Season 1 Episode 10
Juan POV
"What you look at that the boss is back in the building." Julio yelled, and everyone rushed over to dab my fist. However, I was not in the mood to socialize.
"How was it hanging out with the redneck?" "Yo, that redneck is ma bro. But he's fucking tripping, esta actuando como una carita de mierda." Shaking my head, I said.
"How is Elena doing?" "She hates me as usual." I said.
"She'll come around." Julio was the one person I could trust with certain aspects of my life, and when I ran into him the other day, I found myself confessing like some, cono.
Julio and I have been buddies since we were babies, and I know he was my ride or die when I was beating this guy to a pulp and he just went through with it. Julio and I were like brothers from another mother, and I would have been a fool not to make him the gang's second in command. So far, everything has been running smoothly.in the trap house "I'll be at the office. If you see a girl coming in, direct her to my office." I muttered. I went to my office after he dabbed me. I had rooms in the safe home, but they weren't perfect for sleeping, but boy did I fuck there.
I sat in the chair, twisting it while being deep in my thoughts. For a brief moment, I forgot why I had come here, but then I remembered and pulled out my phone. I chuckled at the locked screen; it was a photo of Elena I had taken the night before. She was wearing my hoodie in this photo and now thinking about it. She hasn't taken the hoodie off since I put it on her that night. I flipped through my phone contacts until I found Royal's number. Royals was a whorehouse with any female you could conceive of. It was similar to ordering pizza. They picked up on the second ring.
"Hello, you are speaking to Ms. Parkins Of Royal's How May I help you." her professional voice asked. "Hello, Ms. Parkins, this is Juan."
Ms. Parkins was the Royals' owner, and I was the one who helped fund it when she decided to establish it. She began with about 50 girls and, last I heard, had tripled that number. She had girls of all different colors, nationalities, and coordination.
"Oh, it's been a long time. I thought they murdered you," she laughed.
"I'm not going to die. You, of all people, should be aware of this." I teased.
"Yeah, right, so what can I do for you?" "Well, I want something special."
"Describe your girl, and we will find her." Her cheerful voice rang out across the phone.
My thoughts wandered to the features of Elena's body, from her smooth thighs to her beautiful breasts. My cock started to harden. "She should be 5'2 with creamy white skin. Her black hair should be mid-back length and highlighting her pale skin; she should have a flat tummy; her style should be an oversized t-shirt or hoodie; and when she comes here, I want her to announce herself as Elena."
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Elena POV
I take a seat, eager to begin my hot and spicy noodles with roasted chicken. I've been eating more than usual the last several days, and I've been enjoying every bite. I'm confident it wasn't due to stress. There wasn't anything bothering me. Everything appears to be in order. Juan wasn't here, and I wasn't missing her, even though it had only been a few hours. I could Feel Carlton's eyes burning holes in me.
"Is there something wrong, babe?" Concerned, I inquired.
"Whose hoodie is that?" He questioned, pointing to the hoodie. I grinned as I looked down at the hoodie. I licked my lips as I ran my fingertips over the smooth fabric. It smells like Bleu de Chanel, and it has me hooked.
"Well?" My thoughts were pierced by his voice.
"It's yours, babe." "It isn't. I don't dress in hoodies. It is only for criminals." I looked down at the hoodie, mystified. So, if it's not his, who is the owner of the hoodie I've been wearing this weekend? Perhaps he simply does not recall wearing a hoodie. Now that I think about it, I just happened to wake up in it the other day.
"What does it smell like?"
"Bleu de Chanel." I shrugged and picked up my chopstick, ready to plunge in.
"Why are you dressed in Juan's hoodie?" At his question, I almost coughed on my spit. Why would I be wearing Juan's hoodie? Did she sneak it on me while I was sleeping?
I couldn't quite recall what Juan and I was doing while he was gone but maybe I was cold and she slipped it on me--Maybe
"No, I'm not."
"We've been together for a long time. You know I don't dress like a criminal."
"Take it off," he orders. I let out a sigh.
"I will take off when I am finished." I hereby declare. I was starving. He slammed his fist on the table, causing me to jump in my seat. I looked at him, terrified.
"Go take off her fucking hoodie RIGHT NOW!" His voice rang out loudly.
Within seconds, I was on my feet and rushing up the stairs to our room. A part of me didn't want to take off the hoodie because it felt so comfortable, like arms wrapped around me, protecting me from the outside world. I sighed and took one of Carlton's t-shirts, removing the hoodie and slipped it on. It didn't feel right, but it had to do. I decided to conceal the sweat in a place where he couldn't discover it. I take my seat again. I picked up my chopstick and prepared to dig in. When I heard his voice, questioned, "Where is the hoodie?"
"Upstairs," I said. I simply want to eat.
"Burn it," he yelled, furious.
"We can give it back to her." I predicted that it would aggravate him but it was nonsense to burn someone clothing.
"Now?" I inquired.
"Yes, now, Elena." As I stood up, I sighed. I assume I won't be eating anything else. I've lost my appetite and feel like puking.
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