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Zolina unbuckles and moves over, resting her head on my shoulder, and reaching for my hand. “Thank you. It means a lot to me. You don’t even know.”
I reach for the strap and buckle her in. She smiles but waits for my reply. “Oh, but I do. Kias was my father’s favorite, ‘The Baby Boy’. I was pushed behind him even though I was the oldest. After my mother died, he was even more infatuated with Kias. He held him more, put him to sleep, carried him everywhere, and even took him to school every morning. I was stuck with the nanny, Helga. I nicknamed her Hell because that's where she must have been born and where I sent her to.”
I smile at the memory of her murder. It was one of my first, and I still remember the look on her face when I held up the knife.
“Anyway, for many, many years, I was the child to be seen but not heard. I wasn’t allowed to have opinions, and I wasn’t allowed to know details. Trust me, baby, I get it.”
“Fuck baby Kias and what a piece of shit.” She shakes her head, her voice barely a whisper when she speaks again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know our childhood was basically the same.”
“Don’t be sorry. The shit I have been through has made me the man I am today. I wouldn’t be here by your side if it hadn’t. Our kids won’t be forced to do anything they don’t want to.”
“I don’t want kids,” she spits out.
“How can someone not want kids?” It’s like someone saying they don’t like puppies… or sex.
“I just don’t want them. Kids are too innocent. They would never choose to be part of this world and shouldn’t be forced into our lifestyle.”
“That's exactly why they are so special. Half the time, they don’t even realize what’s happening around them.”
“It’s just a nope for me. I think they’re beautiful, but I don’t want any.”
“Okay, then we won’t have any,” I tell her as I squeeze her hand.
“Just like that?”
I grin at her, even though she can’t see me, then kiss her on top of her white hair. “Just like that, Pet. If you tell me you don’t want kids, then we won’t have kids. If you tell me to run, then I’ll run. If you tell me to get down on my knees and lick your dripping pussy, then you best believe it will be the best goddamned tongue fuck you’ve ever had. You’re my wife, Zolina. You are mine, and I am yours.”
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We pull up to the penthouse. I asked Lolli and a few of the other girls a couple of weeks ago to come dance at my new nightclub, and they agreed. It was a better job offer with better pay, and they didn’t have to get half-naked. The building stands only five stories tall and is a full block wide. The girls I hired work on the first floor, and a few of my men are bartenders. The second and third floors are mainly used by my men, disguised as office space for the club. However, it’s where we end up doing a lot of business, amongst other things. The building is completely black, with bulletproof glass and a specially designated parking area in the back. The entire place has top–of–the–line security, and I have access to all footage.
I don’t have a problem using the men who work for me. That’s what they are here for, what I pay them for. When I turned eighteen, my father hired a small team of men to back me up on everything. I was followed like a child everywhere I went every day. It wasn’t long after that I decided I needed my own space, my own team, and people who didn’t report back to my father.
Jacob and Harris are the best of them, and I have kept them by my side since. They are truly loyal and don’t ask questions they don’t need answers to. I bought my own home and started to put my name out there. I was a force to be reckoned with, and I still am. Now that the building is finished, I can finally start running the business my own way– Instead of behind my father's back.
“It’s gorgeous, Atlis.” Zolina takes in every detail she can– her jaw opens in awe, her hand still holding mine.
I don’t say anything as I take the duffle bag and her dress out of the trunk. After thanking our driver, I take off into the building, dragging a barefoot Zolina behind me.
The inside is just as magnificent as the outside. Upon walking in, you are first greeted by a small entryway. A podium made of black obsidian sits off the side. A blonde woman stands, checking wristbands for the club or key cards for the ‘offices’. The two men on either side of her straighten as we walk in.
“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Moon.” I nod my head at her, and Zolina returns the blonde's smile. She holds out a key and a card for Zolina. “This is your key card to the elevator. No one else has access to the top two floors. The key is for the front door. I was told to hold them until you arrived.”
We say our thanks and turn towards our destination. Putting my hand on Zolina’s lower back, I usher her through the double doors to the left wall that conceals the elevator and tap my card on the device. The club’s entrance is one more door down, also guarded by yet another one of my men. It’s all new and slightly unconventional, but it’s also functional. The door slides open, and we simultaneously step in. The ceiling, all the walls, and even the floor are mirrored. I can’t help smirking as my eyes meet Zolina’s in the reflective panels. I crave to see my wife in a dress, with no panties, and her legs spread open while standing in here. To see that pink pussy between her long legs reflecting below us. The idea makes me want to press her up against the wall.
“Come, wife. I’m excited to show you around. I even have a surprise for you.” I press one of the five buttons. Two for the top two private floors, two for the office spaces, and the club floor.
We wait in silence, still hand in hand. I can feel Zolina’s tension and excitement brewing just by how her hand clings to my own. After a couple of seconds, the elevator dings, signaling that we have reached the top floor.
The door opens, revealing a lavish entryway and a front door at the other end of the small hallway. Of course, the entire hall is decorated much like the rest of the building. An obsidian entry table stands against the left wall, a silver crescent moon-shaped mirror hangs above it, and a small vase of black roses sits on top of the table. On the right wall hangs many different hooks, ready for jackets, hats, and scarves.
“It’s so pretty, but I want to see my surprise!” Zolina squeals. She tugs on my hand, pulling me towards the black door.
“Hold on, Pet. Come here,” I direct, pulling her back towards me. I shrug off the duffle bag, and it falls to the floor, the noise filling the hallway with a plop. I bend down and pick Zolina up, bridal style once again. “I can’t let you walk through that door. I have to carry you over the threshold to our home. I’m a man of tradition.”
She blushes and clings to me, kissing the scruff on my jawline. I growl my response. I’m trying my hardest not to drop her, pull down her sweats, and fuck her right here, right now.
“Yes, husband. Take me over the threshold so you can take me to the bedroom.”
