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His Booty Call 13
I scoff in disbelief. He's unbelievable. He ignores me throughout and only wants me for one thing. But again isn't that what I am to him; his booty call.He leans forward and kisses me and I kiss him back with more fervour than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing. I feel lightheaded from his sweet kisses.I am swoon. The kisses are more different from the other times. He gentle and passionate unlike the other times he is driven by his animalistic desire.He breaks the kiss, making me feel empty from the absence of his soft and warm lips. He lifts me like am a bag of feathers, weighing close to nothing. He carries me back to the bathroom and locks it. He rests me on top of a sink, pushes my legs apart. His hand move up the dress slit to where it exposes my garter. He moves past it to my sex. He brushes a finger through my panty before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I gasp involuntary, I have never been so turned on. "You smell of sin." He says as he brings
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A million thoughts cross my mind as to why Oliver is in jail, but none of them makes sense. Oliver is a noble kid. He adheres to every to rule and regulation in a book. I want this to be a case of mistaken identity, but then again I wouldn't be driving past midnight if I wasn't definite it was Oliver. The Uber driver parks outside the central police station. I make my way towards the entrance, a potbellied middle-aged man disrupts my mission when he stands at the door. A girl my age or two years younger; give or take appears behind him, his daughter supposedly. Well, she isn't when she starts to kiss him passionately."What are you looking at?" She barks at me.I look away embarrassed.Her and her sugar daddy walk away, at least creating way for me. The place is abuzz with arrested drunk people and I hope that is why Oliver is here not something serious."I am here for Oliver Black," I tell the officer in duty. He eyes me inquisitively, before handing me some paper to fill. Minutes l
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Too many thoughts are ripping through my mind to simply focus on one. I don't even realize Oliver has called my name out and he is rushing to Quinn's position. I hurriedly move to where they are standing. My heart racing like shit. What if he dies here? Jesus! "What are we going to do?" I whisper at Oliver. He raises his eyebrows. "Hospital, perhaps." He says sarcastically. Quinn withers beneath our hold, "No." It is a weak plea from him. I follow where his hand is trying to stop the bleeding and realize he is stabbed just below his ribs. I feel an overwhelming dizziness slam into me as I gaze down at the wound. "Let's stop the bleeding first before anything, " Oliver suggests. I agree with his line of thought and help him lay Quinn on the sofa. Quinn is trying too hard to keep his feelings guarded, however, his constricted face tell the amount of pain is in. I am not remotely close to knowing the first thing to do to stop any bleeding. Oliver removes his T-shirt, He tea
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I had too little sleep last night. Sleep here and there. I show up on Monday at the campus in my dark sunglasses. My eyes are sporting dark ugly bags for lack of enough sleep.Everyone in class keeps on staring at me. Of course, wondering why a sane person would be wearing sunglasses inside a classroom. The two people I want to see aren't in class today, that is; Quinn and Roxana. The two people I don't want to face show up, that is; Ryan and Mr Marcelo. Ryan is seated where Quinn normally sits. He keeps on throwing dirty glances at me and when my eyes lock with Mr Marcelo's, his demeanour changes. "Cara, meet me after class." As if the sunglasses weren't attracting attention already. Everyone turns to look at me. I bury my face in a financial management book as the class starts. The class today is a bore, it progresses in a slow deathly manner. Mr Marcelo today doesn't find pleasure in casting glances at me. If anything I would say he's annoyed. That makes two of us. The class e
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The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens. My Audi's engine dies in front of it. It is not a cheap machine but it is out of place parked among the luxurious cars. I sit behind the wheel to access my vicinity. It is an estate with character and charm. I hope I have the charm too, considering I wasn't appealing enough for Quinn's father. I also don't know if Quinn lives on his own or lives here with his family and if he does; he will be pleased to see me. After doing a retouch to my make up. I step out of my car and take a deep breath. I take careful steps to a large oak door and knock twice. The door flies open, a middle-aged woman in black attire and a tight bun faces me.
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"I brought a peace offering." He waves the book in the air. I turn and pretend am picking something from the fridge and crack a secret grin before swivelling my head to face him with feigning seriousness. "You didn't have to." I shrug. He slumps his shoulders and settles in a relaxed poise."I am not much of a reader. The book was just gathering dust sitting on the shelf." His eyes are piercing through me. He moves and stands meters away, if he moves any closer to me I will faint. He contemplates and sits on the seat near the island and places the book in front of me. "I'm placing it in good care." He taps the book softly. "It looked good in your hands."I feel flattered. "Thank you." I wipe my hands before picking it up and flipping through it. Just can't wait for the weekend to get here soon. I stay in bed with hot mocha and read it. The thought is so fulfilling.I look up and find Quinn's eyes trained on me with an emotion I can't place. There is a stretched silence between us
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Unknown number: Don't look for me! DON'T!I read Quinn's text again as I enter a filled class the next day. His usual spot is where my eyes land at first, it's empty. Ryan is seated alone. His eyes glued to his phone.I sigh exhausting and walk to my seat. I find Roxana on her normal seat but my seat is occupied by Marya."You are seated on my seat." I seethe at her."It has no name on it." Marya spats with equal venom. I look over at Roxana to shush her idiotic friend but she does not attempt to look at me. I have sent her countless apologies but all in vain."This isn't your class. You aren't supposed to be in here."We attracting attention as the whispers surround us."It is a free country I can be where I want." I look between her and Roxana, anger boiling inside me. I exhale and turn on my heels to the only empty seat in class; beside Ryan.He doesn't bother to lift his head as I sit beside him."Am sorry," I mutter under my breath."I will file your apology under “Pending Case
His Booty Call 2O
Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage.She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom. "Out! " She snaps her fingers to the two girls inside. They scram away frightened.Like a supermodel on a runway, she magically turns to face me. This is the closest I have been to Courtney Emerson, an heiress to a multinational empire. I can't deny, she is beautiful and she knows it and owns it. Her pair of arched eyebrows incline slightly as she assesses me. I also do the same, one feature I find myself obsessing over is her button nose, too cute. She folds her red lips and sticks her tongue out and speaks, "Stay away from Quinn." She's
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