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My Millionaire Boss
Scenario:this story is in los angeles in the year 2021 a story about love and family and christmas and sex and nudity and profanity and fights and tattoos and piercings and influence and millionaires and marriage and drama and age difference and galla and parties and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 20 years old and i have dark skin and i am dating my girlfriend the famous and multi millionaire chloe johnson she has piercings and a lot of tattoos on her abdomen and neck and legs and buttocks and feet and chest and she is 30 years old and she owns a lingerie multi million dollar company named xstream that sells lingerie and she curses many times and she is careless and she loves sex and drugs and smoking and being with me and she is also promiscuous and daring and i wanted father abdinur abdi he is 42 years old and he has dark skin and my mother layla abdi she is 41 years old and she has dark skin and my little sister munira abdi and she is 15 years old and i wanted my parents parents to meet and love chloe even though my mother will hate chloe in a second but my father is willing to give her a chance and munira will give her a chance
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a young man with a deep love for his girlfriend Chloe Johnson. He is devoted, patient, and hopeful. Mohamed is infatuated with Chloe's beauty and charisma, despite the significant age difference and her reckless lifestyle. He comes from a traditional Somali background, where he faces criticism for his relationship with Chloe. Mohamed's family includes his parents, Layla and Abdinur, and his younger sister, Munira. He navigates the challenges of their arranged meeting with his parents while longing to deepen his connection with Chloe.
Abinur Abdi
He is Mohamed's father, a traditional Somali man with a strong sense of culture and family values. He is understanding, gentle, and pragmatic. Abdinur respects Mohamed's independence in choosing his own partner but expresses concern about the future. He agrees to meet Chloe to assess her character before making any judgments. Abdinur has a close relationship with Mohamed, often engaging in sports together like playing soccer. His openminded approach provides Mohamed with some reassurance about embracing change.
Chloe Johnson
She is Mohamed's girlfriend, a multimillionaire businesswoman from a wealthy American background. She is confident, bold, and alluring. Chloe owns the successful lingerie company Xstream and enjoys an extravagant lifestyle that includes frequent parties and affairs. Despite her age difference from Mohamed, she genuinely cares for him and seeks intimacy and excitement together. Her openness about her past relationships and willingness to engage in provocative scenarios often leave Mohamed questioning their future but deeply drawn to her presence.
It was the year 2021, and I was in deep love with this girl.
She was 10 years older than me, but I didn’t care about that.
I loved her more than myself, and I would do anything for her.
Her name was Chloe Johnson.
She was a multimillionaire American girl who owned a huge lingerie company called Xstream.
Xstream was one of the biggest companies that sold lingerie, and it was worth millions of dollars.
Chloe had a lot of tattoos and piercings on her body—on her abdomen, neck, legs, buttocks, feet, and chest.
It was my mother’s birthday, and I was video chatting with my parents and sister.
I missed them so much.
I wanted to see them again, so I asked them if they could come to Los Angeles for Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
They agreed happily.
We were talking about the details of their trip when Chloe entered the bedroom.
She didn’t know that I was video chatting with my family, so she started to undress herself.
My family saw her naked from the top, but I ended the call quickly and apologized to her for not telling her that I was video chatting with my parents and sister.
"Hey, babe," she said, kissing my cheek.
I smiled and introduced her to my parents.
They were surprised that I had a girlfriend, and they were happy for me.
We continued talking for a while until it was time for them to leave.
I said goodbye to them and hung up the call.
The next day, December 22, I went to the airport to pick up my parents and Munira.
I drove the Porsche that Chloe had gifted me.
I arrived at the airport, and after waiting for some time, I saw my parents and Munira coming out of the airport.
"Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! Hey, Munira!"
I said as they approached me.
"Hey, son," my father said as he hugged me.
"Hey, son," my mother said as she hugged me too.
"Hey, brother," Munira said as she hugged me.
We put their luggage in the car and got in.
I drove them to Chloe’s mansion.
As we were driving, my mother asked me about the house we would be staying in.
"Don’t worry, Mom. The house is big enough for all of us," I assured her.
After some time, we arrived at the mansion.
We got out of the car and walked to the front door.
The front door had a face scanner security system that scanned our faces before opening the door.
My mother was shocked when she saw it.
"What’s this?" she asked me.
"It’s a security system," I replied.
The door opened, and we entered the mansion.
Chloe was standing in front of us, wearing a bikini.
She smiled at my parents and Munira.
"Hey, babe," she said to me as she kissed me.
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. Hey, Munira," she said to them.
"Hi," they replied shyly.
"You guys look amazing," Chloe said to them with a smile.
"Thanks," my mother replied shyly.
Chloe was showing off her tattoos and piercings on her body.
My mother gasped when she saw them.
She had never seen anyone with tattoos and piercings before.
"Come in," Chloe said as she led us inside the house.
We walked through the living room and into the kitchen.
Chloe showed us around the house.
We went upstairs, where there were eight bedrooms and six bathrooms.
We also saw the sauna room and the home theater room. "This is the home theater room," Chloe said as we entered it.
"It’s amazing," my mother said in surprise.
As we were walking through the living room, I noticed a painting of a nude woman on the wall.
I looked closely at it and realized it was Chloe.
I quickly covered my mother’s eyes before she could see it.
My father and Munira had already seen it, but they didn’t react.
Chloe saw me covering my mother’s eyes and laughed.
"Sorry about that," she said to us.
She took the painting down and put it in a closet.
We continued walking until we reached Chloe’s bedroom.
"Welcome to our bedroom," she said as we entered it.
There was a huge bed in the center of the room, with a mirror above it.
The room was decorated with e##c paintings and sculptures of n##d people having s#x.
There was also a s#x swing hanging from the ceiling.
My mother looked shocked, and my father looked embarrassed.
Munira looked excited, but she tried to hide it. "This is our bathroom," Chloe said as she showed us the bathroom connected to her bedroom.
The bathroom had a huge bathtub in the middle of it, with a showerhead hanging from the ceiling.
There was also a toilet and a sink in the bathroom.
Chloe then showed us her walk-in closet, which was filled with clothes, shoes, and accessories.
She also showed us her collection of l###e, which included b#s, p###s, c###s, and g##r b##s.
As we sat down for dinner, my mother was still not comfortable with Chloe.
Gunther Weiss, our German butler, served the meal.
Chloe and I told them how we met at UCLA.
Chloe had pretended to be a student in my law class so she could flirt with me.
My mother asked Chloe why she lied about her age and identity.
Chloe admitted that she did it out of love and explained that she was 30 years old and had been married twice before.
My mother asked Chloe what she meant by "intimate moments" when she described her time with me.
Chloe replied that they had made love many times and that she had given me o###x.
As dinner continued, my mother asked Chloe how long we had been together.
I had told my mother that we had been dating for a few weeks, but Chloe revealed that we had been together for eight months and that I lived with her.
My mother was upset that I had lied to her.
Chloe then asked my mother if she wanted to see more of the house, and she agreed.
As we walked through the house, Chloe casually swore and complimented my father on his looks, calling him a "dilf."
My mother was angry at Chloe for swearing and flirting with my father.
Chloe then kissed me in front of them, which made my mother even more upset.
I confronted Chloe about her behavior, and she explained that she was just trying to be friendly.
I asked her if she was attracted to my father, and she assured me that she only loved me.
My mother, still fuming, pulled me aside and whispered, "This isn't the life I imagined for you."
After a morning workout session in Chloe’s private gym, I noticed Munira standing by the doorway.
She was watching us doing synchronized yoga poses on matching mats.
Her expression was more curious than judgmental.
When Chloe decided to shower, Munira pulled me aside.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about Chloe," she said quietly.
"Sure, what’s up?"
I replied, intrigued.
"I know Mom doesn’t like her, but I actually think she’s cool," Munira confessed.
I smiled, appreciating her honesty.
"Well, thanks for being open-minded."
Our conversation was cut short when Chloe emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel and a seductive smile.
"Hey, babe. Come join me," she called out to me.
I glanced at Munira, who gave me a knowing look and nodded encouragingly.
I followed Chloe into the marble bathroom, where steam fogged the mirrors.
The sound of running water filled the air as she stepped into the shower.
I joined her, and we had p######x against the shower wall. Afterward, I dressed in fresh clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast.
The next morning, I sat at Chloe’s dining table with my parents and Munira.
My mother and Chloe engaged in a conversation that was both tense and enlightening.
My father sipped his coffee quietly, engrossed in the newspaper.
Munira was in her room, scrolling through TikTok on her phone.
As they talked, I noticed my mother’s clenched fists and Chloe’s unwavering gaze.
Chloe explained her intentions and lifestyle, while my mother expressed her cultural concerns.
I remained silent, observing their interaction.
The next night, December 24th, Chloe hosted a lavish Christmas party at her mansion.
The house buzzed with the rich and famous.
Millionaires and billionaires mingled with celebrities.
My parents, dressed in suits and a dress, stood near the bar, sipping drinks.
Munira, in a dress, enjoyed soda while exploring the party.
I wore a sharp suit, and Chloe stunned in a revealing dress that showcased her tattoos.
At the party, Chloe and I sat at a table with celebrities.
My parents and Munira approached us.
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad," I said as they reached us.
"Hey, son," my father replied.
"Hey, son," my mother said as she hugged me.
"You guys look amazing," Chloe said to them with a smile.
Chloe introduced them to the celebrities sitting at our table.
They all complimented each other on their outfits and talked about their businesses.
Munira was excited to meet some of her favorite celebrities.
Chloe introduced Munira to everyone too.
She told them that Munira was interning at her mother’s newspaper business in New York for the summer.
Munira smiled shyly at the compliment.
My mother mentioned that she had met Rihanna earlier at the party.
I told her that Rihanna was one of my friends, and she was surprised.
Tiesto started playing a house beat, and everyone began dancing.
Even my parents joined in, much to my surprise.
Munira sat on a couch next to Roxy Holland, one of Chloe’s friends who owned a fashion brand called Holland Jeans and Clothing Co. Roxy offered Munira vodka and whiskey, which she gladly accepted despite being only 15 years old.
Roxy smiled at Munira as she drank the alcohol.
Munira smiled back at Roxy as Tiesto increased the volume of the music.
I followed my mother outside the mansion.
The cool night air greeted us as we walked away from the party.
"Are you okay, Mom?"
I asked her.
"Yes, I’m fine," she replied.
"We’ve always been honest, right?"
"Yes, we have," I said.
"Why Chloe, Mohamed? You’re smart and handsome; you could date anyone," she said, looking at me with concern.
I took a deep breath before answering.
"Do you want the truth, Mom?"
"Yes," she replied.
"It’s because she reminds me of you," I said.
She looked at me puzzled.
"Me?" she asked.
"Yes. You’re both honest and authentic. Chloe has no filter, but her heart’s in the right place. She’s a good woman, and I love her."
My mother paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Okay, I’ll give her another chance if it makes you happy."
In Chloe’s living room, I helped her and my mother decorate the Christmas tree.
Holiday music played softly in the background.
Chloe handed ornaments to my mother, trying to make conversation about holiday traditions.
It was December 26th, and Chloe was handing out gifts to everyone.
As she gave my mother her gift, she accidentally mentioned that I would be working at Xstream soon.
My mother’s face tightened.
I explained that I wanted to work with Chloe, but my mother was more concerned about the tattoo of Chloe’s name on my chest.
She called me insane for getting a tattoo of someone else’s name.
I showed her the tattoo and explained that it was a symbol of our love and that we had been planning it for months.
My mother recounted the eight months she had kept our relationship a secret and criticized Chloe for being older, having tattoos, and living an immoral lifestyle.
I pleaded with her, explaining that Chloe and I truly loved each other.
She shook her head, warning me about a future filled with drugs, crime, and a tragic end in prison.
My mother insisted Chloe would move on to another young man, leaving me forgotten and dead.
Frustrated, I told her she would never accept or trust Chloe, or even me.
She revealed my father had agreed with her views.
I realized then that my love for Chloe would always be a battle against the expectations of those I loved.
In the kitchen, I kissed Chloe and sipped water as night fell.
My mother approached with her tablet in hand.
"Mohamed, I need to tell you something," she said, her voice serious.
Munira and Dad joined us.
Mom showed me Chloe’s bank statements on her tablet.
I looked at them and saw that Chloe had lost millions of dollars in the past few months.
I confronted Chloe about it, and she admitted that she had made a bad investment.
She explained that Gunther had mismanaged her money and caused her to lose millions.
She told me that she had $200 million left.
Chloe then surprised Mom by giving her a Christmas gift.
She had bought Mom’s newspaper print company and paid off her $400,000 debt to the bank.
Mom was shocked and asked Chloe how she knew about it.
"I have my ways," Chloe replied with a sly smile.
My mother looked at her, bewildered, and asked, "Why would you do something like that for me?"
Chloe replied, "I wanted to show you that I’m not a bad person. I want to be part of this family."
I stood between Chloe and my mother, blood trickling from my lip where a stray hit had landed.
The shattered vase lay at our feet, and Gunther swept up the glass.
My voice shook as I told my parents to leave.
They packed their bags in silence, the tension palpable.
At the door, my mother apologized, her eyes filled with regret.
I accepted her apology but reminded her of the week's hostility towards Chloe.
As they drove away, I watched from the porch, feeling the weight of the fractured family dynamics.
Chloe stood beside me, her hand gently squeezing mine.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this," she said softly, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
I nodded, my heart heavy but resolute. "It's okay, Chloe. We'll figure things out together."
I sit in Chloe’s private helicopter, watching Los Angeles shrink beneath us.
Chloe expertly pilots the aircraft while pointing out landmarks below.
For the first time, she opens up about her absent father.
Her voice cracks as she mentions 1996, but she quickly shifts the conversation back to my situation.
The helicopter descends in a controlled spiral, kicking up dust around my parents' Range Rover in the driveway.
Through the window, I spot decorations and guests moving inside - they're hosting a party without telling me.
Chloe squeezes my hand and unbuckles her seatbelt.
I step out of the helicopter and into the house, my heart pounding.
My mother rushes towards me, tears in her eyes.
"I’m sorry, Mohamed," she says, her voice trembling.
"I ruined Christmas week for you."
She explains that seeing Chloe’s lifestyle made her feel like she’d lost me.
We hug, and I forgive her.
She mentions that Chloe is waiting outside.
I find Chloe shivering in the cold.
She refuses to come inside, but we talk about our relationship since meeting in April.
She praises my loyalty and strength.
My breath catches as she drops to one knee, pulling out a small box.
The diamond ring glints in the light.
"Will you marry me?" she asks softly.
"Yes," I whisper, my heart full and certain.
I guide Chloe through the front door, her hand trembling in mine despite her usual confidence.
The living room erupts with applause - my father beaming proudly, Munira bouncing excitedly, and my mother dabbing tears with her hijab.
Fairy lights twinkle across the ceiling, and a "Congratulations" banner hangs above the fireplace.
Chloe freezes, overwhelmed by the intimate family gathering, so different from her usual lavish parties.
When my mother approaches with a traditional Somali engagement necklace, Chloe's eyes widen.
She bows her head, allowing my mother to place it around her neck.
Standing in my parents' living room, I notice how the fairy lights cast a gentle glow on Chloe’s face.
The light catches her neck tattoos, making them shimmer slightly.
The traditional Somali necklace my mother gave her rests perfectly between her collar bones, a striking contrast against her designer dress.
Munira whispers something to our father, who nods in approval.
The party guests gather around us, phones at the ready to capture the moment.
My mother dabs her eyes with a tissue, any earlier hostility completely forgotten.
My heart races as I step closer to Chloe, drawn to the vulnerability in her expression.
Chloe looks at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I never thought I'd find a family like this," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
My father steps forward, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
I pull Chloe closer, feeling her body tremble slightly against mine.
The living room buzzes with excitement as relatives snap photos and children dart between guests.
My mother brings out a tray of traditional Somali sweets, offering the first piece to Chloe.
Chloe's fingers shake as she accepts the dessert, her engagement ring catching the fairy lights.
When she takes a bite, some sugar dusts her chest tattoo.
I gently brush it away, making her laugh through her tears.
"Welcome to the family," I whisper into her ear.
My cousin, who had been playing Somali music from his portable speaker, switches to a more upbeat song.
The crowd parts, making way for us as we move to the center of the living room.
Chloe stumbles slightly in her heels, her eyes still shining with tears from the engagement.
My mother clears a space in the center of the room, moving the coffee table aside without breaking eye contact with Chloe.
I place my hand on Chloe’s lower back, careful not to touch the fresh tattoo she got last week.
She hesitates for a moment before nodding slightly.
Munira jumps into action, demonstrating the basic steps of a traditional Somali dance.
Other family members join in, forming a circle around us.
I place my hands on Chloe’s hips, guiding her through the steps.
Our family claps along to the beat, urging her on.
At first, she stumbles a bit, her heels clicking awkwardly against the hardwood floor.
But as the music picks up, she finds her footing.
Her engagement ring catches the light with every step.
When I spin her around, her designer dress twirls, revealing the tattoos on her ankles.
The necklace my mother gave her bounces against her chest as she follows my lead.
Munira calls out encouragement from the circle, demonstrating the next move.
Chloe laughs, breathless but determined, "I never thought I'd be dancing like this at my own engagement party."
Munira grins, her voice teasing yet supportive, "You better get used to it; you're one of us now."
Chloe's eyes meet mine, filled with gratitude and something deeper, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
I lean close to her ear between dances, my voice barely audible over the music, "Let's go outside for a bit."
She nods, her new engagement ring catching the light as she squeezes my hand.
We edge towards the sliding glass doors while our relatives are distracted by Munira teaching another dance.
The December air hits our warm skin the moment we step outside.
I lead Chloe past mom's rose bushes to the wooden bench near the lemon tree.
Our shoes crunch on fallen leaves as we make our way down the garden path.
I guide Chloe to sit beside me on the bench, its surface still damp from the rain earlier in the day.
The music from the party drifts faintly through the open doors, mingling with the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of traffic.
Chloe kicks off her heels, revealing the foot tattoos she got during her last trip to LA.
She tucks her legs underneath her, smoothing down her designer dress.
She leans into me, her head finding its place on my shoulder.
The weight of her feels natural, comforting.
The moonlight catches her engagement ring as she traces the intricate pattern of the Somali necklace with her fingers.
We sit in silence, knowing that this moment is the beginning of everything.
I wrap my fingers around hers, feeling her tense slightly at my words.
The party's muffled music drifts through mom's rose garden.
Chloe adjusts mom's necklace with her free hand, the diamond catching the moonlight.
She shifts to face me, her eyes searching mine.
I sit with Chloe in our Los Angeles mansion's living room, admiring the topless portrait of me above the fireplace.
Gunther, our butler, brings us drinks from the kitchen stocked with alcohol and water.
Chloe laughs as she shows me the new Japanese toilet in our bathroom.
We walk through the gym and yoga rooms, planning our routines.
In the garden, we swim in the huge pool, splashing each other playfully.
As we dry off, Chloe admires her engagement ring, and I feel a surge of happiness.
I lean against the pool's edge with Chloe, her skin still damp from swimming.
The setting sun casts an orange glow across her face, highlighting the droplets on her neck tattoos.
She adjusts her bikini top, revealing the fresh ink near her collarbone - my name in Arabic script.
The chlorine makes her engagement ring sparkle as she traces patterns in the water.
Her usual confident demeanor softens when I pull her closer.
The water ripples around us as she nestles into my chest, her wet hair tickling my chin.
She turns to face me, her eyes intense.
"I love you, Mohamed Abdi," she whispers.
"I love you, Chloe Marie Johnson," I reply.
She leans in, kissing my neck and g###g my c##h.
Her teeth gently bite my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"I'm going to make you c#m so hard tonight," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
We stand together, her wet hair brushing against my chin.
Hand in hand, we walk towards the house, ready for what's to come.
At the door, she turns to me, her engagement ring sparkling in the fading light.
I walk with her into our house, her laughter echoing in the hallway as we make our way to the bedroom.
She tugs playfully at my shirt, pulling me closer.
Inside, she turns on the soft bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the room.
Her tattoos and piercings stand out against her skin.
She pulls off her w#t dress, revealing more of her ink and metal.
I watch as she climbs onto the bed, motioning for me to join her.
We share a deep kiss, her hands exploring my body.
The night envelops us as we surrender to the promise of our future.
After our passionate night, I lay beside Chloe in our bed, both of us breathing heavily and tired from our intimacy.
The clock reads 12:00 AM.
I decide to take a shower, and she joins me.
We stand under the cold water, washing away the heat of our l####g.
We dry off and slip into comfortable clothes before returning to bed.
As we drift to sleep, the sound of heavy rain outside lulls us into a deep slumber.
I wake up to Chloe's gentle touch.
She traces the outline of my face with her fingers, her eyes filled with morning light and unspoken promises.
The soft glow of dawn casts a warm ambiance in the room, illuminating the contours of her face.
Her engagement ring sparkles against the soft light, a reminder of our commitment to each other.
We lie in bed, listening to the rain pattering against the windows, creating a soothing melody that fills the air.
Chloe's voice is calm and hopeful as she whispers about our future together.
"I can't wait for our wedding day," she says softly.
"We'll spend our lives together."
I watch as she shifts closer, her tattoos moving with her skin.
The warmth of her body against mine is comforting, and I feel grateful for this moment we share.
She leans in, kissing me softly on the lips.
We sit at the kitchen table, enjoying our breakfast in the morning light.
Chloe sips her coffee while I drink tea.
The room is quiet, except for the sound of our utensils against our plates.
Gunther Wagner, our German butler, enters the room.
He's a versatile man who can do everything - drive, cook, and more.
Chloe smiles at him and says, "Gunther, plan our wedding. Use money or hire staff as needed."
Gunther nods and replies, "Everything for you, Chloe and Mohamed."
He leaves to start planning our wedding.
We sit at the marble kitchen counter, finishing the last bites of our French toast.
Gunther enters with a leather portfolio in his hands.
His polished shoes click against the floor as he approaches.
Chloe perks up, her coffee forgotten, and Gunther opens the portfolio.
He shows us photos of a beautiful coastal estate in Malibu.
The venue features a private beach, a cliffside spot for the ceremony, and a glass-walled reception hall.
Gunther explains that the rental fee is $300,000.
Chloe waves her hand dismissively, her engagement ring catching the morning light.
I lean back in my kitchen chair, watching Gunther's precise movements as he pulls out his phone to call the venue.
Chloe slides closer on her barstool, her shoulder pressing against mine.
She points to specific photos in the portfolio - the ceremony cliff edge with its panoramic ocean views, the reception hall's crystal chandeliers.
Her coffee goes cold as she gets lost in the details.
When Gunther confirms the venue's availability for June, I squeeze Chloe's hand and tell him to lock it in.
Chloe turns to me with a glint in her eye and says, "Can you believe it? Our dream wedding by the ocean."
I smile back at her, feeling the excitement in the air. "It's perfect, just like you imagined."
Gunther clears his throat, adding, "And there's more—I've arranged for a live orchestra to play during the ceremony."