4. Kahlo

                       "When did you get back?"

I stop, one of my eyebrows lifting in annoyance "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I heard you were back. How is your asshole uncle?"

"Still the same" I reply running a hand through my wet hair "Why do you expect him to be any different?"

"Who knows? He might have discovered God or joined some cult that convinced him he should die first before he fully becomes one of them. I would donate all my money to that cult by the way"

"Keep dreaming" I drop the towel and walk to the closet butt naked. Nina whistles and her heels click on the floor as she follows me. I look over my shoulder to find her leaning against the door frame. Her eyes run over my naked frame.

"I'm starting to think that you're showing off how well you're hung so I'd regret turning you down"

"Do you?"

"Maybe"

"Your problem. If my nakedness is bothering you, get out" When I first brought her here, she didn't even have the guts to look me in the eyes. Now she walks around as if she owns the place and isn't afraid of making me angry. People think of me as the milder version of my uncle but that doesn't mean I'm a saint. At the first sign of betrayal, I will fucking end her. She knows that but she's not afraid. At least, not anymore. Then again, this is what happens when you empower a woman. Before we met, she was just another girl my uncle was going to use. She had no power, no friends, and no family to help her.

I remember how, even though she was scared, she looked me straight in the eyes and begged me to save her. No words were spoken but her eyes told me everything. I asked my uncle to give her to me that same day. He thought I wanted a plaything so he readily agreed. My plan was to give her money and let her go but she refused, claiming she had nowhere to go and would eventually land back in my uncle's hands. Back then I should have known she was going to be a nuisance.

The moment Nina broke out of her shell, I regretted bringing her here. She's rude, mouthy, and has a great pair of tits I'd like to sink my teeth into but she says our relationship wouldn't be the same if I fucked her. Yes, she's a great lawyer but I'm sure I can easily find another great lawyer out there. What I can't easily find is pair of great tits that are also natural. Everything these days is just plastic. There's no rush though. Eventually, she will end up under me and with my cock fucking those tits.

"Are you busy?"

"One of the machines at the factory is malfunctioning. I have to go look at it and decide if it needs repairing or if we should just replace it" I tell her grabbing a pair of boxers. Uncle Fan is not going to like that but we can't risk having accidents.

"Do you have to do it immediately or can you spare an hour?"

"What do you want?"

She pushes off the door and starts undoing the buttons on her shirt. My eyes sweep over her tall frame. Who knew eventually was around the corner? She could pass for a model. Her long and shapely legs move toward me as she shrugs off the shirt, revealing a black lace bra molded to her. Fuck, I can't wait to paint her chest with my cum. Dropping the boxers in my hands, I hook a finger on the waistband of her skirt and jerk her to me. The moment she's close, I nuzzle my face in the valley between her breasts.

"Do you have a crush on my boobs?"

"Lose the rest of the clothes before I tear them off" She unclips her bra and my mouth goes straight to one of her breasts before it touches the floor. I lick and bite around it before my lips close around the nipple. She inhales, her hands going to my shoulders. I switch to the other breast and take small bites, licking away the pain right after and then repeating the process all over again. I'm afraid an hour won't be enough to do everything I want to do to her.

"Kahlo..." She moans arching her back and pushing her chest further into my face. I'm in boob heaven but I force myself to stop and look into her eyes.

"This doesn't mean we're in a relationship or dating or shit like that"

"Are you sure you want to stick this inside me?" She asks slipping a hand between us to wrap her fingers around me.

"Honestly, I just want to fuck these," I say squishing her breasts together "I'm not interested in your pussy"

"You're such an asshole. You know that?"

"Runs in the family. Anyway, just keep in mind that this is just a fuck. Want my dick? I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly again. But anything else? You won't get it from me. Understood?"

"Yes, asshole. Now show me what this monstrous dick can do"

My mouth is on her neck when my phone suddenly rings. I'm tempted to ignore it but it could be important so I reach for it, swipe answer then put it on loudspeaker.

"What?"

"Sir, one of the workers just got injured and some idiot called the police"

Talk about great timing

"I'm on my way" I hung up and move away from Nina. She doesn't whine or ask me to put her first because she knows my job will always be my priority.

"Do you want me to come along?"

"Because showing up with a lawyer will put the cops at ease. I'll call you if I need your services" I quickly dress then grab my phone. I'm at the bedroom door when Nina asks,

"Should I stay or go?"

"I don't give a fuck. Just be naked and spread on my bed when I get back" Since I just got back from Mexico, my driver Hector isn't back yet. Whenever I leave the country, he normally visits his family so he'll come to work tomorrow. I get in my car thinking we now have to replace that damn machine. The fucking thing is going to be a headache since local companies are going to do everything to stop us from operating. Or hold us back for a few months so we can suffer irreparable losses. Maybe it's because I'm too occupied that I don't see the truck speeding toward me until it's too late. I try to get out of the way but there's nowhere to go.

There's ringing in my ears as my car flips a few times before landing. Despite wearing a seatbelt, my body is jostled and my head smashes against the window. The last thought I have is that I should have just fucked Nina. Uncle Fan always told me I cared too much about people who would only stab me in the back if given the chance. Why the fuck did I care about an injured worker who means nothing to me? There are managers and supervisors to do that. Why did I have to go there myself? Look at me dying because I cared about some fucker doing the same thing.

Fuck, I'm not ready for this. I need more time. I need...

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