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“Let Me Love You” is not just a tale of love and sacrifice but also a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point… like the old days and then the entire book will be posted for the full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife & Ravenous)

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Read more: Let Me Love You – Chapter 11✍🏾📚❤️ #SylLit #WIP #livestory 📖💓 #marriedwife #demandedconsensual #darkromance

Dwayne was a boastful pig. He shoved the food in his mouth as he spoke about his intelligence. His code-switching had been tossed out, probably from a night of heavy drinking and relief he wasn’t going to jail. The lawyer sat on the other end of the table looking mildly amused, while El had yet to sit down at the other end, looking at Dwayne with evident repugnance.
When her husband finally had to get something to drink, Tyler took that moment to say to her, “You are Mrs. Iris Cormeumdare Folsom?”
She nodded. 
“My heart,” El said, still standing away from the table.
Shocked he understood Latin, she said, “My mother loved flowers, and she loved Latin. I was the only one she could sneak a middle name to. My father barely let my mother name my older sister Violet.”
“Cause it would be a stupid ass name,” Dwayne muttered. 
Tyler spoke up before El started to say something. “In any case, I prepared Mr. Olorun’s agreements.”
She felt her contract was rather too simple and looked at El.
“More details will be discussed after this meeting, Mrs. Folsom,” El said in a very autocratic tone. “I’ve put aside my schedule for the rest of the day to discuss the details.”
Her new boss had yet to sit down and looked highly uncomfortable. 
The lawyer kept talking about schedules, what’s expected of her at the office, and her duties to her new boss.
All of the work discussed was on a professional level. Not once did the lawyer mention anything personal or sexual. Had she expected that? Did the lawyer know what El had done to her?
No, El was too damn private. Whatever agreement they made personally would stay between them. It would be the only thing to make sure no one else found out, and she liked it like that. He liked that a bit too much based on what he had done when he came to the balcony. El got a little joy out of seeing her suppress her emotions.
Dwayne said something and snorted as he laughed at his own joke. Iris was sure it had something to do with the amount of work she would be charged with, and he humorously felt bad for her. The lawyer didn’t look pleased at whatever her husband had said.
While El was looking off to the city’s skyline, Iris took inventory of his physique: long, powerful legs, a lean body, and broad, solid shoulders with muscled arms. And she couldn’t forget those enormous hands. El had very large hands despite being a man of his size. She remembered how he had held her side and his fingers could almost reach around to her rear. 
After she left his office, he must’ve changed his clothes. She remembered he had orgasmed, to9712o. The sound of his pleasurable growl in her ear even now made her ear drum tingle.
El’s eyes shot over to her as if he could read her thoughts. Quickly she looked down at her plate, hoping he hadn’t caught her pleasurable staring. 
Dwayne looked triumphant as if he knew he had the upper hand in this affair, but Iris didn’t feel her husband did. El seemed to make Dwayne think that on purpose? For effect? To see what a true idiot Dwayne became with power? 
Tyler continued. “-Now Mr. Folsom, as for your contract, since you did not accept the terms of employment in Canada and opted for your wife to pay off your debt, we’ve placed special amendments in yours. If, for any reason, you prevent your wife from doing her job to the point of physical or mental abuse, where criminal charges must be filed, you agree to immediate divorce and to turn over full custody of your son, Clem Folsom, to Mrs. Folsom.”
“What the fuck?!” Dwayne bellowed, shooting up from his chair, almost coming over the table at Iris. “What the hell are you trying to pull, bitch?” 
“Let’s be honest, Mr. Folsom,” El said with a reddish hue to his brown eyes. “You occasionally lose your temper, get drunk, or just don’t know how to be gentle and you end up harming your wife. However, she chooses to protect you. I don’t have time for sick days, mental days or seeing her in any type of uncomfortable pain while I dictate my business to her. It’s an inconvenience to me. So I’m making it my business for you to continue not to harm a follicle of hair on her head while she is in my employ.”
Dwayne glared at Iris, who sat straight face and unemotional on the outside even though on the inside her stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels.
“I ain’t signing shit,” Dayne snarled. “You accuse me of being an abuser, Iris? What’cha been telling him lies?”
The other two men looked at her for answers. Iris knew admitting anything would probably set Dwayne off, or he might just go home and take his anger out on Clem. She couldn’t have that.
Instead, she rubbed the back of her neck and said, “I wouldn’t accuse you of anything but of being my husband, Dwayne.” Shifting in discomfort, she huffed. “It is hot out here. Maybe I should roll up -“
Dwayne reached across the table and slammed her wrist down on the table.
El started to take a step forward, but the lawyer put his hands up to implore him not to get involved.
Growling, Dwayne snarled, “Maybe you should be ladylike and sit there obediently and shut your fucking mouth.”
Iris wanted to rise, snatch her wrist and slap Dwayne across the face, but she didn’t. She had closed the box to keep control of herself and make sure this went in her favor. “Maybe I will,” she said quite complacently, but never broke eye contact with Dwayne.
Her husband sucked on his teeth lasciviously. “She ain’t nothing but a baby killer. Why the fuck would I let my son go with her?”
“In these past years, she’s taken exceptional care of the child to the point the only way I see your involvement in his life is on the birth certificate,” Tyler said. “Yes, Mr. Folsom, we’ve been investigating. And nothing like a simple web search, but criminal relations, gambling debts, and even late night excursions on John R.” He made a ticking sound with his tongue. “I’m sure we’d all love to hear those stories, but on a serious side, you owe a massive debt. Divorcing your wife and giving up custody for a criminal offense would be better than Mr. Olorun getting on the phone now and arresting the both of you for financial criminal offenses alone. You should be fine if you keep your hands to yourself when it concerns your wife or son. And if she’s such a horrible person, Mr. Folsom, why do all the emergency contacts for the child only have her name on them and not yours? “
“I pay for all her and that child’s shit!” Dwayne said, trying to provide. “I provide.”
“I doubt that,” Tyler said. “The money you stole from Mr. Olorun pays the bills. That was money Mrs. Folsom earned for you by doing your job. All the bills, including child care, any school cost, and bills for the house. You took out the extra mortgage in Mrs. Folsom’s name after you put her name on the mortgage. That extra money paid for the nice car you’re driving around that is also in her name, the summer house in Florida, and the small boat now sitting in a marina in downtown Detroit, which is all in her name.” He took a pause and sighed. “But what you two do with your wife’s name and credit is none of my business. Mr. Olorun is only asking you to keep your hands to yourself and your temper in check so your wife can do her job. Otherwise, the minute I know you violated this agreement, I’ll file the divorce papers.”
Dwayne cut a worried look in El’s direction and then back at her. If she had raised her sleeves, everyone else would see the fresh marks he’d put on her just last night. 
“This bitch got a mouth on her, Mr. O,” Dwayne snarled. “What if she makes you fire her before the debt is paid?”
“There are contingencies for her as well,” El said quietly. “But for now, get your hands off of her before I help you.”
Dwayne released her wrist, and Iris fought, not moving to rub the blood back into them. Putting her hands under the table, though, she stretched them out and kept her head down, trying to hide the anger and frustration she wanted to show.
“Seeing that your wife must have your permission from the start, I need you to grant it to me, Mr. Folsom,” El said. 
“What?” Dwayne asked stupidly.
Iris had to bite the inside of her mouth because El was clearly recollecting their initial conversation in the rain and reminiscing about his “kinks.” Yet, she refused to look in El’s direction because she would lose her composure, and Dwayne would definitely see something on her face she didn’t want to reveal—lust.
“You said yourself she has a mouth on her,” El said to Dwayne.
Damn, why’d her heart triple flipped as she remembered kissing El in his office, feeling his tongue press between her lips, and laving his fresh, clean taste down her throat?
El continued, “I’m sure you would hate for her mouth to get her fired.”
Dwayne looked worried and then nodded, as if it made sense. Just like her father had said to her the night after her sister died, Dwayne said the same thing. “I’m letting Mr. O have you, Iris. That means when I’m not there, he’s in charge and you watch that mouth of yours.”
Her husband looked at El and said, “She’s all yours, but don’t expect much from her. When she’s not behind a computer, sometimes she can act dumber than a bag of rocks.”
Iris couldn’t help but contain her excitement, yet she did. No sense in Dwayne knowing what he’d just done.
“Why don’t you adjourn to my office, Mrs. Folsom?” El suggested to Iris. “And let the men speak.”
Iris was too glad to get away, even though El’s masochistic comment made her teeth itch.
Dwayne’s lips curled into a smirking snarl. Unfortunately, this wasn’t very intimidating with the large piece of chicken salad on his cheek he didn’t know was there, and Iris wasn’t about to let him know.
Tyler stood as she got up from the table to bid her a good afternoon. That sarcastic humor was still in his eyes and she had a feeling this lawyer delighted a little too much in heated exchange, which she had a feeling would happen once she was gone. 
Yet, she knew El would have the upper hand because despite what Dwayne knew about this man, El had been in too many boardrooms, in front of too many powerful people to let the slimy lizard of a husband get control of him. 
As she was leaving, she heard El say to the serving staff, “Please clear the food and dishes. Your services are no longer needed for now.”
Iris would love to be a fly on the wall. Once Dwayne signed those papers, she had plans to do whatever she had to do to get away from him as fast as possible.

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