Not quite long after, Pheonix finished dressing up and left for the club to search for the father of her baby. A soon as she left, Isis, bored out and not knowing what to do, remembered how her day ended withe James storming out of the hotel room. As her mind went to their makeout session, she let out a sigh."I want it too though," she muttered to herself, then rubbed her forehead. "I'm just scared of the pain, and of course, I don't wanna sin. Premarital sex is a sin, yeah?" She asked aloud as if she was talking to someone. She let out another sigh and laid on the couch. "I'll keep telling myself that till I believe it," she muttered as she stared at the ceiling.About a few minutes later, the thought of ending the argument with James came to her mind. She let out a sigh and sat up on the couch. She picked up her bag and brought out her phone from it. Immediately, she dialed his number. She continued calling him, but he didn't pick up her calls, yet it was ringing. After trying to c
"It wasn't James I had sex with," Isis blurted out."Wait, what? Really?" Pheonix asked, obviously shocked. She was aware that Isis had no other man, so it made her wonder who she could have been fantasizing that much about. "Who was it?""Uhm, my boss," she said, but Pheonix looked at confusedly, since she knew she didn't have a job."Which? You've had quite a few, you know?""The one that fired me." She muttered, knowing fully well how her friend would react.Pheonix's eyes opened wide in shock as soon as the realization hit her. "Oh my God! You fantasized fucking your hot boss you told me about??!""Gosh, Pheonix!" Isis shouted and nudged her to reduce her voice. "Lower your voice, okay? Someone could hear us!"Phoenix scoffed and smirked at her. "Really, Isis, really? We're the only ones in here, you do know that, yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at her."Whatever, Phoenix," she rolled her eyes and looked away. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she thought about Omarion and all
After much persuasion from Pheonix, Isis followed her advice and decided to find a job at a club in an lowlife hotel in the area. Apparently, Omarion doesn't deal with low-lofe hotels like that, so when she got there, they knew nothing and just accepted her for the job, to resume immediately. Gladly, she did."That one," the customer, who looked like he was in his early thirties said to Isis, as he pointed at a wine glass on the cabinet behind her. He was dressed in a red suit and he carried a black suitcase. He probably had a long day at work with the way he yawned almost every minute. "The one with the red cover.""Oh," Isis said and turned her back to look at the one the customer had just requested for. She covered her mouth with the back of her right palm as she yawned slightly. Maybe it was the customer's yawn that was contagious, or maybe she was also as tired as the man, she could not tell which, but she knew it was more of the latter. Her baggy eyes and the tiny dark circles a
Isis woke up to see herself in the hospital. She was on a hospital bed in a ward of an hospital she knew not. Immediately she figured out where she was, she bounced up from the bed."What am I doing here?" She muttered to herself as she looked around. She tried to sit up but she felt a sharp pain on her left arm. "Ugh," she groaned as she touched the part it hurt with her right hand. It was a covered with a bandage and a drip was connected to the same hand. "The heck?" She asked herself as she tried to think of the last thing she remembered doing before she found herself where she was.The door to her hospital room opened and a man in brown suit walked in, together with a lady, who was obviously the doctor with the white lab coat she had on the usual doctor's uniform. The man heaved a sigh of relief as he and the lady walked up to her bed. The doctor had a stethoscope around her neck.As soon as they got to her bed, the doctor sat on the edge of the bed. "You're up," she said to Isis
LIZETH'S POV.The elevator dinged and we stepped in. James pressed a button to his floor, the floor that had the room he had booked down for us to meet. I looked at him and was shocked to see the heat in his eyes. I knew he wanted this, he wanted me, but since it wasn't our first time, I didn't expect him to look that hungry for me. I was honored though, it only meant that I do my job well.He shoved his hands between my legs and cupped me tightly. I felt his palm through my heat. I grounded myself against his palm a bit. It felt good.I dropped my bag to the floor and put my arms around his neck and leaned up. He caught my hands and instead raised them above my head pushing me against the wall of the elevator. His hard chest pushed against my breasts and immediately my nipples tightened.He leaned in and nibbled on my neck. He inhaled deeply, like he was enjoying it all my smell, my skin and my body. He dropped little kisses along my neckline, around my shoulder and then he nipped th
"Babe, are you still pissed?" Innocent Isis asked from the other side of the phone. She was obviously confused with the tone of voice he used for her."Pissed?" He scoffed. "Just because of sex? Something I can always get wherever I want?" He chuckled lightly."What the… do you even know how offensive that sounds?" Isis asked."And would you like to hear something more offensive?" He asked her, and just as she was about to answer him, he replied again. "Never mind. I'll just tell you for free. We're over, Isis. That's it. I'm done.""Excuse me?! What did you say?""We're over, woman! Get a life and stop troubling mine!" He yelled at her, and just as he was about to hang up, he heard her ranting. Ignoring it, he added. "And don't ever dial my number again, either by mistake or intentionally." He then scoffed. "I know you'd never listen, so better still, I'd just delete your number." With that, he hung up the call and hissed. "Bitch.""That's my baby!" Lizeth yelled happily and rushed t
Omarion sat on the floor in his sitting room. Everywhere was silent, as he was the only one home. His maid had gone out to get some things done. In front of him were several empty bottles of drinks which he had drunk within the last hour. Another one was in his hand as he gulped it down his throat. Anyone seeing him could tell that he was already drunk. Suddenly, he stopped drinking and dropped the bottle on the floor gently."What the fuck is wrong with me?" He questioned himself. His eyes were so red and he looked pissed, probably an effect of the alcohol he had been having continously. "What the fuck is wrong with me these days, uh?" He asked himself again."I mean…" he suddenly gulped. "If I ain't thinking about that bitch that betrayed me, Lizeth, I would be thinking about fucking someone to get over the thoughts of her. And that's where Rachel comes in. I have now turned to a sex freak because of this fucking heartbreak.""Damn!" He suddenly growled and threw a bottle to the wall
"You do know that I'm at the club, yeah? I'm still searching for the father of the baby, and—" Phoenix was about to lay down her frustration, since she had been at the club for about five hours now, and she had not seen the man she was in search of. But Isis was fast to cut in and voiced out her own rants first."He broke up with me, Phoenix. He broke up with me," Isis replied from the other side of the phone with a very shaky voice, and anyone could tell that she had been crying."He broke up? James? What the..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about the situation her friend would be at the moment. "I'm on my way. Stay still, okay? And be fine for me till I'm back. I promise, I'd be there in some minutes. Be fine, okay? Hang in there for me.""Okay," Isis replied faintly and hung up the call.As soon as she hung up the call, Pheonix's head got disorganized. The last time she heard Isis cry that bad was when she lost a close relative, and there she was all alone at home."I hope s