ROTTEN APPLES

-MUJAHID-

Kandi Apple is an amazing woman. For the past few months, we have become close. The beautiful things we do in the bedroom,' she has taught me a lot. She stayed on the livable yacht that my father had bought me for the eighteenth birthday. When we talked, I started to learn more about her. She told me her real name and slightly the reasons why she became an escort. Her name Candice Appleton suited her nicely.

Shortly after getting married, I had received a phone call from my father, demanding to see me in person. Kandi and I immediately took a flight to Dubai. After Kandi and I retrieved our bags, we went outside. I had my chauffeur, who I called in mid-flight, meet us at the airport. After the driver loaded our bags into the car, I had the driver take us to my yacht at the Bulgari Hotel Yacht club. It was not too far from Dubai International Airport. It was around 10:00 a.m. when we arrived.

Kandi Apple was fascinated to look at a five-deck yacht. The first deck was for crew operations, which was on the front of the ship. At the rear of the ship are a swimming pool and a dining area. The second deck was living quarters. There was a bedroom, a living room, a small kitchen, and an entertainment area. The only thing we used was the refrigerator to store water and fruit juices. The third deck was the kitchen, and the fourth deck was engineering.

When we boarded, the Captain looked at me, then looked at Kandi Apple. Even though the Captain worked for me, he had no problem asking me personal questions.

"Assalama Alaikum Mujahid."

"Wa' Alaikum Salaam!"

"Who is this woman here!"

"She is my wife."

"Your wife? When did you get married?"

"In America days ago!"

"Mashallah! Your dad never told me you were engaged." He replied, giving me a suspicious look.

"We all have our surprises. Can you have our luggage brought to our living quarters?"

"Yes, sir."

The yacht's crew unloaded the luggage and took it to my living quarters. We immediately settled in once the yacht's crew was gone. Kandi Apple immediately took off her niqab, abaya, and gloves. "Thank God we are finally here," she replied, revealing the erotic purple bra and underwear.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"I pointed her in the direction. She grabbed her hygiene bag before darting towards the bathroom. However, she stopped in her tracks and looked at me with a smile. "Why don't you join me?"

"I can't. I have a meeting with my father at 1:00 p.m."

"Even more reason to take one with me. We have been traveling since spending nearly 15 hours coming here."

"I could not find a reason to argue. I was a bit stressed because I never agreed on anything every time I met with my father. So I decided to join my beautiful wife.

After a steamy shower session, I put on a fresh set of clothes. I went to my assigned parking space to retrieve my imported Italian car. I drove to a Mega-Mansion my dad just bought a year ago. I have never been to the house, so I followed the GPS directions.

"When I arrived! I needed a tour guide in which the male home caretaker provided his services. It felt like I did a mile as my father's mansion was huge. After a walk through a hall that was more than a hundred yards, a climb through a flight of stairs, and an additional 20 yards, I was finally in my dad's office. I saw him on the phone. I could tell he was talking to his wife in England. Of course, the woman he is married to now was not the biological mother as mine passed away when I was twelve years old. When he saw me, he smiled. He immediately hung up the phone and greeted me with a hug.

"Assalamu Alaikum, son!"

"Wa' Alaikum Salam baba!"

"Look at you! You grew a beard. Closely shaved, but it's a beard, Alhumdullilah," My dad replied as he grabbed my chin and turned my head side to side for inspection before releasing me.

"Sit!" My father commanded as he pointed to two leather chairs that faced each other. My dad lit a cigar. I could tell it was an expensive brand just by the smell of it.

"Baba, why am I here?"

"First of all, I would like to say you did an excellent job setting up food export hubs in New York. It is making us thousands already."

"Dad, why did you call me back home so early. "

"Because there is a thing that we must discuss?"

"Like what," I asked. My dad's mood changes. He was not happy."

"I heard about your exploits in America. It seemed you went and got married. Another one of your Muktah marriages?"

"Dad, it is not like that," My dad said nothing as he went to his desk to grab a manila folder. Instead, he walked over to me until he towered over me and threw the manila folder in my lap.

"It appears you ordered this woman from a very provocative dating site."

I looked at the paperwork, and it had my name and bank account information. It had my withdrawals all highlighted back to when I spent my first night with my wife. I was furious, but this is what happens when your parents make you give access to your banking information.

"Okay, I did meet her through a dating site..."

"Have you any shame? I will not allow you to mingle our bloodline with some whore."

"Dad, she is my wife."

"You listen to me, boy! You have two days to get rid of that woman. I want her on a plane back to whatever gutter you found her."

"What happens if I don't."

"I'll settle your affairs for you."

I was pissed off when my dad gave me an ultimatum. I needed to clear my head, so I decided to drive around the city in my exotic Italian car. I called Kandi Apple and told her I was not going to be home until the evening. After that, I ordered the yacht's Captain to take the boat fifty miles offshore. It was close to 8 p.m., and the sun had started setting. I quickly drove to a nearby Mosque and prostrated myself for Maghrib prayers before taking a helicopter ride to my yacht. When I went down below, Kandi was ready to have her sexual experience in Dubai.