(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
Latifa“Don’t tell me that, mama! I sent you money last week ago...well that's it, you call me when you need money and it never gets me by surprise anymore” I conversed through the phone. just when I thought I was having a good time with my dirty reflections about the last time with Alastair.only if I could stay a week without being a sadist or sad, I would be glad. I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with a piece of cloth. The call was already getting me off the mood and making me so pissed that I wanted to cry more. I sob behind the call till I finally burst into tears, am not crying because she demanded some money, I weep because in all they have done to me in the past I still can't find a place in my heart to turn her down or punish them due to some facts known to me, all I need was sincere courage for that. it's just another needle that pierces my heart and I can't escape it. My stepmother, Mrs. Houston might have it
Alastair POVI woke up wondering what I had done wrong.Am I that horrible as a person?she left_without asking for any money and it's been two weeks counting? Maybe she hates me big time.Oh,c'moń, I get it, she thought I had begged more like she's an air I need every day, ...no!I have things that keep me busy and a lot of p***y that turn up when I want.Multiples of thoughts ran through my mind instantly as I could only fall for each of them every time “But why can't I have just this one to myself” I whispered to the second voice inside me “Why?” I mumbled again to my hearing I left for work with the boys as I do every day skipping breakfast. But always on my top-notch collection hopping in my newest version of the car, with my thick glasses laid perfectly on my eyesWhen I got to the office there was a mug of coffee on my desk which I as
Latifa’s I've not been able to work or even think properly as it all goes down to my bed. crying myself to sleep has become the deal of each day, and I wouldn't know why it happens. Am just too broken, cashless, depressed, and not able to feed well. talking about food my stomach growled as I held it tightly, with my heart racing so hard What's taking wendy so long to be here, am so famish I walked to the kitchen and began to eye-clean the untidiness of the areas, a bunch of dirty plates in the sink, broken glasses laying over the flour and spilled mixed species “Where should I start from? ..gosh” kicking the bowl that obstructed my view