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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and 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 in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for 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, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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Author’s Note: I was going to post yesterday… but my mental health was in jeopardy and I didn’t look at this story because I wanted to make sure I was giving the characters what they needed and I knew yesterday I wouldn’t.

I stuck with scheduling to my social media and then looking at all my special promotions.

• Teach Me to Love will be free for November.
• Essence’s Divinity is available on Amazon as an ebook, and I might also make a paperback.
• Let Me Love You is expected to get 50k words during November, and it SHOULD be finished so I can start putting it all together by the #7DaysAfterChristmas

I’m back in El’s head. This was weird and overwhelming, but I knew I needed to give you this insight before I jump into the absolute crap that hits the fan moment.

Enjoy

Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

“What the hell? The whole Bellini Family is pulling out?” his partner, Guy Xavier, asked incredulously. “They should know this councilperson’s track record and hear what you have to say.”

“With Salacious involved, I don’t think anyone will listen to me. I’ve already texted Tyler Black, so he’s on it, but I’m not helping the business if I allow them to put me in jail.”

His partner viciously cursed. “I’m not going to ask why you needed to smash Damien Wexford’s mouth in because I know the dealing with his father, and if anything, you’ve only dealt out blows in justification and not willy-nilly like my brothers. I believe you, El because you’ve never lost control before. You’re the one person I can guarantee will never lose control despite what you must go through daily just to function normally. You know I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it, which is why I’ve locked myself up in this damn house for decades so I don’t have to. If you don’t want to be arrested, you need to get your ass out of there and on a flight to Chicago now.”

“I know! I know!” El said, pissed off and wishing he could make a side trip to the hospital to finish what he started on Damien’s face, but he knew there was no time. Throwing a quick bag together, he said, “I can get out of here in ten minutes, and I’ll leave out the private entrance. Thanks for the heads up and help on that.” 

“The room is under my name, so they shouldn’t be able to find you immediately, but time is crucial El. Salacious has been looking for an excuse to put you under a prison since you rocked his jaw. I know Renaldo Bellini’s in town. Let me see what I can pull out of my hat, but I need your ass on your way to the Detroit airport now. I know you’ll figure out the deal once you get the Chicago. You’ve never let me down.”

El was glad his partner had so much confidence in him, but he also saw the magnitude of the damage and wondered how in the hell he would straighten all this out on his own.

After hanging up the phone, El braced himself to do what he had to and leave her. Before speaking to his partner, Dalton Bellini was calling. He was the head of the Bellini family, one of the largest owners of diversified resorts, hotels, and leisure entertainment worldwide, with a total family wealth of twenty billion dollars. 

This deal would bring El’s personal wealth to an amount he could only dream about and network with a continuous income for the rest of his life. If he merely got their trust again, he could make his whole business about the real estate holdings of the Bellini Family and accrue vast wealth for himself. 

The video of him punching the fuck out of Damien didn’t bode well, and that was precisely what Dalton Bellini said. 

“While we’re trying to move operations to Detroit, we cannot be associated with something like this, Mr. Olorun. It’s not a matter of who did what or the brutality of what happened, but a matter of our family being aligned with someone who beat an unarmed man into a coma. For us to move in morally without the fuss, we need a smooth landing, and what people saw on their video would make others believe we’ve aligned ourselves with a thug.”

Dalton was right, but once he said that El knew who had most likely manipulated the video footage and released it to the press. The councilman’s name was all over this, but of course, that would be hard to find out if he wasn’t in the city. And he knew Tyler Black could only do so much without confronting the politician himself. 

Tyler Black only texted, “I don’t know where you are.”

El knew what that meant, so he started packing a bag to leave town while talking with his partner.

This was not how he expected to end a good night of sex with Iris, and damn, he wished he could stay and lay up with her body some more, but if he didn’t leave soon, he knew Salacious would be breaking down the hotel door to drag El to the nearest jail cell. 

Iris was hanging up the phone from her aunt as he exited his room. “It’s all a lie! Let me go to the hospital and see what they are trying to accuse you of, El. I can tell the police the truth and get these charges dropped.” 

He loved seeing the fever in her eyes and the powerful declaration of how she could help. “I appreciate your help, Iris, but I’ll figure this out alone. I don’t want to put yourself in the public eye and jeopardize yourself with Blaque, especially your father. You’re going to take yourself straight to Aunt Rose and stay there-“

She cut him off, which shocked him. “No! Aunt Rose said I need to stay by your side. You’re going to need me.”

El felt himself taking offense at her insistence on coming with him as if he couldn’t do this alone despite having no way of figuring things out. Yet, Iris was better on paper, not in real-life situations. Her life was barely hanging together, and he found it ridiculous she could think she could fix his. El coolly stated, “I’m sure I don’t need an analyst for this situation.”

He saw instantly how her emotions shuttered away, and she initially became the apathetic woman he remembered meeting in his office. His gut wanted to apologize for his cruelness, but he fought the urge and stuck to what must be said. “I need a lawyer, to which I’ve already awakened and is trying to help because I need to be on my way to Chicago to salvage the Bellini deal.” El checked his watch and knew his time was running out. “I have to get to the airport, Iris. I’m not going back and forth with you about this.”

Stepping closer to him, she reached out and gently touched his arm. Immediately, he could feel the heat from her palm through his suit jacket, and reluctantly, he looked into her eyes. Damn, he was drawn to those lips yet again and knew this woman could ask for the world from him, and he desired to do whatever she wanted. His words had been actual when he told her this. 

El could drown in her again because already he missed how tight her thatch smothered his shaft, yet her wetness made way for him. He’d never gotten so much of himself inside of a woman before, and her body had touched places he had never thought possible due to his girth.

Fuck! His manhood triple-twitched and seemed to cry out for more, and internally; he cursed because they couldn’t because of this damn situation.

Her hand moved up to his neck and pulled his mouth down on hers in a soft, gentle kiss that belied what she outwardly showed. He didn’t realize how much he needed her proximity and touch until this happened. His body wanted to melt into, blend, and swirl with her because she made intimacy.

Iris smelled like their sex – a combination of his musk and her delicate natural scent – mixed, entrancing him, and she tasted so warm and delicious.

He’d known nothing but handling situations, dealing with crises, and getting work done until now. Iris gave all that meaning, and he didn’t know how to tell her this or if he should because he knew how his feelings and taste could wane, leaving her hurt.

“El, give me the keys to your car,” she said. “I’m going to help you whether you like it or not because you’re used to doing things yourself, but I’m just as at fault with this mess. I don’t know why I wasn’t implicated in the videos like you were, but I’ll find out. I have your lawyer’s number on my phone, and I’ll give you updates so you won’t worry.”

El felt this would be a more prolonged disagreement if he refused to give her what she wanted, but she was right. He was used to handling his shit on his own. Yes, his partner helped him here and there, but El had been on his own most of his life, trying to figure out the problematic things independently.

With his conditions and past, a life of loneliness was all he expected because who would want to be around a man like him? On top of that, Iris had a kid! Children were not in his life plans. The fuss, the mess, and the smells! 

The thought turned his stomach. He had to be suspicious about her motives because she knew this wasn’t a forever thing. 

Why would she help? It wasn’t part of her “duty” to him—her body and business mindset. That was all he had asked for. 

This was going above and beyond her obligation to him.

Whether he liked it or not? 

Was she trying to work her debt off again with her body?

After the last two days, El wanted to honor this even though he’d said he would never. “I can’t stay here with you. I have to leave,” he said, putting his keys in her hand. “I serve no purpose in jail even though my lawyer could get me out.” He rechecked his watch. “I really have to leave, Iris.”

She hugged her body against him, and El was shocked because he didn’t expect her to feel she cared so much. He expected her to hate, despise, and enjoy seeing him endure something stressful. 

Not this.

Damn, he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her body and squeezing hard. “I really have to-“

She reluctantly pushed from his hold and went to her messenger bag-style purse. Pulling out a manilla envelope, she said, “If you’re going to talk with the Bellinis, here’s all the information and reports I pulled, plus a detailed analysis on each venture they could be thinking of getting off their hands.”

Again, El was shocked to the bone. “How did you know I would need this? And what would they need?”

“A lot of business pages, research, and you’re the best at getting the businesses from under them to free them for investment in Detroit. They are coming here for several reasons: in the report, I put together and thought of every possibility. I know this deal is important to you, and it aligns with your business plans-” 

El didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Was it for thanks, gratefulness, appreciation? He didn’t know, but dammit, this woman was amazing and fucking perfect! 

Fuck! He wanted to stay and ravish her body some more! 

Iris reluctantly pushed him away and pointed to the door. “Go! I can take care of myself. I promise. I’ll be in your car, so that will throw everyone off until I can get some answers for you, and then I’ll join you in Chicago.”

He loathed to leave but knew he had to get out of there. Damn, he didn’t even care that he was still bathe with all their juices coating his body. His nose didn’t flinch until he found himself outside the hotel room, aware of all the other scents.

Her scent on him was the only thing keeping him from throwing up from everything else as he ducked and dived to the sixth-floor secret elevators, used the code his partner had given him, and then took that down to a car waiting for him. 

His partner sent a message informing him that the plane was getting ready to take off as soon as El arrived.

Handle the business in Chicago, and by the time you return to Detroit, Tyler will be worth his weight in the gold you intend to pay him. I’m getting the actual footage as we speak to get over to him, and we’ll take care of the Wexford family together upon your return. I have my brother digging dirt up now.

What about Iris? Who would protect her? 

El leaned down and buried his face in his jacket, where her smell lingered from the hug she had given him. This helped him cope with everything around him and kept him from throwing up from all the smells trying to assault his senses. 

When they spoke about her leaving after he was done with her, El felt a shift in his whole body because he didn’t like how she casually talked about getting as far away from Michigan as possible. Would he ever see her again?

El needed to find a way to keep her if he didn’t want that to happen. But he could keep assigning her one project at a time because she would find every excuse to leave. What if he could find a permanent way to keep her? 

He thought about her father’s original plan. Arum was a scientist, and El was sure the man had thought about birth control in this illegal science experiment. The man hadn’t been whoring his daughter out without protection, but Russel must have done something to make Arum put his guard down. 

A baby! That baby had to have been Ruseel’s. Still, getting her pregnant was enough to make Damien feel responsible for the horrible things they’d all done. And the baby would have been the man’s sibling. 

Still, it was a baby! And even the death of the child had made her consent to her father’s will.

But what about a live baby? If she could carry El’s child to term, Iris would stay, right? 

There was the IUD, though.

An evil smirk moved across his lips because, with his thickness, he’d knocked things around inside of a woman before when he’d got her to open up enough. And Iris was putty in his hands once he got her started.

Growling in frustration, he buried his face more in his clothes, desperately seeking her scent to calm himself.

El should have demanded Iris come with him! He needed her beside him to bury his face in her neck, right behind her ear. Dammit! This woman was changing him! 

And no matter how El knew it was all wrong, he liked it! 

“… I’ll join you in Chicago!”

His manhood thickened, knowing he was going to get some more of her in a day or so. A lot more of her. He’d wash her down as soon as he saw her and then suck every drop out of her body!

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