Imagine Felix taking you to Mexico with him.requested by: a wonderful anon <3 i also caught t
Imagine Felix taking you to Mexico with him.requested by: a wonderful anon <3 i also caught the other request you sent in, and am working on that!! thank you so much for the wonderful ideas, keep them coming!warnings: mentions of prostitution, general seductive (i hope) behaviour.Read Part One here.You looked up from your novel. Isabella’s eyes flicked away from you, gaze suddenly very intent out the window. You didn’t shuffle in your seat, even though it was uncomfortable. You didn’t shrink away, didn’t even care. She was a queen, sure.But on this plane, you were the queen.You laid your book in your lap and openly looked over at Felix, watching him as he sat opposite you.He wasn’t looking at you at first, but he must have felt your gaze. He turned to you too, and though you couldn’t see his eyes through his shades, you knew he was looking back at you. You smiled. He nodded, face straight and neck stiff.That was it. The whole interaction.The sea was visible through the window, wide and blue - you were on your way to Mexico.You weren’t entirely sure how; you were of no use to Felix really, but somehow you convinced him. A Colombian, and better yet, a Colombian prostitute known to have previously been with the Medellin cartel. You were basically a flashing sign to all of the authorities saying that Felix was now in the cocaine business, but he still brought you.Clearly, he could care less. He knew he was untouchable.You retracted your stare from the sea, directed it back at Felix, and noticed he was still looking at you. Or at least, your general direction.You decided to test it. You opened your novel once more, Felix clear in your peripheral vision. You scooted in your seat only slightly, your dress riding up a little to expose your thighs, which you then crossed, expression neutral and airy as you could manage.Felix stiffened, cleared his throat, and promptly turned his face to the window.Gotcha.He’d been cold to you, calloused, and strategically you were useless to him. But he’d let you board his plane. This was why.You settled back with your book, smug on the inside, but it only lasted a few minutes.He called your name, and that choppy accent made his words seem harsher than they needed to be. “You’re gonna dye your hair, change your name. And you’re not Colombian anymore - its best you drown that accent. The job I have for you will take a new identity, and manipulation.”“The… job?”“You didn’t think I brought you here for nothing, did you?”It took control to keep your lips from pressing together sourly. Instead, you focused on keeping your face lax, your brows raised patiently, though inside you were reeling. “Well, no.” Not even a lie.Isabella knew what you meant, you could see it in her face. But you wouldn’t be humiliated. “I can manipulate, Felix. How else would I have got on this plane?”written by: archie -- source link
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