped as I detached myself from him. I walked into a private space with my emotions at it again, all I needed, what to remind myself why I was there in the first place, If only this young, handsome man would stop messing with my brains. I l
(Alastair Pov) Being a crazy rich bachelor doesn't stop me from getting as many women as I want for myself, wet dripping. All it takes is ‘power’ and a lot of money that could make death bow on thy feet. Power!. I sat at the meeting, listening to many cracking sounds which made me uneasy and sick every single time, I was seated like a small boy that’s being forced to listen to old profitable conversations. “Go straight to the point, project manager, this is an hour to my break time” I was losing my patience, watching the whole scenario becoming more exhausting for me. I patiently waited. Kept listening. It was a challenge I had to deal with every weekday just to keep up the big life I desire. While the meeting was ongoing, all I could think of was sex, I craved sex, I need...Latifa to quench my urge. I signed to my driver standing right behind me, making him bow to the level of my mouthpiece and I whispered. “Escort miss Latifa to me” glancing through my wrist to check my watc