“How have you been since I saw you last, Mrs. King?”
She smiled, not wanting to make waves or cause unnecessary problems for herself,her husband and his business.
“Quite alright..er… I do apologize… but your name seems to have slipped my mind. I sound batty I'm sure.It’s all the traveling.” She smiled as she told the lie.
He smiled his oily smile back and spoke again.
“My name is Juan Alvarez. I own Alvarez brothers salsa. As well as Alvarez avocado farm. The biggest in Columbia actually. Well anyway, I wanted to stop by. Mr. Shargese, the owner of this place is a friend of mine and I told him that you would love this cottage.”
“Thank you so much for that ! You really didn’t have to. How thoughtful of you,” s
Nick checked all the exits and blind spots of the perimeter once he was outside of the cottage. He saw the other security guard Mr. King had hired for this trip. He was already becoming a pain in Nick’s ass. When he was within earshot he barked at him. “Why did you let that son of a bitch in here?” The young man looked confused. “Mr. Alvarez?” Nick didn't say anything. He kept talking. “Because Mr. Alvarez’s friend owns this place. Mr. King and him planned this. They have been sharing Mrs. King this entire trip.” He lunged at him then and grabbed him up by the lapels of his black designer suit. “Shut your mouth.” Nick demanded.
She took a deep breath, assessed herself one last time, and left the bathroom. A few minutes later her husband arrived. She had automatically stood when she heard his voice and watched as the front door opened. He walked through with Pete close behind him. He was on his cell phone speaking quickly in spanish. She just stood there. She knew who he was on the phone with. Her heart beat wildly in anticipation of the interrogation that would take place once he hung up. She kept her face expressionless and looked ahead. Once he was off of the phone he spoke to her. “Come here, now !” He demanded. She quickly walked over to him, then stood directly in front of him. “Alvarez says he came here to close the deal and you refused his advances.” She looked down avoiding eye con
**** Elayna was trying not to overreact. She had thought once her husband left the cottage she would spend the night there, but that was not to be so. An hour or so later he sent her a text message demanding she be packed, changed and ready to be escorted to Mr. Alvarez’s suite. He was serious. There was no going back for her. He had left her with one security detail. He was younger than Pete and Nick. He didn’t speak to her, just guarded the entrance and kept his eyes on her as she moved her luggage from her room to the living room. Once she was done with that she decided to change her top. She did it more out of nerves than anything else. She eyed herself in the glass cabinet that sat on the isolated wall inside of the cozy place. Her makeup was flawless. Her smokey eyeshadow gave her a sultry look. She wore
She stopped bucking then. “Oh, I see you understand. You're mine for as long as I want and you will do what I want, when I want. Understand ?” She shook her head. She felt his strong hand go into her panties and begin searching for her mound. She knew she couldn’t push away so she stood there, letting his fingers dive and delve. He found is mark and began to massage her clit until she became wet. He quickly undid her pants and pulled them down hard. She closed her eyes, feeling exposed. She had to get through this. She had to pretend this was someone she wanted to have sex with. That use to be her husband but he was the very one that betrayed her. Who would she want to warm her bed if she could have anyone? She thought to herself. Nick came to mind.
She opened her purse and took it out. There was a notification from an american newspaper she read frequently. Mr. Alvarez was on the cover, and The headline read : BUSTED. He was in trouble for money laundering, and drug trafficking. She felt sick to her stomach.Her husband would let her entertain and socialize with a person like that to receive his patronage felt like an ax to the head. He had left her on her own. .Marcus sat next to her. The taxicab was moving quickly. Weaving in and out of traffic. Moments later they arrived at a private airport. She opened her own door and saw there was a small plane waiting. She was confused. She looked at her cell phone she was about to contact her husband but noticed her phone had no service. She tried again
“Mrs. King, Mr. King has advised me that you are to stay here.” “Here! For how long? I have a life!” “I apologize.He didn’t say. Only that you are to stay here and that he will contact you when he feels it is safe. I am leaving you in Nick’s care. Do you have any objections?” She had all sorts of objections, but it wasn’t Pete’s job to know them or to care. His job had and always would be delivering bad news to her and handling her. She hated it. Hated her life. She was trapped in the middle of nowhere. “No.” She answered. “I have to fly back to Mr. King. I will be immediately notifying him that you are safe.” “I understand.” She said.Since she didn’t have
Elayna woke up to the loud sound of thunder rumbling. The room was even darker than it had been when she had first fallen asleep. She pushed the covers back and got up from the bed. She went to the large window and pulled the curtains back. She was astonished at the chaos going on outside. The wind was furiously blowing. The trees were bending in unusual ways. The rain was coming down in a slanted horizontal angle, while the lightning and thunder added even more of a foreboding effect. She swallowed hard. Nick had been right. The storm had come just as he had predicted. She picked her phone up and noticed she still had no contact from her husband. Not even a single text. She tried not to be mad, but it nagged her. She checked the time and realized she had been asleep for quite awhile. She had slept the day away.
“No it’s fine. You are right. You treat me like I exist. Sometimes my husband does not. You also treat me like I am not property.” There was a long pause she continued. “The trip was a nightmare after you left. He made me make amends with Mr. Alvarez. Then he proceeded to assist the authorities in his arrest. He used me as a pawn. My own husband. You may not know this, but I was born in a small southern backwoods town. My daddy was a coal miner and my momma was a seamstress. We didn’t have much when I grew up, except our word. I’m noticing more and more everyday his word isn’t meaning much. He lies to me…” She trailed off. “So I say all of that to say, thank you for treating me with kindness.” “Mrs. King this is none of my business, but I do want you to know that if you ever need me in any way I’m here for you.” She put her plate down then and crossed h