It was almost eleven. Elaine needed to get to work, and possibly resume duty. She shouldn't have come, waiting endlessly for a stranger who was toying with her. Elaine had met Gary on Tinder, and the two had sparked off vibes like they'd known each other forever. Their talking stage had stretched into a two-month affair until Elaine voiced out the prospect of them meeting. Gary had been hesitant at first, he enjoyed Elaine's company but he wasn't sure the time was suitable for them to meet. Elaine plunged on, stating how good they would look and painting scenes of them together. From the pictures posted online about himself, Elaine detected that Gary was wealthy and handsome. He was also kind based on his soothing words being said to her occasionally. So, she turned to her younger sister, Diane, hoping for some suitable advice. Diane had supported her view, that Gary could be a rich man who would fall in love with Elaine and their lives would turn around. Elaine flagged down an
Elaine bit her lower lip as she fought the aching, sweet feeling enveloping her. Her good samaritan was doing dirty things to her, things she hated but her body needed. How long would she continue to wade off his body?He pulled up the rest of her gown which settled above her succulent roes. Groaning, he took one hungry tiny nip into his mouth. He heard a gasp which was followed by a moan from her. By God, she was wet for him - slippery, tasty, and wet. The sweet, budding scent of her femininity was everything he prided on. Why was she fighting him off when her body ached for him?He snugged two fingers into her clenched hole. Slowly at first, he shoved in and out, intensifying the thrusts until she was moaning loudly.Elaine's head jerked her from side to side, purely eluded by the sensations shooting through her body. Her pelvic region was betraying her, bucking incessantly whenever the samaritan yanked out his fingers from her tunnel.How was this stranger able to know her sensiti
Things had just happened in a flash. The stranger spilled the contents of her handbag, her previous dress fell out, a black pair of heels, a book, coupled with some crumpled sheets of paper and some wads of money which she intended giving her younger sister for her tuition f*e. He smirked, picking up the money, and thrusted her out of the car with her property. Elaine landed on the floor with her butt. She winced as pain embraced her to the top of her head. Staggering, Elaine gathered herself to her feet, dumbfounded on the pathway. Her mouth was unable to utter a word. She had been harassed, robbed, and thrown back to where she belonged. She wrenched her head back to the road hoping to catch a glimpse of his plate number but hazy smoke oozed from his tailpipe tailed behind him. She scoffed at herself. She had been a fool for trusting him. Bracing up against the need to spill tears, she picked up her scattered book, and dress and placed them into her Fendi bag. Kicking the sheets of
The moment she was out of Willow's sight, she managed to retrieve her handphone from Lelia. She had told Lelia her plan of meeting someone without divulging all its details to her. Lelia had been considerate of sneaking her out, advising her not to take her phone along. "I waited for you," Elaine's fingers tapped away on her keypad, hoping to get a quick reply from Gary from the other end. "I'm so sorry, Elaine. Something came up, shoulda told you about it but I decided to come seek you out at Transcity Club instead when I discovered you'd left," Gary replied. Her heart hummed, what the hell was Gary talking about? "I've never mentioned saying anything about Transcity Club, why seek me out there? We'd mentioned Ty's Tea and Coffee was our hangout," her finger shook. The air suddenly felt stuffy, Elaine unzipped the rest of her front gown downward, exposing a sizable view of her breasts. "Elaine, you should get about your business," Lelia interrupted, strutting into the changi
She had to play the part like she was grinding the groove. Her hands trailed down his rigid body, while she held his gaze. "Gary," she whispered. His eyes sought hers. She could feel his hardness as her hands sank lower. One of his hands grabbed her slithering hand. "You're not to touch me there," he huffed. "But you want me so much. Why meet me in such a place?" She was pissed, but she pulled herself up, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music that blared in the background. "Aren't we supposed to meet after all?" He didn't sound like the Mr. Nice guy. He was rude, condescending in a way, and only saw her for what she was; a stripper. "Can you take off your mask, Gary? We shouldn't be meeting like this?" She emphasized. "You've said that for the umpteenth time. Just dance, let me watch you." He said. There was something about his voice. It felt familiar in such a funny way yet different from what she'd known. His eyes were the familiar golden eyes she recalled f
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
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,