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14. Myla
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His Kind Of Woman 15. Zayne
I've never willingly admitted someone made me feel good. Well, not until I met Myla.I watch as she sleeps next to me, strands of hair falling on her face before I put them away and stroke her cheek with my thumb. She looks so soft, holding the blanket close to her while sleeping peacefully. I wish I could sleep the way she's sleeping.If only my nightmares didn't exist, then perhaps, I'd get some actual rest. I find myself too mesmerized by Myla's features. Her hair is so beautiful and her lips are so plump and kissable. Hearing her moans and feeling her insides around my cock will be an unforgettable memory that will linger in my mind for a long time, and I'm not sure if I like it.Women I used to sleep with always left after we fucked, so somehow, having someone next to me this early in the morning feels strange. It's always me and my nightmares.I just brush off my thoughts and make my way to the bathroom to shower. There are no female products for Myla, and I wonder why I'm conc
His Kind Of Woman 16. Myla
A few days had passed since Zayne told me about the news. I feel happier than ever and excited about whatever awaits me, but I'm also sad and depressed because I'll have to leave Alex, Sarah, and June. Although now the café is doing good and I trust they will make it even better, I will miss working with them. Today is my last working day at the café and when I step inside the place, balloons are everywhere and Sarah approaches me with a cake in her hands. "A goodbye party?" I say jokingly but it's my coping mechanism. I'm actually about to cry. "Are you happy I'm leaving?" I watch her as she smiles bitterly at me, knowing for a fact that none of them wants me to leave. Am I selfish for choosing this path instead of staying by their side? I question myself, deep down feeling guilty although I know I'm doing it for my mother. She's getting older and her dream is slowly fading away with time, but I know that it will never really go away. She'd always remember the dream she couldn't
His Kind Of Woman 17. Zayne
I've always been a competitive person. Watch me prove everyone wrong even if it means lying to myself, and Myla is no exception. I can't use the elevator? She's right, but I'm not letting her think that I'm indeed scared of them. The two of us get inside and I feel my heart drop when the doors close. Just for 7 flours, I tell myself. I can do it. "Are you okay?" I hear Myla ask but I don't say anything, I'm trying not to think about how anxious I feel inside this fucking place. My heart is racing inside my chest and I feel sweat drip down my forehead. I can do it. "We can-" Her hand rests on my back and I tense, widening my eyes when the elevator stops and people walk inside. No. No, no, no. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I turn to Myla, stepping to the corner of the elevator to avoid whoever's greeting me. Although I don't look into her eyes because I know she can read me like an open page if I'm acting like this. My mind is racing with thoughts of the dark, suffocating basem
His Kind Of Woman 18. Myla
My heart is racing inside my chest while I step inside Judy Hills, dressed in the clothes Zayne had picked for me. A typical white shirt and a pair of beige trousers but I'm sure they cost a fortune because this is Laurier we're talking about. Talking about him, he's been staring at me since he came to my house along with Keith. He's walking beside me, his posture and steps so determined, and his cologne filling my nostrils. "Who is this?" Someone's voice makes him stop and I turn to him, only to see him glaring. "Why are you letting random people work here? Did she pass any interviews? Or are you- oh." Zayne's fist is so tight he could break it and I just stand there, feeling so small under that man's gaze. It doesn't seem like he's one of the few people Zayne tolerates and it seems that he doesn't want me here. I mean, I'm thankful Zayne got me this opportunity. I'm going to work hard and do my job properly and earn my place here. "Cummings, it's early in the morning and I'm in
His Kind Of Woman 19. Myla
Zayne's eyes widen in surprise as he looks up at me, his dark hair falling slightly into his face before he cocks his eyebrow. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air heavy with the memory of the night I can't forget myself. I can see the desire flickering in his eyes, and I know that he feels the same way that I do. Maybe even more."Do you know-" The knocking on the door makes him stop and I clear my throat, looking back at the documents in front of me. "Come in."The door opens and I can see someone walk inside from the corner of my eye. But when I hear her voice, I turn to look at her. The first thing I think about when I look at her is how beautiful she is. Damn. She's a tall, elegant figure with dark hair and sharp features, dressed in a power suit, with a crisp white blouse and a skirt that hugs her curves in all the right places.When she turns to me, my eyes widen but she just smiles. "Oh. Hello.""Hello." I stand up and stretch my hand for her to shake, yet she tu
His Kind Of Woman 20. Zayne
Myla Bright is a fucking menace. Her mere presence is enough distraction and I find myself wanting her more and more. It's fucking with my brain and heart and it's almost making me go insane. I know I can't let myself get too caught up in her. She's just a distraction, and I have goals I need to achieve. I can't let myself get sidetracked by a woman, no matter how alluring she may be. And yet, every time she talks to me, laughs, or touches my arm, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. It's like I'm under her control and can't break free. "Am I going to be okay?" The way her hips move while she walks in front of me is so fucking beautiful and the fact that she doesn't even realize it makes me more frustrated. Oh, the spell you have me under. "Helbert is nice." I cock an eyebrow at her before I knock on his door, looking at her while she fidgets with her fingers. And when I hear his voice, I open the door and usher her to step inside. "Zayne," The old wrinkly smil
His Kind Of Woman 21. Myla
A whole week had passed since what happened with Zayne. I've been thinking about it nonstop, how he clutched onto me and cried his heart out, and how he shook in my arms that all I wanted was to protect him from whatever was making him feel that way. But he's been so distant I'm starting to worry about him. I did think that he was an asshole, and whenever he opened his mouth, he proved it right. But him not speaking to me - unless necessary - for a whole week is making me frustrated. The rides are so silent and awkward that Keith ends up asking what's wrong between the two of us. "I had a stressful day." His answer is always the same but it doesn't make me feel at ease. Keith is not the one driving today since he had something urgent to take care of, so I'm stuck with Zayne who seems to not want me here in the first place. But it's also my chance to talk to Zayne about whatever's going on. So, when he stops in front of my house, I decide to take a deep breath and break the silence
His Kind Of Woman 22. Zayne
My heart races as I look into her eyes and sit on my bed, letting her in between my legs. Having Myla get on her knees to suck me off is a sight for sore eyes. The way she looks up at me makes me feel like I'm the king of this whole world. I spread my legs, offering myself to her as her hands trail down my thighs, pulling down my pants to expose my cock straining against my Calvin Klein boxers. Her fingers play with the hem of the waistband as she smiles a little at me. "You're so eager." She purrs, sugary sweet. My heart races even faster at the sound of her voice, my arousal growing with each passing second. And I nod unable to form coherent words as I watch her hold my boxers, pulling them down slowly to reveal my throbbing cock. She runs her fingers up and down my shaft, teasing me with her touch as she gazes up at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Myla, for fuck's sake-" When she leans in and takes me into her mouth, I gasp, the sensation of her warm lips and wet tongue sendi
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