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Mary didn’t respond to his statement, knowing that men would flock to have sex with a pregnant woman, raving about how different and more pleasurable the experience was. She had been in the predicament many times herself. Apple was in for one whirlwind of a ride.

Apple found out that she was almost five months pregnant—she was carrying small, and that gave Shaun a four-month time span to profit from her condition. It didn’t take long until word started to spread about Apple’s condition and about the botched abortion. Some of the girls in the house started to name Apple’s baby, “Miracle Child.” They started proclaiming that Apple’s botched abortion and continuing pregnancy was only a clear sign from God saying that she was meant to have this baby.

Some of the whores started to warm up to her more, and the tension of her being an outsider, an American, slowly started to fade, but with the help of Mary also, who took to caring for Apple.

But Shaun was relentless. His attitude toward Apple didn’t change at all. He was still money-hungry. He had Apple turning twice as many tricks, because the men in Mexico came in droves, and were willing to pay top dollar to have sex with Apple and experience the pleasure of fucking a pregnant American woman. Apple became the American Dream for so many men in the small Mexican town.

CHAPTER 5

K
ola stepped out of her stately home looking like she was ready to strut down the red carpet of some award-winning Hollywood event. She was wearing a form-fitting black satin dress with a plunging neckline, and sporting a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, expensive jewelry, and a pair of stylish six-inch heels. Her long, sensuous hair framed her face perfectly and her attitude was about business, but her look spoke pleasure.

She strutted toward her pearl-white convertible Benz, carrying a small duffel bag filled with cash for her re-up from Eduardo. She tossed the brown bag into the trunk, got into her high-end ride, placed a mixed R&B CD in the changer, threw the top back and sped out the driveway for the one-hour ride to Jersey City.

Kola’s business with Eduardo had increased significantly, and things between the two of them were good. Money was being made, and the two individuals had no complaints. Eduardo had been back and forth between Colombia and New Jersey on several occasions, and was also conducting additional business ventures in several countries. He rarely saw Kola, but when he did, there was always a strong attraction between them, along with flirting and conversation.

When Eduardo would be away in Colombia or another country, Kola was always in and out of the penthouse, not having a legitimate reason to stick around. But when he was in town, she would linger around in his penthouse suite drinking champagne with him, having dinner on some occasions, or mingling with his other guests from time to time and talking about everything from business, to love, and even Cross.

It had been two months since she’d seen Eduardo. Colombia had been taking up most of his time lately. He had a few prior engagements in different cities and a situation at home that he needed to handle personally.

Eduardo had called Kola on her phone, informing her that he would be around during their next business transaction. Kola couldn’t help feeling a little excited about seeing him again. Her heart fluttered hearing his voice via phone, and her panties became moist just thinking about his sexy body. Kola made sure to look her best when they met up again.

Kola sped across the G.W. Bridge with a lead foot. The traffic was light. It was late in the evening, the rapidly graying sky above the city indicating a thunderstorm looming with heavy rain.

Kola, rushing to see Eduardo, was unaware of a dark Chevy Impala following her closely. Three cars behind her, the Impala had been on her since she’d pulled out of her driveway and kept a watchful eye out to every lane change and turn she did on the highway.

“Keep up wit’ that bitch,” the passenger said harshly.

The car matched Kola’s speed as she crossed into New Jersey and merged onto the New Jersey Turnpike. But it kept a safe distance to remain unnoticed.

Twenty minutes later, Kola was in Jersey City and parked in front of the towering high-rise building. She stepped out of her convertible like the diva she was, popped the trunk, removed the duffel bag, and strutted toward the entrance with a beaming smile. Her outfit and sex appeal could entice any man. Kola disappeared into the lobby.

“You see that shit! That bitch ain’t goin’ in to meet wit’ that nigga Eduardo just to do some quick transaction, lookin’ and smilin’ like that. She is playin’ you, nigga!” Edge exclaimed. “She goin’ in there lookin’ like that to fuck that nigga, thinkin’ we stupid, my nigga!”

Cross was scowling like he’d just sucked on a sour lemon. He had his fist clenched so tightly, his nails were digging into his skin. Every wicked thought about Kola being with Eduardo was running through his head. It was driving Cross insane just thinking about how Eduardo could be sliding his dick into his girl, and the freak nasty shit that was probably going on inside that building, with him just parked outside.

Cross looked at Edge, his face twisted with jealousy. “Make that call, Edge. Fuck that bitch! Let’s fuckin’ do this shit!”

Edge smiled and pulled out his cell phone.

****

Kola gave the doorman a nod and strutted through the lobby with her heels click-clacking against the marble floors like she owned the place. The doorman watched her for a lingering moment, admiring her backside and curves in the tight-fitting dress. He smiled, and then picked up the phone to call upstairs.

“Yeah, it’s me . . . she’s coming up now,” he said to his employer on the top floor.

Kola stepped into the waiting elevator and pushed for her floor. She dropped the bag at her feet, and the sharp upward take-off astounded her, as always. She was on the top floor of the penthouse suite instantly. The doors opened, and Kola stepped out, greeting the three-man security team in the hallway by the door.

“Hey, boys,” she greeted with a smile.

Only one nodded. She had become a regular, but Eduardo was always a cautious man. The men weren’t there to make friends, but to do their job and protect their boss and his assets. Behind the thick doors, was a mass fortune of money and drugs totaling into the millions. The guard quickly searched Kola, even though her outfit was far too tight and revealing to conceal any weapons, his touch lasting against her longer than necessary.

“I know that always makes your day, Sandro,” Kola said to him with a teasing smile.

“Just doing my job,” he replied coolly.

“I bet you are.”

Once they were confident she wasn’t a threat, she was let inside. Kola pranced inside with the duffel bag in hand. She smiled and looked around for Eduardo. She dropped the bag on the sprawling black-and-white marble floors and walked over to Eduardo’s private stocked bar. She took the initiative to prepare her own drink, since Eduardo would always offer her one when she showed up. Kola mixed herself a Long Island Ice tea, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and peered at Manhattan’s skyline. She never got tired of the sweeping view. It was always breathtaking.

Kola took a sip from her drink and just stood by the windows, enjoying the view.

“I see you already started without me.”

Kola turned. She saw Eduardo coming down the spiral stairway with a gentle smile. He was styling in a pair of Armani white silk pants with an open matching white silk shirt, exposing his defined pecs and firm abs. He was barefoot, and a thick gold chain with a small cross pendant adorned his neck and complemented his gold Rolex. His dark hair and chiseled features made him look like a male model. Eduardo didn’t look like a murderous Colombian drug kingpin, but had the deceiving image of a gentle middle-aged man.

“I got thirsty,” Kola replied with a smile.

“Not a problem,
mi casa
your
casa
,” he returned, stepping closer to Kola.

“It’s good to have you back,” Kola said.

“It’s good to be back in this city, and in the presence of such a beautiful and striking woman as yourself. You, my queen, are the perfect image for a very lasting thought.”

Kola blushed, which she rarely did.

Eduardo gently took Kola’s free hand and had her spin around slowly to capture the full length of her figure and the outfit she wore. He lusted after the way her curvy figure and backside filled out the satin dress. It definitely held his attention.

“You like it?” she asked.

“I love it, my dear.”

Kola nodded and smiled.

Eduardo released her hand and walked over to his bar to make himself a drink. He mixed himself a cocktail. He walked over to Kola, glanced at the duffel bag on his floor, and stood mere inches from her.

“So, you came here for business or pleasure?”

Kola smiled. “Always business.”

“Business, huh. For some reason, dressed the way you are, I hardly believe that.”

“I have somewhere else important to be after I leave here.”

“So you do, huh? What’s more important than making money and myself?”

“Prior engagements.”

Eduardo took a sip of his drink and moved closer to Kola. He almost had her pinned between the window and himself. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He neared his lips to hers, touched her side, and then shifted his fingers up to her breast and pinched her nipple against the fabric.

Kola gasped.

Eduardo smiled. He then placed his hand between her smooth thighs, tickling her with affection. “And do these prior engagements have something to do with Cross?”

Kola remained silent. She felt Eduardo’s touch between her legs shift upwards, nearing her pussy. They exchanged an intense look. Kola could see Eduardo’s package growing inside his silk pants as he touched her in places that made them both tingle and itch for more. Eduardo wanted to press his lips against hers and shove his tongue down her throat. He craved to journey into her glorious insides. Kola was a forbidden pleasure that had been on his mind since the day they’d met.

Eduardo placed his lips near Kola’s ear and whispered, “I can give you whatever you want. The world could be yours.”

He tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

Eduardo didn’t look pleased. “Do you reject me because of him?”

Kola didn’t answer him immediately. She knew Eduardo had a serious thing for her. She understood that Eduardo always got what he wanted. And if there was something in his way that he wanted greatly, then he had the power and force to have it removed. Kola feared that if she said yes, then somehow, Cross would end up missing.

“No, it’s not him. I hate him right now,” Kola answered.

Eduardo looked surprised by her answer. “You do, yes. Why?”

“He’s an asshole. I thought I knew him, but I don’t.”

“Talk to me, my queen. I’m here to listen.”

The two moved into another room that was more comfortable to get situated in. Two giant crystal chandeliers hung high in the room, and the warm walnut and cherry furnishings with a few high-end paintings hanging about complemented the area.

Kola took another sip from her drink and stared at Eduardo. “That bastard was cheating on me with some side bitch and had a baby by her, so we ain’t together right now. He fucked it up!”

“His loss,” Eduardo uttered.

“It is,” Kola spat.

“But men will be men, Kola, and that alone shouldn’t take away your love.”

“Well it has. I didn’t deserve disloyalty. Not from him...”

“You are a beautiful woman. You deserve the best that any man has to offer.”

“I know. That’s why I can’t be with him. He betrayed me. After everything I did for him, the loving I gave him, this empire that I helped him maintain, and he does this shit to me. I’m more woman than he’ll ever have. He didn’t have to cheat on me. I was faithful and loyal to that man.”

“What do you desire now, Kola?” Eduardo asked her.

“Fuck men!” she hissed.

Her mood had changed as soon as Cross’ name came up. She was crushed by his infidelity. Kola had switched into a bitter and betrayed woman.

“Including me?” Eduardo asked softly.

Kola gave off a deadpan gaze at Eduardo. Suddenly, Eduardo had gone from a seductive and beautiful specimen of a man to just a man—someone like Cross.

“I can’t be with you, Eduardo,” she uttered.

“And why not?”

“Because I want to be special. I don’t want to share you. You have two sisters that you’re intimate with at your mansion in Colombia, from your words exactly, and I don’t want to become number three. I’m too much a good woman to be shared like I’m some basic bitch.”

“I so agree. And you will be my one and only, Kola,” Eduardo said. “Those sisters, they are no longer a priority in my life. Both of them . . . gone like the wind.”

“Why?”

“Because they are not you,” he returned.

Kola blushed a little by his comment. He was saying everything she wanted to hear. Her ego had been bruised by Cross’ infidelity, so Eduardo’s reassurances that she could be his main chick were tempting.