What was his name again? I simply didn't care! Anyway, the guts of him infuriated me. Tell me, how does he find it enjoyable to cause mayhem to someone's daily sleep? Every morning at 6:45, my neighbor would find it pleasurable to let his dogs out through the back door. Their annoying barks would stir me up from sleep, waking me up. One morning I decided to go to the window which was adjacent to his window and yell at him. But I soon fell silent when I noticed that my new neighbor was hot and also nude. His window was opened so that I could catch a full view of his body. I rubbed my eyes, disbelieving what was happening. Was he aware that he was bare to the world? Well, not obviously to the world. That would simply mean an exaggeration, but his window was directly facing mine! My eyes stared at his broad shoulders, strong biceps, and fierce, taunt bums. I felt a lazy throb between my legs, waking up the very need I'd squashed. The fact that I'd decided to become celibate wa
He was doing it again, dressing and undressing before my window whenever he felt that I was home. And when he did that, I always find myself wet at the spectacular view of him.To the extent that I was touching myself. What had happened to my act of celibacy? I was so screwed. Then, I remembered that he had invited me over to his place. But how could I possibly go over to his place because I wanted him to fuck me? It sounded so insane but I knew that if I didn't do something about it, I was certainly going to lose my mind.I prepared some marsh potatoes, packaged one for him, and walked over to his gate. He opened up after I'd knocked then he arched his brows in surprise at me."I prepared some marsh potatoes and thought to share some with you," I smiled."Really?" He laughed, taking it from me. He was bare-chested, sweaty, and breathtaking as always."I didn't expect to see you here," he added."Were you expecting someone?" I asked, wondering why he was staring over my shoulder."No
Truthfully, going over to Poseidon's house was strictly an avenue for me to have his kisses smeared on my face, mouth, and body. And every time he kissed me, I clung to him wanting more yet stopping him every single time. "You do this every single time, Sonia, " he huffed, combing a hand through his hair. I caught a glimpse of irritation. I wasn't sure I was ready for him. Why was I growing hot and cold? "I guess I'm just not ready," I tried a shrug. I had prepared a dinner of pottage, and after eating we'd begun one of our sessions of hot steamy romance. "Not ready, Sonia? But you do enjoy watching me stand naked. Or do you prefer touching yourself?" He asked. "I don't touch myself," I cried out. "You simply enjoy telling me lies of which I can't fathom why you do so," he was pissed. "Why are you pissed?" I shot at him. "Why won't I be? You are tossing me as a ball. Then, you string me along to make me believe that you want this as much as I do," he raved. "I'm
"Does he kiss you like I do?" Poseidon asked the moment Darrell escaped from the room. I didn't like the way my heart thumped at such an absurd question, I didn't want to be in the same space as he. He didn't care about me, why does he seem to care about what I did with his brother? "Isn't that too rude of you to ask of me?" I tutted. He scoffed. "You never let me when we go down there, do you allow him such entrance?" He stepped closer to me, meeting my gaze while his breath fanned my face. "You have no right to ask me such a rude question, now step out of my way," my breath was ragged before him. "Sonia?" He tilted my chin. My lips quivered making a slight parting, somehow, I craved his lips on mine. It had been ages since he last kissed me. I had a feeling that he did miss me as much as I did. But fury boiled within me, he was playing his cards right. He knew I still had lingering feelings for me, yet I was boxed with the thought of him having feelings for me. "Did yo
Poseidon was gone the exact second he said those words to me. He only left his lingering taste in my mouth. I coined a lie again to Darrell and went after Poseidon who was already settled in his house. I was ready and I was going to let him make love to me. His mouth curled up in a wide grin when he saw me. "This is 2 am, Sonia, couldn't you wait till dawn arrives?" He teased me, although I could sense his worry as his eyes lingered behind me. "I couldn't keep still," I said softly. His eyes squinted back at me. "Common in," he led me through the parlor and the vast, spacious room where he kept his equipment and his sculptures. "I used to be a sculptor before I became a carpenter. All that changed when my girlfriend broke up with me after I found out she had been cheating on me with my best friend," he took my hand in his. "But you have resurrected that king in me again," he grabbed the edges of the creamy material wrapped around the sculpture and dragged it off the object.
My boss asked me to stay in late, but I already had a date planned out tonight. And I didn't want to come off as a rude and presumptuous fellow, so I sat my ass down and cumbered myself with the task at hand. Other colleagues of mine had stylishly sneaked in a goodbye before leaving and I was left with my boss. "Mr. Tesla, how about these nuggets I came up with for the exclusive project?" I asked, coming into his office. His eyes peered up from his computer. He was quiet for a minute, studying the file which I'd given to him. "This is nice. Can you make it detailed enough?" His dark eyes shadowed. I tried a quick smile, nodding my head but as soon as I was out the door. I tore off my necktie. What more did he want from me? I want far spent. He should have asked the rest of my colleagues to stay put if he badly needed suggestions for the forthcoming project. Hilary's call pierced through the air, I grumbled as I reluctantly picked it up. "And where the hell are you? I've been
My boss was a mancho. A man with complete, dark, and intense taste. His house was the color of humus soil, exquisite in an old fashioned. Mr. Tesla led me through each room and I followed like a lamb to the slaughter. "Will you love to eat, shower, and take a rest first? We can begin business later." Mr. Tesla turned to me. "Business? I do not understand," I rasped, my gaze flipping repeatedly to the romantic chandeliers. Mr. Tesla gave a sexy grin. Walked closer to me and tilted my chin. He was taller, broader, and more tanned. "You are not a woman that I should give a detailed explanation to, are you?" He grabbed my phallus and pressed it softly until he felt it harden in his hand. I purely hated myself for going hard. Mr. Tesla was a fine man, with dark wavy curls for a man his age - boyish eyes and full lips. He was in his middle forties. How could he be interested in a guy like me? I suppressed the groan fighting to escape me. Squinting my eyes to hold myself in place.
Hilary did arrive, dressed in a sizzling gown which she'd promised to wear for valentine's. She was led to the room by the butler where Mr. Tesla and I sat in dark outfits, while plastic half-masks shielded our faces. She stood before us, smiling like a little girl that was being given a present. Mr. Tesla stood up and went over everything that he had earlier stated on the call. "Are you ready?" Mr. Tesla asked her. She nodded, smiling. "Yes, I am." She flipped back her colored tainted hair. "Once you're completely done, you will be paid. Just go over to stand before the camera and pull off your dress. Your partner will join you afterward," Mr. Tesla instructed. Mr. Tesla moved over to where I sat tuned out from the world. I was livid with shock. How could Hilary do this to me? This was a complete betrayal and reeking embarrassment. I watched Hilary starting to slip off from her red gown, her brassieres followed after then her panties. What was meant for two pairs of eyes
Not the way I intended to meet her. I swerved a little, arcing my leg to disarm the gun from her hand.But she was quick to dodge my kick, instead, she slammed me hard against the wall before me, clenching her teeth as she spoke."I certainly wouldn't hesitate to pull this trigger..," She spun me around grabbing my collar with her other free hand. Our eyes jammed and she froze."Alexandro?" The words slipped out from her lips.I cocked my brows as I met her eyes. "This is where you drop the gun," I said raising my hand to the barrel.Her mouth stretched slightly as she let out a scoff. "How is that possible? I mean I saw you being gunned down before me six months ago," she explained.Six months! Has it been six months already?I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for my..... I mean, Vinny.It was so difficult to comprehend the fact that I already had a son."How is that possible?" She back-pocketed her gun, stepped closer to me and began to stroke my face with her fingertips.
"I had a son...." The memory of those lines stung me immensely. I took a walk that evening. I couldn't bring myself to share in their little family dinner. I felt like an outcast as Antonio's words resurrected in my head. "Lydia, the mother of Vinnie has been deceased long gone due to grief of being separated from her son. I had to take the boy away for my safety, and for his safety but you simply never cared....," I was a hard man to please. How do you suppose I'd lived my life? A man who never played by the books, not by the rules but only by the words from my mouth. And now, I had a son, a son I had almost killed with my hands. And that same son who I'd almost killed turned out to be my savior. I pocketed my hands into my jacket as I entered a nearby coffee shop. I had some few notes in the depths of my jacket, I smiled to myself knowing how fortunate that made me. I recalled Antonio's words, begging me not to go out into the cold, that I needed more rest and I also ne
You thought I was dead, right? Truthfully, I thought I would die too. I caught images of the past stuck in my head - where Bruno hovered over my sprawling bleeding body arcing his gun to my head. What had occured before then? Ahhh, Bruno had wanted a little fun with Jacqueline - my very own property, unsoiled and only meant for me. He wanted to plunge me into fury - a dark, clouded fury that arouse the thirst for blood. A woman I had fallen madly in love with even against ethics, I had presumably known about her identity when she was treated by Charles. A woman whom Charles had advised me to play along to her tactics. The very same Charles whom I had presumed didn't seem to care much about the crimes of my yesterday. Life is funny, right? Charles played it cool, before me - he was loyal. Behind the scenes he played the sinner. What duly baffled me was how he was able to seal most secrets from Bruno, his very own cousin. Until, he felt the time was right. Charles and
I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us. Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma would finally reward them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with. Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call. "Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes. On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise. "Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face. Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck. Alexandro looked up and met
I let out an involuntary moan as he guided himself inside of me. "I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poison drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine. I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be! But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time. "I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me. "Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking. "How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between. What? He gave me the fake chest, how? I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him. My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shak
I didn't hesitate. I pulled off my long sleeved Tee top, then my fake chest came into view. Everyone had their eyes glued on my body, I definitely didn't look like a woman. The colour of the fake chest was the exact colour of my skin. Whoever had sneaked in the fake chest wasn't Maurice, I concluded. It was someone amongst Alexandro's men who certainly knew what was going on. "Do you intend I unbuckle my trousers as well?" I must have sounded thoroughly mad. Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro found a fancy attraction towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that. "No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus. "Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely. Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of
I was a little too late to press the button beneath the desk. Quickly, I crouched down beneath the desk, heard Bruno walk into Alexandro's office while muttering something to himself."No one is in here," someone was saying to him from the open door.Maybe, that could be Ramsey but this particular voice sounded different, deep and heavy with a southern accent. It could be any other person amidst Alexandro's men, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. I held my breath, praying no one moved close to the fall-front desk where I was hiding."I could have sworn that they were both here. He was right here with Suarez... You should have stabbed Suarez when you had the chance instead, that dude just gets on my nerves, I needed him out of the way..," Bruno put in.My hands curled into balls of fury. I finally got half of my answers, Bruno was talking to the person who had actually tried to kill me. And who could that killer be?And Bruno could possibly be the reason why Alexandro had been shot.
He tasted of smoke, weed, and coke. And the way his hungry, ravaging mouth sought the contours of my mouth had me clinging to him. The more I tried to pull free from the kiss - the more his ravaging mouth punished me for such betrayal. My head was slowly spinning - like I was gradually on something high. I knew the implications of being kissed by a heavy weed taker. Yet, his tongue would forcefully plunge into my mouth curling and sucking what was left of me. His hands tore my jacket apart - this wasn't good. I needed to stop being kissed before he discovered that I was a woman. My hands which had tried to push him off felt something sticky from his side - he wrenched his mouth from me, groaning as my hands traced the sticky substance. Blood. I gasped. "You're hurt," I said, looking into his eyes. "I should get Bruno," I added. "No, no, no. Not Bruno," he forced the words through clenched teeth, rolling away from me while holding onto his side. Blood sluiced between
My eyes widened as I felt the rope tighten around my neck. I frantically scrambled for the knife I'd also retrieved from behind my mirror and stuck it into the side pocket of my trousers. My fingers closed around it just in time despite the shooting pain coursing around my neckline. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to slice through the rope, feeling it give way beneath me. I plummeted to the floor, my bones cracking upon impact. A searing pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to catch my breath. Gritting my teeth, I assessed the damage – hoping to the heavens that it wasn't a broken wrist. Ignoring the agony, I hauled myself to my feet whilst shaking my wrist to fix the sprain, my eyes scanned the room as I entered the mansion through the front door. No signs of my attacker. Who could that possibly be? The door was still open, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of Ramsey's jacket disappearing around the corner. Determined to confront him, I set off in pursuit,