Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Nass

“I AM done,” I smiled at Caine when I stood in front of him inside the salon.

He lifted his eyes to my face from the newspaper he was reading. I showed her my fingers and my toes but the hem of my jumpshorts dipped, so instead of looking at my foot, his eyes fixated at my inner thigh.

“Look at my fingernails, not my pussy,” I rested my foot on his thigh and he held it in his hands, caressing it so fondly. He examined it for a moment before he looked up at me.

“Black?” He didn't sound very fond of my nail polish.

“Why? Don’t they look lovely? This will match my skirt this coming Saturday night,” I put down my foot and twirled in front of him like a child, but he just lifted the other corner of his lips as a response.

He shut the newspaper and put it back on the table.

“Pretty perfect. If that’s what you love, then who am I to paint it white? You look so seductive…That’s the only thing I hate, the only thing I’m so afraid of,” He pierced his gaze into my eyes.