Not My Type

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The meeting was for men selling their daughters to him.

He needed a wife and he was offering to pay the family off in wealth if he took a liking to their daughter.

They even went as far as trying to sell their own wife. It's crazy what small amount of money can make people do.

Imagine millions of currency.

Kamari scanned through all the photos of the women that was inside the file his assistant Soraya gave him.

(A/N:Lmaoo)

he didn't like any , nun of them was lady like and look too immature.

he didn't want to take care of a child or a teenager girl who would've told his business which would lead him to killing a whole family line off.

He told Soraya to dismiss everyone after he left because he simply didn't care for any question they had. His choice was final, he never had to rethink .

Once he say something he meant it and it was no changing his mind.

He went the private way out the building, getting inside the black truck that has to stay there no matter how long he stay inside the office. That was his rules or simply die going against them.

The drive to his home was a far ride which gave him time to think on his next move .

He didn't know how he would find a wife in 30 days before the contract with the mafia will be over . Hearing his phone ding , he looked down to see his mother had text him :

Ms. Joey

Hello son , I am outside your home and I brought a lovely girl that I think would help you around your home instead of them sluts you call a maid.

Ok.

Messages ended .

Kamari was just like his mother .

Stubborn and bossy. No one could tell his mom " No" and anything she planned in her head she was going make sure succeed in reality.

She didn't know who her son really was either. she was a sweet older woman living a retired mom life without a care in the world to know .

He had a house In every state as well as a business. Every state he own a home in, he made sure he was making money there.

he wanted to expand his drugs in other countries too. No one could make crack or Cocaine like him.

Arriving to his gated home in the hills he seen his mom CLE63 AMG benz sitting outside .

He prepared himself to meet this so call " help" she felt was safe enough to bring to his home.

His mom knew not to cross that line . She would never bring people to a home her love ones sleep. Even his family couldn't come or get his number , He was just that private.

"mari baby we in the kitchen" he heard his mother yell by the door . He took his suit jacket off handing it to one of his half naked maids as he walked down the long hall that leads to the kitchen .

As he entered the kitchen he seen a brown skin chubby girl standing next to the island but never less she still had sex Appel even with her hair everywhere and her clothes looking a mess he found a liking to her chubby arms , cheeks and thighs.
Her shyness and the books she had in her hands stood out to him.