Thea Carl startles the moment he sees us and stops pacing. "Carl?" I call, questioning him with my gaze. "Carl?" Cassie calls excitedly. "What a surprise. I'm Cassandra...." "I know you, you're Angel's sister." Cassie had stretched forth her hand to exchange pleasantries when he cut her off. He simply stared at her hand and smiled while she withdrew it awkwardly. "You must hate me." "I only hate your brother not you." He says and I was surprised at how blunt he was. Didn't think he'd act that way to Cassandra but then her brother almost killed him. Was I expecting him to be kind to her? "That's fair enough." Cassandra said, I knew she felt bad. Carl forced a smile and turned his gaze to Camila. "Camila?" He said, his smile was more genuine. He clearly didn't fancy Cassandra. "Yes, hope you're not having a hard time." Camila said showing genuine concern. "Been good so far." "Good to know." Camila said but her expression was doubtful. Considering what Floren
AngelI listened to Thea and contacted Lola. I set our meeting for the next day. We met at a restaurant close to a designer store where I had dropped Thea to do some shopping while she waited. I had made reservations for a Vip space in the restaurant so that we could have the privacy we needed to talk about business. Less people were on this space and they weren't even close to us. A waiter serves serves us our drink and gestures a smile before leaving. It was just me and Lola and things got a little bit awkward. We stare at each other for a while and I could see the red tint on her cheek, she tucked her lips in trying to surpress a blush and it reminded me of Thea, the times she did that. "You're smiling." Lola says breaking the silence and bringing me back to reality. "I'm I?" "Mmhmm...." She hums and I chuckle. I had been thinking about Thea and enjoying the feeling that I didn't realize it had translated to a smile. "You always appear too serious. I only see your playful sid
TheaI stared at myself in the mirror trying to love the dress I was wearing. I was still critical about it. I bet the sales associate was exhausted already. I was indecisive of the particular what clothes to choose. My mind wandered to Angel and I was curious to know how his meeting went. I hoped Lola had something that could be of help to him. I also couldn't help the thoughts that flashed through my mind. What if she had tried to kiss him just like she did before or done something inappropriate. I frowned, cursing within me. "Did my comment offend you? I didn't mean it that way. I'm so sorry." I was taken back to reality by the lady apologizing. "Ah! No, I was just thinking of something else. It wasn't you." I said feeling uneasy. "Ah... I get. We can try somethings else then. It would have been better if you had something in particular you were searching for.""I don't. I'm just shopping randomly." She nods and picks out another dress, it was a sheer, crystal gown. The eres wa
Carl couldn't muster the courage to go back to Florentine's room that day, he was already livid that the girls had caught him by her door so he didn't want to take any chances. During the weekend games he found himself unable to take his eyes off her, especially with the way she was dressed that day. Her attire accentuated her features more, she looked a lot younger than what her usual style made her be. She let her hair fall and it was beautiful, having a loose wave to it. She just looked different and better. He really couldn't concentrate on the game and it wasn't just because of the way she looked that day. Ever since that night he had harrassed her, his mind was never at ease and like karma, he began to see her at every corner he turned to. Almost like he was being reminded that he was yet to give a proper apology to her. Today, he decided to meet her by every means possible. He wasn't going to let anything distract him so he came to her room once again. He landed a knock on
They walked in silence untill Florentine decided to break it. "How old are you?" She blurted. "Thirty two." Carl answered and her heart dipped. She swallowed hard. A decade gap shouldn't be of much concern. What in heavens was she even thinking? She yelled within. No, this was bad. She should have been fifteen years older, that way the difference would seem outrageous. "I'm forty one.""I wasn't going to ask and you didn't need to tell me just because you asked my age.""Well, I just did." "You could pass off as someone in her thirties. You just have a more mature behavior. You mother everyone, so it can't be helped." "I'll say you flatter about the thirty stuff.""Late thirties." He said feeling amused. "That's a cruel joke." They both laugh and silence followed. She couldn't believe she just laughed.They arrive at the tennis court and go to sit there. She rubs her shoulder feeling chills from the night's cold. "You should have gotten something thicker." She looked at him gl
Thud!That was the sound of my dancing heels hitting against the floor as I dropped them. I was rendered wordless at the papers before me. My hands drew slowly to the edge of the paper that was placed on the table. I swallowed a mould of fluid that got stuck In my throat before picking up the papers hastily."But why? I asked looking at the weary face of my mother. She stood across the table, her hands folded to rest on her chest. A way of bracing herself from the emotional war that was going on within her."Scott has been cheating on me." The moment the words fell of her lips, I paused like a statue. My breath seized for some seconds and my mind went blank but began flooding with several guilty questions just immediately. I wondered if she knew already. My throat was getting dry and at that moment I couldn't bring myself to say a thing to her."Why the lies?" She said and stared at me like she was asking a question aware of the answer.This was hard for me to do, I couldn't lie to
"I can't promise to behave if you keep staring at me that way." He said, his seductive eyes piercing through my defense. His voice rendered me weak and soon my mind flooded with scenes of our intimacy and the ecstasy that came with it. I brought my lips together, swallowing a mould of fluid. My breath was racing feeling the heat from his closeness. Damn! We were outside my mother's room and yet I could feel the sexual tension between us. His presence was poison to me, how could I be so turned on by him at this situation."What are you doing here Scott?" I asked, avoiding his gaze. He took a more relaxed posture and countenance taking a step away from me. At least I could breath a little better now." The obvious, to see your mum."" I thought you were fucking just me but it turns out that you were fucking her best friend too." My tone was a bit harsh. I didn't know if I was angry because he betrayed my mum with her bestfriend or because I felt my pride hurt that he was fucking anothe
"Calvin?" My boss, the extremely hot and sexy man whom all the strippers wanted to have their hands on. From gossips we heard about him, he was a good slut man in bed. I always fantasized about having sex with him but he never looked my way. Actually we regulars didn't catch his fancy. Whatever intimacy he had were with the Vip strippers but here he was trying to seduce me before I got to dance at the pole."Did I surprise you?""Uh...." I swallowed hard as if choking in my words. I didn't know what to say, I had been startled by it at first but now I wanted more of his touch. I could see the craving hunger in him. He must have been shocked by my wet pussy. It was unatural and I could see he was stopping himself from devouring me now."I didn't mean to. I was just passing by and heard you moaning, so I dragged my legs to the direction of the sweet sound I was hearing."" Oh... I didn't know I was being loud. Sorry about that." I said my head lowered a bit embarrassed but instead he