All Chapters of Our Hearts Beat For Anne: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Anne He followed me home. He said he wanted to know where I lived so he could visit often as long as he’s in my town Umende. He still didn’t ask why I left. He simply wanted to keep in touch, and maybe, have a home-cooked meal now and then. Honestly, asides from my other insecurities, I’ve always dreaded bringing people to my house. Not that I was embarrassed about my average family background, but because I had crazy people for a family. It was just my mum, elder sister, myself, and my little niece. I swear, I feel like I’m the only sane person amongst them if you minus my clumsiness, of course. I lost my dad when I was ten, in a plane crash. He was a pilot. Ever since then, it’s just been my mum, struggling and juggling two jobs to get my sister and me through school. At fourteen though, my sister and I got a job in a fast-food joint where we made little income and for three years, we saved up to get a small car and some things for momma. She spent all her hard-earned money on h

Anne After dinner, mum had called me up to her room. I knew this kind of summoning. Most times, it didn’t bode well for me and my sis. It was either we did something bad and needed a spanking, or she needed to have a long, one on one motherly talk with us, based on certain observations. I was apprehensive. Maybe mum didn’t like Vincent. Or maybe she didn’t like that I brought a man home in general. Well, the second probability didn’t seem like it because she had threatened to marry us off if we continued to give her headache. Not that Vincent was planning to fulfill her wishes or anything but...I should stop going to that angle now. So, to her room I went, holding onto my chest. At her door, I gently knocked and slipped in when she responded. On a normal circumstance, when I was certain I had done nothing wrong, I could barge into her room and fling myself on her bed while she’d yell her lungs at my deaf ears, but today wasn’t one of those days. “Hi momma,” I greeted in my tiniest

Anne He reached down and grabbed my butt, then used it to slide me up on his body till I was face to face with him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. Of course, all his actions, be it the one with his eyes and the one with his body and hands were doing crazy things to my mind and body. I tried to keep my head up but the feeling coursing through me made it feel so heavy, plus the way those orbs roamed my face made me dizzy with desire. I had to bring my head down to his shoulders and lay it there. He kissed my forehead whilst sliding his hands into my big shirt, and grabbing my skin tenderly. “Hmm…you’re so soft,” he whispered in a raspy voice, sending chills down my body. His voice excites me, especially when we are this close. It is one of the things that made me know how he was feeling at that moment. The rest were his hooded eyes, his touch, and that huge bulge beneath me. “And you’re so hard,” I replied, then widened my eyes and smacked my hand against my lips at the

Anne I felt him move up, stopping directly over my face. I thought he would pull the pillow away, so I tightened my hold on it, but he made no move to do that. Weirdly, his hands were still where I last felt them, and I wasn’t seeing his expression cause of the pillow over my head. A few moments later, I felt his hand slip out of my shorts. I was worried. I decided to remove the pillow, but he beat me to it. He pulled it over and stared at my face. He wasn’t smiling, neither was he angry. He had an unreadable expression on his face that, somehow, retained the intensity in his eyes. “Are you disappointed?” I asked, roaming my eyes around his face to decipher, even if was the tiniest thought. He was going to answer, but footsteps outside my door sent us flying apart. He flung himself off the bed, while I adjusted my shorts and shirt, then sat up on the bed, waiting for the knock that never came. The footsteps went downstairs and walked around the kitchen area for a while. It was ac

ANNE It was my first time entering the hotel that was now known as the medical hotel by a good number of people in Umende. Being where all the visiting medical personnel lodged, a lot of protocols were being followed before one can enter or leave the premises. I spent close to thirty minutes waiting in line to get checked at the entrance. Vincent had told me of these processes and had suggested we met at my house, but stubborn me insisted on going to his hotel. They shut a lot of places down because of the lockdown, so we hadn’t many options. It was either my place, which I was so not agreeing to, or I go to him as a medical volunteer. The latter I did. He said he had a meeting with his team that morning and had opted to come to pick me up in the afternoon. Again, stubbornly, I insisted I waited for him at the reception, cue in my prolonged waiting at the beautiful gate. The event of yesterday disturbed me a lot. I needed to let it out, and I needed to do that as soon as possible b