When A Woman Hustles by Danielle Martin (best novels to read to improve english txt) 📖

hadn’t seen King in a long time. He rolled down the window as the valet approached the driver’s side door. "Good afternoon Mr. White." 
King nodded his head towards the young man. "What’s up Brian? You working hard?" Reese leaned over to glance at the valet. He appeared to be young, no older than 17 or 18. He had a smile plastered across his face as if King was a celebrity to him. "Yes sir. Working hard every day."
King nodded his head. "That’s good. And make sure you keeping them grades up in school. You can’t get into UCLA with C's and D's." He shot the boy a stern look, who nodded his head.

"Yes sir, I’m keeping my grades up. I can’t get that football scholarship without it either." He laughed while leaning his head into the car. He appeared shocked and taken aback to see someone sitting in the front seat. "Well hello there mam." He spoke in a respectful tone. Reese smiled and waved back, wondering why he seemed so surprised. "Hi."
He smiled at her again before sticking his head back outside the truck. "You valet parking today Mr. White?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I think I will drive up myself." Using his free hand, he dug into his side pocket and retrieved three one hundred dollar bills. He passed them over, tipping the valet as he eyes lit up. "Aww man thank you Mr. White. I really appreciate this sir."
He nodded his head. "There’s more where that came from. Just stay in school my man."
The boy smiled at him one last time before scurrying back to his original spot. Reese couldn’t help but smile back as she watched him grin from ear to ear, waving goodbye as they drove past.
"That was nice." She spoke as he traveled down the street. He nodded his head while smiling. "Yeah. He’s a good kid. Reminds me a lot of myself when i was younger."
Reese couldn’t help but feel curious. "Mr. White is it?" She asked while raising an eyebrow. He looked over at her then turned again to face straightforward "That’s my father’s name. But don’t ask me about that. I don’t want to talk about it."
Reese pressed her lips together, obeying his orders. He glanced at her, noticing she had stopped talking. "A lot of the kids round here call me Mr. White. They look up to me. But I’m no saint. I want them to be better than me."
Reese listened as he pulled the truck into the parking garage. She looked at him, wondering what his life story was. Behind every tough shell is a soft inner core.

After reaching the top of the parking garage, he finally pulled his truck alongside a row of vehicles, all different makes and models but matching black on black interior, paint jobs, and rims. "Let me guess." She stated while counting the cars as he passed each one. "These are all yours right?"

He chuckled while placing the car in park. "Is it that obvious?"

She shook her head, disgusted by how much money this man had. "This many cars at your second place of residence?" she asked. "And I notice we're on the top floor. Is this the penthouse suite?"

He turned towards her, clenching his jaw as if she had hit a nerve. He smirked. "You're very observant aren’t you?"

She blushed, hoping she wasn’t rambling too much. "I'm sorry. I see that you’re doing very well. I'm impressed."

King licked his lips while staring at her. He didn’t speak for a moment. Reese felt her heart beat out of her chest as she came to the realization that she was not hallucinating. Again, their eyes connected. The same way they had done when they were in the parking lot. He didn’t say anything but she could see his jaw clenching as if he were resisting. She held her breath. I’m not going crazy. I’m not going crazy.

"So." She broke the silence but still keeping eye contact. "There wouldn't by any chance be a Mrs. White that would be upset about another woman staying in her penthouse suite now would there?"

King chuckled again, laughing her off. "Come on now baby girl, don’t act like you haven’t done your research on me. You know I’m not married."

Reese bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t making herself sound stupid. He clicked the unlock button allowing her to step out of the car. She slid out, shutting the door behind her. Reese walked around the truck to follow in step behind him. She didn’t know what to expect and honestly couldn’t believe she was here right now with him all alone. No security cameras, no Pumpkin, no Murda, just the two of them. He approached a side door that he unlocked with a key. Immediately the smell of fresh paint and cinnamon sticks floated through her nostrils. An odd combination but pleasant smell. After shutting the door she stepped to the side allowing him to walk past her and lead the way. Reese nervously followed him down the hallway towards a door which he opened with another key. Pushing the door open, they walked into the foyer which led directly into the kitchen. Upon walking into the living area, she was breath taken. The all-white marble countertops matched with the stainless steel appliances. Her eyes scanned the spacious condo. Her face lit up. This was the most beautiful penthouse suite she had ever seen. She had never seen one in person.

Reese admired the white island, bar stools, love sofa and matching rug. He had a sense of style which was impressive for a man. "Wow." She looked around, finding herself speechless again. Reese wondered why the condo was his second home. It was way flashier than his first and had more of a homey feel. The large bay windows exposed all of the Inner Harbor and downtown Baltimore. The view was breathtaking at the top floor. "This is so nice King." She turned to him as he watched her admire his place with his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks." He answered. "I don’t come here much. Only when I want to get away or need time to think to myself."

She looked around, nodding her head. "Wow, if only I could get away in a place like this."

He smirked as if he had something in store for her. He stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with her as they both gazed outside the window. "You know, this isn’t my second home. It’s actually my fourth."

Reese looked over at him. She laughed while shaking her head, wondering what he was going to pull out of his hat next. "Well I think that’s the icing on the cake. You’re living the American dream Mr. White." She called him the name again while glancing at him. She was catching on to it hoped it wasn’t offending him. He continued to smile at her which indicated he wasn’t bothered.

"It’s different here though." He said, his tone growing serious. ''This place here means something to me. It’s my home away from home. I park all my cars here." He glanced over at her. "And I never brought anyone up here either. No one has been up here but you" They locked eyes for the third time. Again, he was throwing her off guard and she didn’t know how to respond. They stared in silence for a few moments.

"No one?" She asked. "And why me?" Her anxiety resurfaced. Her hands and knees began to shake nervously. He turned his whole body to face her, taking a deep breath before answering her. "You really want to know the answer to that question?"

Nervously, Reese turned around to face him also, feeling her knees buckle as he stepped in closer. If I didn’t believe it before, I believed it now. There was tension in between their bodies. A lock in between their gazes. She wasn’t imagining it. "I want to know." She said below a whisper. "Tell me."

He stepped even closer, now almost two inches away from her face. "Well, I just want to say... from the moment I laid eyes on you...when you came into my office that day... I knew I was going to fuck you. I was going to fuck the shit out of you and and make you fall for me."

Her legs almost gave out. Her body swayed, tipping back and forth as a rush of sensation overcame her. She wanted to tilt back and did everything in her might to keep her posture. "What?" The word’s slipped from her lips. She wanted to slap herself and make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She wasn’t. This was real.

He walked up on her, suddenly slipping his hand on the back of her neck. He pulled her in face to face. He immediately pressed his long hard erection up against her. Reese was in shock. She couldn’t move. She stood there with her hands by her side as he breathed heavily, clutching her even tighter as his erection grew bigger. He was inches away from her face.

"It’s something about you that turns me on Reese." He ran his finger across her lips. Reese closed her eyes, completely mesmerized by his touch and in complete disbelief that he was embracing her so closely and so suddenly. "You so damn beautiful. But you don’t have any confidence."

She opened her eyes, looking up at him. He was telling the truth and he was calling her out on her insecurities. There were reasons behind her inability to make eye contact. Her mother instilled into her that she was not beautiful and would never be as beautiful as she was. Her mother blamed Reese’s father for getting her pregnant at 14. She resented her own daughter. Reese didn’t have that motherly love. She didn’t get the chance to be a daddy’s girl. She grew up believing her mother’s words. She was not beautiful and she would never be good enough for anyone to love her. Those memories were instilled in her head. "Your right King.'' she shook her head. "I don’t wanna be a good girl no more."

He ran his finger across her lips again, shushing her so she couldn’t speak. "Nah baby girl. I don’t want you to change, I like how you are." He moved in again, his lips lightly brushing hers. "I want you to be a good girl for daddy."

He dropped his fingers down to her pussy, using two fingers to stroke her on the outside of her sweatpants. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she moaned. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he straddled her. His hand traveled towards the top of her sweats. Slowly, he inched his hand inside. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Is this really happening right now????

  The room was getting hot. Her panties were moist, she could feel the dampness brush across her skin "King." She moaned his name. He continued further down her pants. She felt his finger slip inside of her. “Ahhhhh.” She moaned out as she shivered. His fingers danced inside her walls. She twirled her hips as he turned her on, her juices dripping onto his fingers as he twirled them around inside of her. “Mmmm.” She sped up the motion in her hips as he continued to finger fuck her. Fuckkkkk. How is he hitting the right spot?? How is he doing this to me right now??? Reese was vulnerable. Weak.

He stopped stroking her. She took a deep breath as he released his hand from underneath her clothing. She was in a daze. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Please don’t wake me up.

"Listen Reese, I don’t mean to come on this strong,. I'm gonna contain myself now." He smirked while glancing at her. It was a little too late for that now. She was struggling to regain her composure. He began to back away, leaving her standing