𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡
It was 7:59.
Was I dressed? No.
Did I care? No.
I don't know who that man was, but I sure as hell was not going anywhere with him. Not when I watched him blow someone head off and then covered it up like nothing happened.
I sat down on my couch watching reruns of Jersey Shore while I ate the lasagna I had cooked. The lights were on and I left the window slightly ajar so fresh air could circulate through.
After living in the confinement's of my home for the past week it was nice for this to return back to normal. At least partly. There was still a slim chance that I could be killed due to the things that I had saw in that uneventful evening, but if that was the case there was no point in hiding and living out the rest of my days like a caveman.
As I went in for another bite a knock sounded at my door. My head immediately snapped towards the clock and I watched it turn from 7:59 to 8:00.
Damn, he was punctual.
I put my bowl down, turned off the tv, and walked over to the door. Before I would just open it, but a part of that was due to the fact that I knew who would be at my door, now, I didn't know if it was going to be a close friend of mines or some British assassin tasked to kill me.
I checked the peep hole and my shoulder slumped.
It was him.
"I know your in there love, now open up." He said.
With a huff, I moved the furniture that was blocking the door and undid the series of locks I had put up after my grocery store run.
Yeah, I came to terms with death but that didn't mean I wasn't going to take every precaution to avoid it.
I opened the door, and stood there. He looked me up and down, before our eyes locked. He silently chuckled to himself then motioned towards my outfit. I had in a pair of old Christmas pajama pants and hello kitty tank top. It definitely wasn't the outfit, but it was something.
"This is what you're wearing to dinner? I have to warn you, this is fine dining." He said with a cheeky smile.
"I told you I wasn't going." I said tilting my head up so I could seem less frighten than I actually was.
"May I come in, Beau." He said stepping towards me.
Of course he knows my name.
Although he asked the look in his eyes showed that was going to come in regardless if I told him yes or no. I stepped to the side and let him walk in before closing the door.
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💙