Ashley looked at Jordan with a frown. The man sure moved fast. "Are you sure it's a good idea, mom?" she asked, closing her eyes, not wanting to see her mother falling into Jordan's cobweb.
"I've asked around, and they seem to be good people. I'm sure it will be great. I'll be able to get out of this place." Her mother said, and she sounded so happy, that she didn’t dare say anything else.
"Then I'm more than happy for you, mami. When are you moving out?" she asked, holding back a sigh.
"In two days. I've packed all our things. You'll even have a room for yourself there."
"I'm very happy, mom, and I can't say I'll miss our old house." She said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Me neither. I've warned our landlady that I was leaving. I believe she was very happy." Her mother said, giggling.
"Wouldn’t it have been better to wait a little?" Ashley asked, unsure.
"No, sweetie. If it doesn’t work, we'll find a better place to live in." Her mother said, completely decided.
"You're right mom. But I'm sure you'll love it."
"Yes, me too."
She talked a few more minutes with her mother before she ended the call. She stayed in silence for a few moments.
"Well, you sure move fast, señor Martinez." She said, with a grimace, getting up and facing him.
"Your mother is happy with her new job?" he asked, not even pretending not to know what she was talking about.
"Yes, she is in seventh heaven and you know that." She said, getting up.
"Aren't you happy for her?"
"Yes, but I can't help being scared as well." She sighed. "She will be caught in your cobweb, even if she doesn’t know."
He grinned. "It can be a very pleasant place."
"For those in your grace."
"Of course. Could it be otherwise?"
"I guess not." She sighed once more and turned to look out of the window.
He crossed the room and stood behind her. "There's no need to worry so much. Your mother will be well cared for."
"As long as I do as you say."
"We all have to pay a price for everything, in this life." He said, cynically.
"No kidding… well, I'm not happy with my share."
He rested his hands over her shoulders, caressing her gently. "It's life."
"Well, I'm not happy with mine." She said, and taking his hands off of her shoulders, she walked out of the room. Fortunately, he didn’t follow her, because she needed time alone.
The next couple of days went by in a blur. He spent a lot of time with her, and not only when he was having sex with her. He took her for long walks on the beach, they talked for hours, swinging on the hammock, or when they laid in each other's arms, after passion had subsided.
"Do you want to do this your whole life?" she asked one night, while they were watching the stars.
"Make love to you? Yes, I think I could do that." He said teasingly.
"You know I'm not talking about that." She said, with a frown.
He sighed, and pulled her closer to him. "This is all I know. My father showed me the 'business' as soon as I got out of high school. I'm his only son and he wanted my help."
"Did you know what he was involved with?"
"Yes, he never hid it from me."
"And you never wanted to do anything else? Your life dream was to follow in your father's footsteps?" she asked more curious, than judgmental.
"Actually, I wanted to be an architect. I used to dream that I would be able to tear down all the terrible houses where people live, in Caracas, and build decent houses for everybody." He said, and she could swear she heard a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"You didn’t get to study it?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.
"No, my father needed me, and besides, those were just a kid's dreams."
She stayed silent, but in that moment she would have been able to kick his father in his balls. Why some parents imposed their own dreams onto their kids? She couldn’t understand it.
They returned to Margarita two days later, but just for her to pick up the rest of her things. He needed to be in Caracas, and he had no intention of leaving her behind. So they spent one night on the island and left for Caracas.
When they arrived at the airport, a private plane was waiting for them. They were about to board it when Sergeant Hernandez showed up.
"Mr. Martinez, what a pleasure to see you again." He said with a greasy smile, his eyes piercing Ashley as he always did, every time he saw her.
"Sergeant, how are you?" Jordan greeted the man. "All in order here?"
"Yes, yes… I see you kept the woman for yourself." he commented, with a lustful smile.
"Yes, I did." The impatience in Jordan's voice must have been evident even for a man like the sergeant, because he got to the point immediately.
"I just wanted to let you know I was deployed back to Caracas, so I'll be working on Maiquetia." He said, referring to the main airport.
"Good, that's very good. I'm sure we'll be able to do business there as well."
"Yes, sir, I'm looking forward to that."
"Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Yes, of course… have a pleasant flight." The man said, in that subservient way he had whenever he was around people he considered important. It was disgusting.
They boarded the plane and in less than an hour, they were landing in the Carlota airport, a small airport in the centre of Caracas.
Wilson was waiting for them there, with another SUV. He drove them to Jordan's house, a small mansion in one of the best areas of the city, Valle Arriba. As the house in Margarita, this one was also surrounded by high walls, and all kinds of surveillance and security measures.
"You sure like to protect your houses." Ashley said with a grimace.
"One of the clean companies I have is dedicated to just that: installing security systems for people who can afford them. Therefore, my houses have to be an example of what I sell." He explained with a wink.
"Storm Security is yours?" she asked, surprised, mentioning one of the biggest security companies of the country.
"Yes. I inherited some money from my grandmother and decided to invest it in a clean company." He explained.
"Nice." The house had huge gardens and a big pool. It was a two storage construction, with walls covered in pink marble, and huge panoramic windows. Inside, like in the island, the house was decorated with elegance and luxury. It was breathtaking.
"Do you like it?" he asked, with a smile.
"It's lovely." She said, with a smile.
He showed her the way to his bedroom, and a maid followed them to help her organize all her things in his dressing room.
"Are you sure you want me in your bedroom? I'll occupy more than half of your dressing room." She said with a grimace.
"I'm sure. So take all the room you need." He said with a mischievous smile.
"Alright, it's your call." She said raising her hands, in playful surrender.
He left her there with the maid.
"So, you are…?" Ashley turned to look at the maid.
"My name is Maria, miss."
"Well, Maria, let's get to work." Ashley started opening the suitcases, and putting away the clothes.
It took them almost two hours to organize it all, and at the end, she was feeling tired and all sweaty. It was past five in the afternoon, and all she wanted was a good bubble bath.
She went to the bathroom and she wasn’t disappointed to see there was a huge Jacuzzi in it. She filled it with warm water and a lot of bubbles, before she soaked her body in it. She had been there for a few minutes when the door opened up and Jordan came in.
"Uhm, you read my mind."
"Oh, no, no… this is a moment for Ashley… a moment of peace and relax." She protested, when she saw him taking off his clothes and walking towards the tub.
"Ashley's moments are always Jordan's moments." He assured with a grimace, entering
the tub, placing himself behind her, sitting her between his legs. "Besides, you can relax with me as well."
"Really? And that thing poking my buttocks doesn’t exist, right? It's just part of my feverish imagination.
"But of course… I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, and she could hear the amusement in his tone, while he kissed and nibbled her ears, down her neck and over her shoulder, sending small shudders through her spine.
She wiggled her hips against his hard cock, feeling it go even harder. "Are you sure? I would bet my life on it."
He laughed and pulled her even closer to him. "Just your imagination…"
"Well, I sure have quite an imagination." She giggled.
"Yes… you must have…" he teased her, closing his legs underneath her, and making her bend a little, to give him more access to her pussy, and pulling her closer to his hard shaft.
"Yes… that must be my imagination as well, right? I'm not really being poked by a hard cock…"
"No, and this isn’t real either…" he said, chuckling as he shoved himself deep inside her, going as deep as he could, before pulling her back against his chest, making her impale herself on him.
"Oh, god." She whimpered, as his shaft stretched her, making way for itself, stealing the air from her lungs, making her pant.
"Nothing real could feel this good…" he whispered in her ears, making her ride him, using the water to pull her up and down his cock.
"Yes… that's true… it can't be real…" she managed to mutter.
He ran his hands over her sides to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them a little, as he helped her ride him, going deeper inside her with each thrust.
After a few minutes, he made her stay on all fours inside the water, allowing him to take her from behind, his hands clawed at her buttocks as he plunged in and out of her, relishing in her moans and whimpers, matching his own grunts.
Soon, he was able to feel her walls clenching hard around his cock and her body shuddering as the waves of an orgasm overtook her. Her pleasure brought his, and he emptied himself buried inside her, his body captured into the clutches of pleasure.
She let her body collapse in the water, panting hard. "See… when you're around there is no peace, nor relaxation…" she uttered the protest, but the pleased smile on her face denied her words.
He laughed, still fighting to control his own breathing. "I guess you're right… but you love it, and you know it."
"No comment… I won't answer that." She said, chuckling.
He pulled her closer to him. "You don’t have to, I know that it's true."
"So sure of yourself, aren’t you?"
"Of course, why shouldn’t I be?" he answered with a smile.
She laughed, but didn’t reply. A few moments later she got out of the tub and entered the shower stall for a refreshing shower. He joined her and helped her to wash her hair.
"I should cut my hair, it gives me too much trouble." She said with a sigh, as he massaged her skull.
"Don’t you ever dare do such a thing." He said, grunting. "Your hair is fantastic."
"I thought you wanted to shave it." She replied teasing him.
He grinned but kept silent.
She finished her shower and left the bathroom followed by him. Back in the bedroom, he took some time to gently comb her curls. "Do you want to go out for dinner?" he asked, when he finished. "We could go to a nice restaurant and end the night in 'Rosalinda'." He suggested, mentioning one of the most popular night clubs around.
"That sounds nice." She didn’t use to go out much at night, since it was almost impossible to return home during the night, but she sure loved to dance.
"Let's do it then. Get yourself ready and we'll leave in two hours." He decided.
"Alright."
She watched him put on shorts and a t-shirt and leave the room, before she headed to the dressing room to chose what she would wear. She finally took out a cocktail dress in burgundy with a tight bodice and a flared skirt. She had loved it when she had tried it on, at the store. She picked up some matching shoes and a purse and went back to the dresser to decide what to do with her hair.
A knock on the door surprised her and she picked up the black kimono he had included in the clothes he bought her, before she asked the person to come in.
Maria, the maid was on the other side of the door. "El señor Martinez sent me here to see if I can be of assistance to you, señorita. I used to work as a hairdresser."
"Oh, that's perfect, I was just trying to figure out what to do."
Maria followed her to the dresser, showing her a small box, with her things. "I believe I'll flatten your hair and then make you a loose braid, like is being done these days." Maria said, looking at her mane.
"Whatever you think is best." Ashley said with a smile, leaving it all in the other woman's hands.
An hour later, she couldn’t believe the reflection on the mirror was really her. Maria was a real fairy. She put on her dress and shoes, grabbed her purse and she was ready. She was leaving the room when Jordan came in to change clothes.
"Wow… you look amazing." He said when he saw her. "I won't be long, I promise."
She smiled pleased. "I'll wait for you downstairs."
She went to the living room and walked to the window to look at the sun setting down in the horizon.
"Where's the boss?" Wilson's voice startled her. He was standing in the hall.
"He's changing clothes, we're going out for dinner." She informed him briefly.
"Enjoying the good life, are you?" he said with scorn.
"If you say so." She replied, turning her back to him.
He closed the distance between them and forced her to face him. "Don’t think for a second this will last. He always gets tired of his women pretty fast, and when he gets tired of you, he'll ask ME to take care of you. And believe me I'll enjoy every minute of it."
"Let go of me." She said through gritted teeth, trying to free herself, feeling iron fists grasping her waist.
"Just remember that, puta." He said before letting her go and walking out of the room.
She stayed there shivering a bit. Of course there was nothing new in his words, but hearing it out loud wasn’t easy, at all.
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and she put a smile on her face. She had no intention of letting Wilson ruin her night.
"Ready to go?" Jordan asked in the doorway.
"Sure." She walked towards him, and they left the house.
The SUV was waiting for them as well as Wilson and Garcia. She sighed silently, but she knew he wouldn’t go out without them.
He took her to a very nice restaurant in Las Mercedes, near the nightclub and they had a pleasant dinner. After that they went to the nightclub and were dancing a long time.
At some point of the evening, she went to the ladies room alone, and when she was coming out of there, she almost bumped into Nicholas Marquez.
He recognized her immediately and grabbed her by her wrist.
"Well, well, well, did Martinez already got tired of you?" he asked, with a lustful tone.
"No, he didn’t. Now let go of me, or do I have to kick your balls again?" she said, trying to keep her voice down.
He pushed her hard against the wall, his other hand wrapped around her neck. "You won't take me by surprise again, cunt, and I'll make you pay dearly for that."
She tried to push him away from her, to no avail. The man was practically an ogre. "Let me go, or I'll start yelling."
He squeezed her neck enough to silence her, and she started to see bright spots in front of her, until he released her. Someone was coming.
"Remember my words." He said, before he entered the man's bathroom.
She went back to the ladies room. She needed time to calm down and to check if he had left any marks on her neck. She didn’t want Jordan to find out what had happened, not now, anyway.
She retouched her makeup, applied some to a
bruise on her neck and after breathing deep a few times she returned to their table. To her horror, the Marquez boys were also there, and they were all pretending to be the best of friends. She sighed, and took her seat next to Jordan, after greeting the newcomers.
Jordan wrapped her waist with his arm and pulled her closer to him. "Are you ready to call it a night?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, please, I'm a bit tired." She gladly accepted. She had no desire to spend more time with those guys.
"Well, it was good seeing you guys, but we're heading home." Jordan announced, getting up.
"So early? You used to close this place, Jordan." Jonathan said, with a fake smile.
"Yes, but tonight I have more interesting things to do." He said, with a cold smile.
"I understand you perfectly. If I had her, I wouldn’t want to lose time with others." Nicholas said, and his words sent shivers of repulsion down her spine.
"Yes, well I wish you all good night." And with those words, they left the club, and a couple of minutes later they were heading to the house.
"What kept you so long in the bathroom?" Jordan asked, in a cold tone.
"Nicholas Marquez intercepted me." She answered, in a low tone.
"What?!" he shouted.
"No need to yell. He seems to think I'll end up in his arms when you get tired of me." She explained, saying out loud one of her biggest fears.
"That will never happen." He ranted.
She held back the need to ask him what would happen, but deep down she didn’t want to know, not really.
"Has Wilson been able to find out anything?" she asked, trying to change the subject for safer topics.
"Yes, now, we are sure they are stealing from the cartel. All we need is to get evidences to present to the other members." Jordan said, his voice showing all his rage.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" she asked curious.
"We just have to set them a trap, with a juicy bait and wait for them to fall on it." He explained. "What I didn’t see coming was Nicholas' obsession with you."
"That doesn’t change things." She said, cautiously.
"Maybe, we'll see." His comment was too ominous and she didn’t like it at all, but she decided not to insist. He obviously was in a dark mood.
When they got to the house, he sent her to bed, alone. "I still have a few things to discuss with Wilson and Garcia."
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