Page 58 of Cartel King

“Boss of bosses. You’re truly one of the most powerful men in the world, and I just called you pussycat.”

“You said you didn’t google me.”

“And I haven’t.” Because I don’t need to.

“Do you speak Spanish?”

“No. But I know whatjefemeans. I’ve watched TV.Deis ‘of’ in Spanish and French. Easy to figure out the meaning or the significance. I may not have known your title, but I suspected your power.”

“And you still accept me?”

“You wouldn’t be buried inside me if I didn’t.” I need to tell him the truth.

“Is that part of your hesitation?”

“No. Enri—mon minet—I’m certain my guesses only scratch the surface.”

Even with what I know about this life, I’m not lying.

“I know some of it, but I’ll never know all of it. You explained that, and I accepted it. I know that’s one side of you, but it’s not the one I’ve ever seen. I can differentiate between the two and reconcile they both exist within you. You don’t flash your wealth and power. I wouldn’t be interested if you did. I’ve been around the excesses of obscene wealth, and nothing about you makes me think that’s you. Maybe I’m wrong because I haven’t seen how you live. But that’s not the impression you’ve given me.”

“Are you worried that if we were a couple, I’d expect you to be seen with me?”

Yes.“No.”

He doesn’t believe me.

“Enrique, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met. That alone is enough to make me want to drag you down the street to show off. ‘Look at what I have, bitches. He’s mine.’”

“Get dressed. We can head into Manhattan right now if you’ll claim me like that.”

“I know law enforcement could see me as guilty by association. I don’t fear for myself if we were together. I fear them using me to get to you.”

“I fear them insisting you know things I will never tell you. I fear what they’d do to you.”

I’m going to have a hell of a time explaining this when the truth eventually comes out and likely rips us apart.

“My middle son, Steve, is an Assistant U.S. Attorney. He can’t make everything disappear, but I’m certain he could deter some colleagues from coming after his mommy.”

“Are you afraid of what your boys will think about us?”

They’re going to lose their ever-loving shit when they discover which Enrique I’m fucking.

“It won’t please them.”

“Would they try to stop you from being with me?”

“Yes, but last I checked, I’m the parent. Not the other way around.”

He gives my lips a peck. “Part of me fears you, and part of me wants to get in trouble just to see how you’d punish me.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I cannot see you letting me spank you.”

“Haha. Maybe not that. But I’m certain you’d get creative.”

“I could edge you.”

“That’s not punishment. That’s torture. I’m certain there’s a line about that in the Geneva Convention.”

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