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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: If you don’t know, Essence Folsom’s story is coming out on Jan 1st. The timeline may be off a bit when you read her book. In Essence’s Divinity, the catalyst of her events gets Iris sick and tired of being sick and tired. In that story, many people ask why Iris wasn’t around, like for the final scene or various places where Essence would have needed her cousin. It was because Iris married Dwayne, and she could only sneak away when he was working during the day or when he would drop her off at night.

Iris had to wonder what happened in the lobby of the bed and breakfast to make him come out more serious. She remembered how excited he was at the hotel when they were getting ready to leave. Being exhausted, she couldn’t enjoy the moment, but she loved that he wanted to marry her, and not just for the reasons he stated, even though he didn’t express those feelings.
She couldn’t help but lose her head over the fact that this gorgeous man would be her husband, but she was an analyst. This could be another test to let her know to keep her eye on the mission and not involve her heart in this. He’d stop warning her he was a hard man to stop desiring, and El was right about that, but he had also always reminded her his feelings and affections were temporary.
Carefully choosing her words, Iris responded, “Your sister will get your business because you are below a loss, which you cannot rectify until certain business deals are done, which could be three months to a year, depending on your success. Marrying me will prevent your sister from immediately taking your company, securing your position, and giving you time to get the company back on its feet.” 
Tension eased out of his shoulders, and El took a deep breath of relief. “And you know this will be for a limited time, and are you okay with this?”
“Just like our personal relationship, I understand the circumstances. I’m going into this marriage with my eyes wide open,” she answered, not making eye contact. 
And El stared hard, almost through her, as if he were looking for something else.
Hiding the joy and elation she was feeling was becoming harder and harder. The man knew her body in bed like the back of his hand and could illicit pleasure from her soul and make her bones vibrate. 
Yet, she’d gone her whole life shielding her emotions. Her father would beat her within an inch of her life if he knew how she really felt. Her fears were pushed away even from herself. Perhaps she would have remembered what her father had done to her if she had faced them. And the baby. Her life. Her mother.
Iris wouldn’t think about it on this day – her wedding day.
Today, she could only think she was taking a step toward her feelings.
“Our rooms await,” he said. 
She breathed a sigh of relief, glad they were done with that subject and then decided to address another subject with him. 
As he helped her out of the car, Iris asked, “Did you tell your lawyer about Damien’s current state?”
“I did. Before we left, I sent Tyler information about Damien’s wishes. It slipped my mind to inform you of this,” he said apologetically. 
She wasn’t upset and was touched that El was trying to do something, but she couldn’t return to Detroit immediately because of his side quest. “I understand what you did. Essence was in a tizzy. She takes her job very seriously, and your lawyer isn’t polite regarding his client’s needs.”
“When we get through with this, I’ll handle it.”
Correcting him, she said, “We’ll handle it, El.”
El seemed shaken by those words, but he nodded solemnly. “May we proceed, ma’am?”
Iris noticed he looked hesitant and worried he’d done something wrong. Did he care about her feelings? 
Did a few days in Chicago change him just as much as he changed her? 
“Of course,” she responded and followed him inside the quaint lobby of the bed and breakfast. 
When they entered, an older black woman greeted them, holding a tray of nonalcoholic sparkling drinks with fresh mint and freshly baked cookies. “Welcome,” she said. I can take the bride-to-be to her suite.”
“Thank you,” El said and turned to her. “I’ll see you soon. Tyler’s having our paperwork delivered in about an hour, but that will give you more than enough time to get ready.”
“Get ready?” 
“Yes,” the older woman responded. “You can’t walk down the aisle in that.”
Iris looked at the business outfit she had worn yesterday, thinking she was okay. They were just getting married. In her last wedding, she had tossed on one of her deceased sister’s hot pink fluffy dresses, with too much makeup from some lady her father had been sleeping around with who swore she knew how to “beat” a face. It felt like her face had a pound of makeup, but Dwayne said she looked almost pretty, like Violet, if he squinted a little.
The wig had been itchy, and Iris was sure the dress had been infested with mold because that was pretty much all she smelled all day until Dwayne snatched it off her head along with her dress, threw her on the bed, and…
She pushed those horrible thoughts from the past out of her head as she took steps up to a second floor colossal home.
The older woman led Iris to a soft pink and white bedroom with a full-size bed, vanity, private shower, and a small walk-in closet. 
A box from a dress designer Iris was unfamiliar with was on the bed. Opening the box was a simple form fitting to the floor-white silk wedding dress slightly off the shoulder with a floor-length white veil, elbow-white gloves, lace silk underwear with a bra, and white pumps. 
“It was delivered a few minutes ago from Detroit,” the woman informed her. There is also some new makeup for you to use and some soaps and lotions in the bathroom. If you need anything else, please call me on the private phone. It’ll ring the desk.”
Iris felt slightly overwhelmed, and her confusion likely showed on her face. 
“Do you want this?” the woman questioned.
No one had asked her that at her first marriage, so why did it matter now?
“I’m helping-“
The woman cut her off. “I don’t need to know the ugly details. People come here for various reasons. We’re like the Greta Green of Michigan when people want to tie the knot. What I’m asking you is if YOU want to do this. Get married to him?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Yes. He asked, and I said yes.” She looked down at the ring. “I want this.” She wanted this for many reasons, but deep down inside, she desired to marry her boss. 
“Then there’s nothing to be nervous about. When you walk down that aisle to him, remember this.”
Iris smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you in an hour to take you downstairs to the altar. If you change your mind, I’m only a phone call away. That phone goes straight to the desk.”
When she was left alone, Iris sat on the bed, still dazed. Was this a dream? 
She asked herself when she was about to marry Dwayne.
But this time was different. 
She’d seen her soon-to-be husband naked, and he knew how to arouse every single skin cell on her body. 
Flutters immediately came to her stomach as she thought about just running. Iris could make it to Detroit, grab Clem, and disappear. Getting far with the bit of money she had saved would be more challenging, but she could run. Yet she knew that was no life for Clem. After everything he had been thorugh, he needed stability.
But she didn’t want to run. She wanted to stay and be his wife for as long as El would have her. It was all she could hope for.
Touching her lips, she remembered tasting him last night and how thick his serum was, a sticky sweetness she could drink on a moment’s notice once he was her husband. She loved sucking down his pre-cum, feeling his thickness coat her lips. 
She would miss drinking him the most once this was over, but her freedom was more important than anything. Still, she would get all she could get.
The thirst to taste him again was firm in her at that moment, and she wished…
There were a few short knocks before the door slowly swung open, and she stood up to face whoever was coming in.
El stood at the doorway with just his shirt and pants on. There was a twinkle in his eyes as if he had the biggest secret in the world. He looked as if he had been in the process of changing his clothes but had stopped abruptly.
Something was on his mind again. Iris waited for him to address her but was unnerved when he didn’t enter the room.
“I felt I should come up here to see you before you walk down the aisle,” El said but made no move from the doorway. “May I come in?”
She looked at the doorway as if some invisible lock prevented him from entering. “You don’t need my permission.”
“I do,” he responded. “In this house, there’s rules. One is that the bride’s suite is for the bride, and only with permission can the groom enter. The proprietor expressed this as one of the most important rules. They’ve had some incidents. There are cameras in the hallways. Are you going to permit me, Iris?”

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