- 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈𝐈 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦

I followed behind him and stopped next the table as I watched him pull off his jacket and rest it on the table. He took a seat and motioned for me to do the same. The room was silent, and in that moment I started to wish that I hadn't turn off the tv earlier. Snook is would have probably drown out the absolute silence I was experiencing.

"You know, I have my questions but my biggest thing is how does a twenty three year old college student can afford a flat like this. When I was twenty three I eating chips every night and sleeping on a pull out couch." He said fixing his glasses.

It was true, I lived way better than most of my college counterparts but it was simple. "Life insurance," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"But I'm guessing you already know that..." I trailed offf.

"Raymond, Raymond Smith." He said.

"Okay Raymond, since you asked a question about me, let me ask you something. Matter a fact let's play a game called twenty one questions." I said.

"I don't wanna play a game." He said.

"Ehh, do you really have a choice Ray?" I said.

"You obviously forgot who run this show." He said pulling a gun out and resting it on the table. "I could kill you right now and get away with it." He said.

He was right. Way too right for my liking. I needed to switch this thing around before he got too trigger happy and bullet goes through my head.

"Don't tell me you're going to kill me before you fuck me." I poured turning in my chair.

"I know you want RayRay, that's the only reason why your putting up with this shit. You wanna fuck but that can't happen if you kill me. Well, it could but that'll be necrophilia at that point and by the looks of it I don't think your into that. Now, let's get down to the nitty gritty. How does a twenty three year old who survived off of fries, managed to do so well for himself?" I asked folding my hands.

He chuckled and folded his hands as well. "I sold drugs—marijuana distribution to be exact, while I was in school and worked my way up." He said.

"I've been in the game so long that I've come to learn a thing or two, some more valuable than others. One thing that I really came to master is smelling bullshit and it's all over you. Life insurance can get you some nice things, but this." He said motioning to my apartment.

"You can only maintain this by receiving another source of income."

It was now my turn to chuckle. "And what do you think I do for living?" I asked him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I might be a little older but I know how twenty one questions work Ms. Smith. Now, answer my question. What do you do for living?" He said.

Sly little shit.

"I developed an untraceable, undetectable, and hack proof software that allows me to sell and distribute drugs around the UK and also in neighboring countries." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"You already know this so why are you asking?" I asked becoming more annoyed by the second.

When I created this software it wasn't supposed to go this far. It was just something to keep me afloat, but I got to deep and now here I was, sitting across a man who looked like he didn't care about killing me.

"I might not believe in there being a man up above, but I do believe that sometimes the universe put you in places with the right people at the wrong time to help you, and you being at the pub that eventful day really helped me. You see, although my operation has turned me into a multi billionaire, I still need a little help with getting my goods in certain areas of the world." He said making me scoff.

I got up from my seat and Raymond did the same, but he carried his gun every step of the way. "Sit down," he said in front of me but I wouldn't budge.

"Fuck you," I seethed.

"When?" He asked with a smirk.

"Never," I said.

He grasps the hinge of my jaw and tugged me up to his mouth. "I could give you the world," he said looking down at me.

"If I wanted to I could have the world. I could have your entire operation and know every single one of your weed farms in under fifty seconds, so instead of treating me like I'm some punk I would recommend you to treat me with some damn respect." I said, the edge of my teeth over his lower lip.

Ray plunges his tongue deep into my mouth and I couldn't help but to moan against him. He placed the gun in the table and used his hand to cup my face and deepen the kiss.

"Mhm, no." I said pushing him away from me.

Ray adjusted his glasses and walked up to me. I expected him to try and kiss me again but he brushed past me and grabbed his gun. I watched as he tucked it away and then threw on his coat.

"I'll be taking you to lunch tomorrow at twelve so we can discuss business. Please be dressed this time or so help you God." He said before he walked out, leaving me dazed and confused.

- sorry if there's any grammatical errors. I wanted to get this out for you guys so I didn't reread.
-Happy New Years btw💙