Thread: A Daughter's Price

Ivelisse Oria Espinal had been in town for exactly one week and already she was bored. Pulling her long dark waves out of her eyes she sat up and stretched, her petite and slender limbs still tired. The expensive phone she used to stay in touch with her friends back in the States. Mainly Thomas, the American boy that stole her heart as well as other things, was under her. Lifting it to her ear she heard the intake of breath and giggled softly before hanging up. Her father would freak when he saw the bill. Qu chingados es eso mija?! What the fuck is this my daughter she said under her breath, knowing that would be exactly what hed say. Shaking her head she stood and slid from the pale blue satin sheets. Caramel eyes scanned over her surroundings. Opening the door to the balcony she stepped out and breathed in lungfuls of salty sea air. Home. Looking down she saw the strange vehicle in the drive and cocked a manicured brow at it. Pursing her lips she turned and went back into her room. Smiling, she knew where her father would be and the best way to find out who would be in there. Smirking she pulled her long hair up off her neck to tie the flimsy strings of her bikini in place, the pearl color offsetting her tan skin and highlighting her curves. Slipping into white espadrille sandals she laced them up her calves and modeled in her mirror, turning she smiled over her shoulder and shook her hair out. The shoes added inches to her petite stature as well as made her ass look amazing. Always nice to make a good first impression, she winked at her reflection as she tied a sheer piece of fabric around her hips to cover her firm rounded backside, before she sauntered out of the room. Ivy, her mother, Estelle, called after her. Turning she smiled at her mother. Are you going to the beach again? she asked a smile plastered to her red painted lips and thickly made up face. Si Yes , would you like to join me Mama? She asked crossing her arms over her trim waist since being in the states shes learned that her body was a focal point and how to use it to her advantage. Though with her mother it was awkward, standing there barely dressed as her mother shook her head no. Smiling she nodded and moved away, Im going to tell Papa and Ill be back for dinner. Waving over her shoulder she swung her beach tote on her arm until reaching her fathers office where she placed the bag in a floral wing backed chair overlooking the front of the house. Pushing the heavy wooden doors open she sashayed across the white Berber carpet. Look I think that we can reach some sort of agreement here Mr. Richardson, I am an honest man and at this point , He sighed heavily. I am a desperate one, whichever terms you set I will agree too. My project will bring in much needed jobs, more tourists and more money. It is a win win, I will be able to pay you back the sooner it is finished. Opening a cigar box Alberto offered his guest the finest, Estelle had already come in and served drinks, the finest alcohol with which to pry his wallet open. He saw movement to his left and smiled widely. Ivy he almost sighed as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders. Meet Mr. Richardson. Eyeing the man inconspicuously she smiled warmly at her father and gave him a small hug, making sure to flaunt her ass at the stranger. Releasing her father at the introduction she smiled a little less warmly. The name she knew, though the face was not one shed seen before. A pleasure, Mr. Richardson, she stated and nodded. Turning her head back to her father, Papa I am going to the beach, I have my phone if you need me and I will be back for dinner. She bent and kissed his cheek making sure her ass didnt wave in the strangers face this time. Adios Bye. She said and with a simple nod was fluttering away. Be careful mijamy daughter, he called after her. Im sorry that was my daughter, Ivelisse. Alberto beamed. She just graduated from college in the states, wants to be a school teacher. Such a life ahead of her, to be 24 again am I right my friend? he held out his glass to make a toast. To the future and all that it entails. He sat back and puffed on his cigar. His mind on the profits to come rolling in from the deal on the table. Ivy giggled and closed the door behind her, staring down the male, Thomas had a goatee and she loved the way it tickled her skin when they made love. Just the mere thought made her miss him. Frowning she tossed her bag in the red convertible and she set the wheels to spinning as she pulled away from the house. Dialing his number she left a message. Hi baby, I miss you mi amor my loveonly another month and then we can be together. All is left is to find a job and freedom. Te necesito, te deseo, y no quiero vivir sin ti I need you, I want you, and I cant live without you. She turned the car into a spot and tossed the phone in her bag without a second or third thought to the man in her fathers office.