CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE ( The Gift)

Lucas.

Helen, was as sweet as the dinner party night, the smell of love, which I have not for a very long time smell, filled my nostrils. It brings back memories that have long been berried in my mind. I couldn’t stop getting more of her. Her grip on my back was a trigger. It made the wild beast inside of me came to play. I was like a lone wolf who had finally got prey and waited no further to devour. After a proper fill, I lay flat, breathing like a bull. In fact, that night was the best night I have ever had.

The sound of my ringing phone snapped me out of my deep sleep. I stared at the screen and wondered who would call my privet number with a strange line. I sat up and pick up the phone. I didn’t say a word when I placed the phone on my ears, and I didn’t have to wait long before the voice from the other end start sounding on my ears. At first, I didn’t know who was speaking, though she sounded familiar. I looked around and saw Helen’s delicate face, she was sleeping peacefully.