What you are instigating

Chapter 12

Alphonso…

I was now bored watching Antonio be treated with him still not telling us the business we came for.

I had to ask, I didn’t want my princess to be Uncomfortable.

“We don’t have all the time in the world, so tell me what business proposition you have,”

I said, trying to keep things moving. Blanco sat across from us, looking too relaxed now his wounds had been treated.

He leaned back, still wearing that self-satisfied grin.

 “Okay”

He pushed some documents to me and continued.

“I recently bought a two-billion-dollar tourist hotel in Thailand—top location, luxury suites, the works extremely beautiful and I want you to invest with a ten percent interest rate. We could make a lot of money together.”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“ Ten percent interest you say? And how do I know this isn’t some kind of trap?”

Blanco started to respond, but then Tara’s flinching distracted me a bit. I noticed her squirming in her seat. She was tugging at the handcuffs, clearly irritated. I tuned Blanco out completely forgetting that he was ever speaking.

Leaning close to her I whispered.

“What seems to be the problem Mami?”.

She glanced up, annoyed.

 “I need to use the restroom so Can you take these off?”

I smirked and shook my head. “Taking it off? Not happening.”

She rolled her eyes, her irritation clear, but she didn’t push further. I turned back to Blanco, who had been watching the whole thing with a mix of curiosity and impatience.

“Antonio Blanco, where’s the restroom?” I asked, cutting through his sales pitch.

Blanco snapped his fingers, signaling to one of his employees.

“Show them to the restroom,”

 he said, trying to hide his irritation. I didn’t give a fuck if I was stepping on his nerves, he fucking deserves everything he is getting.

I stood up, pulling Tara along with me, ignoring the look she shot me.

“I’ll take you there,” I told her, my tone firm. She gave me a sharp look but followed without a word.

We walked down the hallway, following the employee who pointed out the restroom door and quickly stepped aside. I opened the door, letting Tara in first, and then followed, closing it behind us.

Tara turned; eyes filled with frustration.

 “This is ridiculous, Alphonso. You don’t need to keep me in line you are not my Father.”

I pull out the key from my pocket and take out the cuffs. But leaving the one in her arm.

I then moved towards the door of the restroom so she would not plan on escaping and proceeded to lean against the wall, arms crossed.

 “I’m not keeping you in line, Tara. I’m just making sure things go smoothly.”

She sighed, shaking her head as she turned toward the sink.

 “I can handle myself.”

I watched her, calm but firm. “I know you can. But this is how it’s going to be.”

She went into the restroom and after some minutes, she was out.

“Hmm that was fast”  

She washed her hands; the clinking of the cuffs was the only sound in the room.

 She looked up at me in the mirror, the irritation fading a little. I could read her eyes though; I knew that she was about to test boundaries.

She rushed towards me in attack mode and I wondered what her plan was. I quickly caught her hands and turned her to the door raising them above her head and pinning her to it.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

She spat as she looked at me in defiance.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want to eat those words from your lips right now.”

I move my face closer to hers, using one hand to pin her to the wall and my free hand to pull down her mask and feel her lips.

“Let me go you psycho” She tries to use her right leg to kick me but I’m quick to catch it.

I then make her wrap the leg around my thigh.

“All your little whips have been causing a war in my body and I want you to feel what you are instigating.”

I pull her closely so she feels my hard-on.

I could feel how tense her body became and I chuckled.

“Is that your…?” she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Now I’m truly enjoying this. Taunting my little witch is the best detox for me.

Now that her guard was down, I immediately cuffed my hands with hers again.

She grimaces. “There is no one on earth as annoying as you.”

I use my free hand to wear her mask back and respond.

“Let us go back to the meeting, then leave here immediately”

 We walked back to the main room where Blanco was waiting, looking restless. He glanced up when we returned, clearly eager to get things back on track.

“Everything alright?” he asked, why was he pretending to care?

“Fine,”  

I replied, guiding Tara back to our seat.

 I settled down next to her, focusing on Blanco.

 “Now, let’s get back to your offer. You’ve got a hotel, and you want my money. But why should I trust this deal?”

Blanco sat up, trying to regain his composure. “Like I said, it’s a solid investment. All I need is your commitment.”

I leaned back, letting a pause hang in the air. “I’ll think about it then,” I said, keeping my voice neutral.

“But don’t get your hopes up.”

Blanco nodded, but his earlier confidence had faded. He knew nothing was guaranteed when dealing with me. And that’s exactly how I liked to keep things.

When we got out of the mansion and towards the car, I took out the key and uncuffed both mine and Tara’s hands.

She grumpily went inside the car and I asked her if she still wanted to go shopping.

She pulled out her mask and spoke up.

“If you are going to cuff me too at the mall then no thank you, I would like to go home now, I am hungry and would love your chef’s cooking”

I look at her and nod.

Dialing a number.

“Chef Angus, My Princess says she is starving, we will be home in less than 2 hours, do what you can about it.”

She eyes me.

“Show off”

I grin foolishly.

“The things I do to impress you”