Chapter 3

Ingrid’s POV

He stretched out the bouquet, “For you, Miss Wilde.”

I stare down at the flower but say nothing, like I was frozen, with my heart racing frantically. 

“Miss Wilde?” he touched my exposed arm, and I snapped back to my senses, startled by his touch.

“What are you doing here?” I asked weakly, avoiding his gaze.

“To bring you these,” he pressed the flowers into my hand.

I clear my throat, “How do you know where I live?”

“I know everything?” he smiled smugly. I raised my eyebrow questioningly.

“And also, your address was on your employment file,” he shrugged.

I raise the flowers to my nose and inhale them. They smelled delightful, enough to make my head spin. Or maybe it was Kareem’s musky perfume that made my head spin. 

I am not sure anymore.

He reached out and tucked lose strands of hair behind my ear, “I see you are an ambassador for messy hair,” he chuckled.

I slap his hand away gently, stifling a smile.

“Aunty Ingrid?”

Fuck! I had completely forgotten about Liam.

“Hello,” Kareem waved at the little boy that came up to stand beside me.

Liam matched Kareem’s smile with an even bigger smile.

“Come on, it’s bedtime,” I took Liam’s hand and moved away from the door. 

I turn around and found Kareem still standing at the same spot.

I sighed. I was certainly going to regret this.

“Come on in.”

I took Liam up the stairs and into the room I prepared for him. 

“Go brush your teeth,” I said rummaging through his backpack for his pajamas. He leaped into the bathroom, humming a poem.

I pace about the top of the stairs, wondering if it was a good idea for Kareem to be in my house at this time of the night. I mean we are both adults and all whatnot, but I wasn’t mentally ready to deal with Kareem and his sexual advances. And to make things worse, I had a child in the house; I had to keep things PG 13 down here no matter what.

“Are you going to pace around the stairs all night or are you going to pour me a drink?” Kareem said on top of his voice. I could hear the smugness in his deep voice. “You keep shuffling your feet, it’s a bit unnerving,” he continued.

“You can pour your drink yourself,” I retorted, skipping down the stairs.

“Already did.” He raised his glass.

I grabbed a bottle of whisky and an empty glass from the island and made my way to the sitting room.

Kareem plopped down beside me on the sofa. For the first few minutes, we drank in silence. Kareem’s lingering gaze was nerve racking. For some reason, I could hear Kate’s voice in my head, indulging me to try new things and let myself live a little. With Kareem sitting right next to me, it was getting incredibly difficult by the minute to resist that temptation. I should have worn something less tacky, but how was I supposed to know that he would show up at my door? The shape of my nipples were clearly visible in my sleeveless, silk dress. 

“As much as I enjoy watching you tremble under my gaze, I don’t like the silence.” He took a mouth full of his drink.

“I am not trembling, I am just uncomfortable,” I corrected, a weak attempt at regaining my dignity. Not that it helped.

Putting his glass down, he moved closer to me, leaving little or no space between us. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Miss Wilde?” he asked in a low, husky tone. Something about the way he said my name, made my head spin.

He lowered his hand to my exposed thigh, and slowly slid his hand upwards. I could feel the hair on my skin stand in anticipation, his strong, musky cologne impaling my sense of reasoning. 

We shouldn’t be doing this, I know, but more than anything I wanted his hands to do more than slither up my thigh.

“Do I make you nervous, Miss Wilde?” He repeated, leaning closer, his lips only a few centimeters from mine and his wandering fingers slithering under my dress. His every move, slow and calculated, to drive me to the very edge.

“I…I…” I stuttered weakly, my eyelids flickering shut. 

With his free hand, he removed the glass cup from my hand and replaced it on the table. 

“Sayidat Jamila,” he whispered, his lips slightly grazing my ear. Slowly, he traced wet, delightful, kisses down my neck, he paused and sucked on the nape of my neck. A moan escaped my lips. He pulled away, and I gasped mourning the loss.

His lips curled in a smug smile, and in a swift movement, he discarded my dress. He stood to his feet and feasted on me with hungry, yet kind eyes. Normally, my first instinct would be to hide and cover up, but the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it made me want to expose all of me to him, completely, without ever holding back. 

He slowly slid out of his suit; his eyes glued to mine. He enjoyed watching me shudder in anticipation and when he pulled his boxer down, he smirked as my eyelid flickered in surprise at his full glory. He lifted me up, strapping my legs around his waist, and carried me up the stairs. 

I pointed at the door to my bedroom and soon we were safely inside my dimly lit room. He flung me unto the bed and flipped the light switch on. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I shudder in anticipation.

He knelt down, his face cradled between my thighs. I lifted myself on my elbows to have a better view of his beautiful face. He smiled before lowering his head to place a kiss on my clit. A gasp escaped my lips as my legs trembled at the contact. 

His tongue circled my core before it wandered down my wetness. I fell back onto the bed and gripped the edges as tightly as I possibly could. 

Kareem’s tongue dipped in and out of me. I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning loudly. My insides screamed with a new kind of hunger, a hunger that made me grip his soft, coiffed hair between my fingers and pushed his head deeper between my legs. 

He left my pussy and moved upwards, leaving a trail of wet kisses. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his minty breath on my nipples. I arched my back, causing his wet lips to brush against my aching nipples. I moaned loudly when he took one of my nipples into his warm mouth, caressing it softly with his tongue. Then he moved to the other nipple and repeated the same thing. He moved upwards, pausing to look into my eyes.

“Please,” I whispered, unsure of what I was begging for. 

He smiled, before pressing his soft lips hungrily against mine. The soft growl in his throat sent volts of electricity throughout my body. I dug my nails into his back as sweet, sensuous feelings filled my stomach and threatened to erupt.

Gripping my waist, Kareem moved into the bed. 

He spread my legs, “Miss Wilde,” he said in a husky low tone. “Say you want me.”

“I want you, Kareem,” I moaned.

“Louder,” he said, rubbing his member around me, which made me arch.

I whimpered, “I want you, Kareem. Please.”

I gasped as he eased himself slowly into me, filling me up completely. I arched my waist, urging him to continue. 

“Look at me!” his whispered, locking my hands above my head. 

My eyes struggled to stay open, looking into his deep brown eyes made my head spin. He bit his lower lip as he took the first stroke. He started slowly taking one deep stroke after another.

“Fuck!” he moaned as I squirted.

As though that was an invitation, he took faster, deeper strokes. I broke free from his hold and held onto him desperately. I wanted him to keep going, to do the nastiest thing to me. My toes curled in sheer delight. I couldn’t get enough of this man.

As he drove deeper into me, I dug my nails into his arm, every moan escaping his lips making me shudder. I could do this forever with Kareem, he knew how to touch and when to touch. He was a beautiful sex god, with every stroke carried out perfectly, hitting the right spot like a golf pro.

Still struggling to keep myself from bursting from ecstasy, he put me on all fours and rammed his cock into me. There had to be a sex school, because that was the only explanation on how he knew the right moves and how he handled my body so expertly.

“Cum for daddy,” he whispered, pounding his cock into me. I cried weakly, as my legs trembled and my inside burst from pure delight.

Seconds passed and we were both on our backs, gasping for air when my phone rang.

Shit! 

I struggled free from his arm, picked my phone and hurried into the bathroom.

“Kate,” I whispered

“Gurl, you will not believe what is trending on the news right now,” She yelled.

“What is it?”

“I will send you a link, you have to see it yourself.” She ended the call.

The bathroom door flew open, and there was Kareem with his signature smug look etched on his face.

My phone screen lit up and I saw she’d sent the link. What was so important that she couldn’t wait till morning?

I clicked the link and the headlines caught my eyes almost immediately, instantly filling me with a rush of violent anger and disgust.

KAREEM FINNEGAN OF FINNEGAN INDUSTRIES ASSUALTS FEMALE EMPLOYEE….