Elijah:The Boss's Gift(8)
“How much?” Cherry asked. She’d be Mindy’s friend for free, but she had to think of her life past this.
“I’ll pay you fifteen hundred a week.”
She licked her lips. “Deal.” With fifteen hundred a week she could put away a great deal of money for a long time and she’d be set to do with her life what she wanted.
“You’re not going to negotiate.”
“No. I know a good deal when I see one.”
His gaze ran down her body, and the heat in his gaze twisted her gut inside. She didn’t like the way he looked at her.
“I have a condition,” she said.
“Which is?” he asked.
“I don’t want to have sex with you.” Even as she said the words, she wished she hadn’t said anything.
“I’ve not asked for sex.”
“I know that look. You want to have sex.”
Elijah stood and kept a grip on her wrist. He tugged her close, cupping her cheek. Her pussy was slick with cream.
“Baby, I’ve got women waiting for me to fuck them. I’m not into force of any kind. I can handle your one condition.” He released her hand. “I’ll leave you out some sweats, and tomorrow Mindy will take you shopping.
Elijah left the room before she could say anything more. Rubbing her hand where he held her, Cherry wondered what the hell she was doing.
Chapter Three
Three days later Elijah sat in Caleb and Henry’s office at Ecstasy. The nightclub was the best club within the city and where a lot of business went down. There were girls toward the back that Henry and Caleb took care of, making sure none of the clients got brutal with the girls. They could fuck them but not harm them in anyway.
“This is all you could find?” Elijah asked.
“She’s not done anything wrong. Her mother died at a young age, and when the doctors realized she was alone, they sent her to a foster home. Whoever this Cherry was, she didn’t have the best luck in life. Her mother was a whore, and there are even some social work reports where they suspected abuse but could never prove it. Cherry left one foster home after she broke a guy’s nose but wouldn’t say why. Until she was eighteen she went from one foster home to another until she finally left. She’s been working ever since and studying. The only thing I could really find that was interesting was the use of her library card. She likes to read or study.” Caleb tapped his fingers on the desk.
This was not the kind of stuff he wanted to be thinking about when it came to Cherry. She lived a hard life. He’d dealt with crime his whole life, but Mindy lived a good one. Elijah made sure she had everything her heart desired. She’d asked him once to marry someone, but he’d refused. It was the only thing he couldn’t give her.
“What’s her address?” Elijah flicked through the file.
“It’s all there. You’ve just got to look for it.”
“Is this anything we’ve got to be worried about?” Henry asked.
“No. This is personal.”
“Not many men get women as gifts.”
“Not many men are me.” Elijah stood, shaking each man’s hand. “I’ll see you in a week when the shipment is due.”
“Your excuse for not coming on Sunday was lame,” Caleb said, sitting back. “Donna has extended her invitation to this Sunday.”
Mindy and Cherry had gone out shopping on Saturday and both made arrangements to cook the day after. He couldn’t say no to his little girl and had called Caleb to let him know he wouldn’t make it.
“Fine.”
“You can bring Mindy and your gift,” Caleb said.
Shaking his head, he made his way out of the office. John was with him today, driving him around. Elijah hired the best men in the business, and John was loyal.
“Mindy got to school, sir. I’ve just had Tom update me.”
“Excellent. Cherry?”
“She’s on her way back to your house. There was no argument or even any look that she was going to disappear,” John said.
Flicking through the file he looked at her address. He gave John the address and ordered to be taken there.
John turned the car around, heading in the direction that he’d given.
Glancing through the file he saw she’d had a medical checkup at eighteen before she left her foster home. She’d been clear of anything. Caleb and Henry were thorough. Her mother had died of a drug overdose. He felt sorry for the young girl that Cherry once was. No one even noticed a young girl walking around the hospital with no one to take care of her. She moved from foster homes each with a new excuse. He saw that Cherry didn’t stay in all that long in the homes with boys who were older. There were pictures included from high school. He looked through them all, realizing Cherry was indeed a survivor. She’d been through hell and was still determined to live her life.