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He sat beside her, staring at her beautiful face. Her long eyelashes fanning over her cheeks as she slept innocently, his soared with the feelings he had for his beautiful Plum. She was so innocent, beguiling and enchanting. And the way she got angry and didn’t talk to him, it was bad; the last two days were a hell. He couldn’t touch her, hold her and feel her body against his and he couldn’t talk to her. She was being so immature and gullible; he worried about her all the time.
His mind went to the day he returned home and couldn’t find her. It was as if his heart had stopped breathing. He had roared at Brian who quickly came with the CCTV footage, his heart had dropped when he saw her getting into the car of a stranger; her so called friend Jessica who was probably taking advantage of his beautiful wife’s talent. He felt so protective and possessive, he didn’t want anyone to make her cry, god knew what could happen if anyone even touched his little squirrel.
Her naked body writhed under the sheets and his c*ck came to life. Last night was amazing, the way her body wrapped around him as he drove her to the oblivion. It was the best sex he had ever had; nothing could compare the intimacy between them. She had such a soft body that was slightly plump and it felt so good against his heavily muscled one.
He nuzzled his nose against her neck and she sighed softly and fluttered her eyes open.
“Arsenio San,” she softly whispered his name in his ear and he looked at her.
Her cheeks were flushed and she looked so adorable. He was completely under this fairy’s spell. He was wrapped around her little finger and she didn’t even know.
“My squirrel,” he whispered and she cooed softly.
“You came from the gym?” she inquired and tightened the sheet around her body. She was so shy.
“I did, you should come sometimes, lift some weights,” he teased her.
“I do yoga in evenings, in case you were not aware,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“Really? Well then why do you stay under me every night, show me those stretches baby girl,” he crooned.
She gasped and lightly punched his chest with her tiny fists.
“You cannot say things like that,” she whispered, her cheeks burning and eyes hiding from him.
“Why not, you are my beloved wife,” he said and attempted to remove her bed sheet.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“Why do you think? I want my wife….”
“San! We cannot have the s*x in morning,” she explained to him.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because it is for night time only,” she whispered.
He grinned and shook his head.
“We can do it anytime possible, now show me those stretches,” he said and took the bed sheet off her body. Revealing her naked self, she had the most glorious body ever, her fully luscious breasts and her plump p*ssy. She was glorious.
He laid down on the bed and pulled her over him. He lowered his basketball shorts and made her straddle him.
“Now ride me,” he commanded.
She bit her lip and gently took him inside, her tightness adjusted around his thick girth and he hissed. She moaned sweetly and took his entire length. She bit her lip and closed her eyes and slowly started to move.
“Yes, just like that,” he said and slowly she began to ride. Her breasts bounced and she moaned sweetly.
He turned to the girl, Jessica Smalls, major fashion and social media influencer. A girl from Detroit, coming with nothing and working her way up the ladder, Jessica had the same story as him and Hector. She had an alcoholic and crackwhore for a mother and a slew of ex-boyfriends, who were often dealers.
Sawyer had found every detail on her.
She had come to New York City with nothing in hand, she was working two jobs and living in the shadiest parts of the city and worked in the seediest bars. Had it not been the generosity of his sweet wife, she would have still been trying to make her ends meet. Plum had given her a plush waitressing jobs that paid enough for her to start her side hustle, social media influencing. Within six months she was getting sponsorship deals and now had a column in a famous magazine and impressive internships.
Her cell phone records had shown the number of times she had called or texted Plum. She was the overbearing kinds, the one that stuck to you like a leech; she took his wife’s generosity as an invitation for friendship and now wanted to build an entire fashion line with her.
There had to be an ulterior motive. No one could be as genuine and nice as Jessica was being; though Sawyer had found nothing of this sort that would prove his claim.
“So, Plum has told me a lot about you,” Arsenio said.
“All good things I hope,” Jessica said and smiled. It was that professional photo shoot smile.
“Plum is not capable of saying anything negative, she is genuine and honest and always looks for good,” he praised his wife, taking Plum’s hand in his and smiling at her.
His wife giggled, she looked so ecstatic that her friend was here. He prayed to god, he didn’t want Jessica to be an evil bitch, which would just break his Plummy’s heart.
“I heard you had a brother Mr Torres,”
“I still do Ms Smalls,” Arsenio drawled, “he is in Chicago for a business meeting.”
“That’s great, I am sure you must have heard about our little business venture. Plum and my fashion house,” Jessica winked and Plum gushed.
“I sure did, but I have a few questions,” Arsenio said.
“Go ahead Mr Torres,”
“The two of you are still very young, this is the time to work under different designers and learn from them. Why are you starting at this moment?” Arsenio asked. Plum’s smile faltered but she turned to Jessica.
“Mr Torres, I can ask you the same question! You could’ve worked with some other company but you started your firm in the third year of your college. I seriously believe that you need smartness and ambition which both Plum and I have,” Jessica said.
Smart bitch, Arsenio gave her a nod.
“That is good to hear,” he said, “but why Plum?”
“It is simple. If there can be anyone who is genuine, talented and focussed then it is Plum. She is not maligned with contempt, she is friendly and she is supremely talented. She thinks she is lesser than everyone else and undermines her achievement. But I clearly remember that her first line she had put out two seasons ago was an instant hit and she was immediately hired by Gucci as an intern. We were all so jealous of her,” Jessica said.
That was the truth; his Plum had the habit of undermining her achievements. She never talked about them and nor was she proud of them. He frowned at her and she looked down at her hands.
Till now Jessica seemed genuine. But he would keep a close eye on her.
“I will go to washroom,” Plum whispered to him and walked out of the room.
Arsenio turned to Jessica with a scowl on his face.
“I don’t understand what game you are playing Ms Smalls, but I wasn’t you to know that you cannot take advantage of Plum that easily. Your forthcoming attitude is suspicious and it is funny how you want to friend’s with someone like my Plum who minds her own business. If I feel that you are cheating on her then I will make sure that you will not be able to find a place to hide because I will destroy you,” Arsenio snarled.