“I’m certain they both knew this is the only place I’d suggest.”
“It’s incredible.”
Pablo slips his arms around me, and I lean against his chest as we look out the window. My fears slip away, and I pray we can come here again one day under better circumstances.
“Chiquita, you must be starving. Let’s make something to eat. My stomach doesn’t know what meal it’s expecting. It just wants something.”
“I am, and mine too.”
We head upstairs again and into the kitchen. Much like the house in Colombia, there are plenty of nonperishable items stocked in the kitchen.
“El patrón?”
“Sí.”
“¿Podemos traer las compras?” May we bring the groceries in?
“Sí.”
Three guys enter the house from the garage with our luggage and bags of food. I expected the luggage but not the food.It’s what I couldn’t identify earlier. Maybe they loaded these provisions before the jet landed since they were at the waiting helicopters before us.
They didn’t enter the house without Pablo’s permission. It makes me wonder where they sleep when they’re here. I help unpack, and it surprises me the variety of fruits, vegetables, and meat I discover. We’ll certainly eat well while we’re here.
The men disappear, and it leaves Pablo and me to move around the kitchen. We work well together, and it’s not long before we have steak and three side dishes ready. We share stories about our childhood, and he learns more about my time in America and why I moved back. He admitted he’d heard about my mom’s cancer. We share silent sadness as we both reflect upon our mothers’ illnesses.
We do the dishes and tidy up the kitchen together before making a bowl of popcorn. I don’t expect him to practically soak it in butter, but he can tell I’m not objecting. He confesses it’s a secret indulgence.
It’s not long before we’re curled up on the comfiest couch I’ve ever been on. The fireplace crackles beneath the television mounted on the wall. It shouldn’t surprise me that the Wi-Fi signal is so strong. We watch three movies on a streaming service Pablo projects from his phone before we head to bed. I love every minute of our evening together. It was like one a normal couple has, and that makes me nervous.
Chapter Sixteen
Pablo
I rarely sleep in because I have far too much on my mind between the businesses I own and Cartel responsibilities. There’s just not much time to sleep beyond sunrise if I also want to work out twice a day. Before spending time with Flora, working out and hanging out with family were my only ways to relax. I’ve always been someone who needs physical activity to remain focused.
I used to drive my parents nuts because I was constantly on the go. I can rememberMamáhearing other parents who had daughters watch my brother and me play. We were what people would call “all boy all the time.”
The parents of girls would smirk at my parents and say things like, “Don’t they keep you on your toes?” while my parents were going in different directions after us. It’s not like Juan and I were disobedient children. Just the opposite. We had a healthy fear of disobeying our parents, but we were just active.
Me in particular.
My parents would grin and bear the comments. But I remember when I became a tween, I overheardMamáoncetalking to mytías, who also only had sons. It was when the other parents’ daughters moved into puberty and hormones. She said Juan and I might have been exhausting for the first ten years of our lives, but the other parents had the rest of their lives to deal with their daughters.
The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, and the house faces west, so the room has only a hint of soft light. It’s enough to allow me to see Flora sleeping beside me. I continue my silent musings while enjoying observing the gorgeous woman beside me.
There are my companies I own separately from the Cartel. I have a biotech company based in California. An oil refinery off the coast of Colombia. The region where our family’s home is produces nearly a third of all the oil drilled in Colombia. I have three international car dealerships. One in Monte Carlo, one in Dubai, and one in Tokyo. I also own an all-inclusive resort in the Caymans. Those are just my foreign enterprises.
I think about my duties that fall to my cousins now that I’m mostly incommunicado. At home, I oversee our legal Cartel enterprises. That’s all our bodegas, cash-checking stores, and strip clubs. They’re heavily cash-based businesses that allow us to pass money through them that comes out squeaky clean. I’ve left all these responsibilities to the other guys, but I’m certain they understand.
None of us has been into strip clubs since we were barely legal to drink. Since my cousins and I have either had subs or arrangements at BDSM clubs, we don’t need to watch women slide up and down poles at our strip clubs if we want to get hard. Besides, we absolutely allow no touching at our clubs, so it’s not like we went to any of them to get off.
Javier’s with Madeline now, so I know he won’t take over their management. I’ll pass them on to either Joaquin or Jorge since I have even less than zero interest in going now that I’mwith Flora. Besides, I don’t want to put her in that position. Not because I fear her being insecure, but more out of respect. Alejandro’s far too busy with his travel to even consider.
As I continue to gaze at Flora, the temptation is far too great. I slip the sheet down to her waist as she sleeps on her back. Full round tits are like a homing beacon to me because it’s clear she spends plenty of time outside in a bathing suit. Her bikini tops leave half of her breasts paler than the rest of her chest, shoulders, and arms. They’re like a lighthouse in my raging storm of lust.
I lean forward and suck on one, loving how the nipple hardens against my tongue. I watch her face as she moans but does nothing else. I switch to her other one, massaging the breast I just left, my thumb rolling over the nipple to keep it hard. When her tits have matching puckered darts, I stroke my cock twice. I slip my fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit. In her sleep, she opens her legs to me. I inch my fingers inside, finding she’s still wet from the cum I left in her before we both passed out hard last night.
Her pussy’s ready for me.
