I ordered fried rice and pasta with sliced hot dogs, while he ordered steaks and an omelette. Don't ask me how the combo is. I won't know since I'm not the one eating it. And I don't intend to ask for a bite. I just don't see anything appetizing about it, well aside from the steaks. “How was school?” He asked, starting a conversation.“It was okay. I…” My words froze in my throat when I saw his ex. She had a tray of food in hand as she glanced around, searching for a place to sit. “Hey!” I called out to her, waving a hand, to get her attention.Miguel turned at the call. The expression on his face darkened when he saw who I was waving to. “I believe you hate her? Why are you calling her over?” He looked as confused as I was. Honestly, I don't know why I called out to her. I shrugged, “I'm trying to help her get a seat. The entire place is crowded.” I turned to her and waved once more until she noticed me. However, her eyes went straight to Miguel before it brightened. Oh, still h
She huffed but didn't say a word further. My mouth curled to the side at the expression on her face. It pleased me to know how much my words affected her. Miguel didn't say a word. He slowly ate his food as he occasionally glanced at me. “Well, I'm still glad I was the one he painted for back then. I was his muse, you know?” She grinned, infuriating me further. This stupid woman doesn't know how to take a hint, does she?“Well,” I placed my spoon on the plate and turned to face her, with a smile on my face. “I'm glad you used past tenses in your sentence. You were his muse, but not any more. Hell, I don't presume you are muse enough for him to stop painting. Guess your face was too ugly for him.” I beamed at her, “you are just like an outdated vintage bag. The wealthy don't need you, and anyone can have you.”“Hey!” She hit her palm on the table. “You—” Miguel started to say, but I placed a hand on his, and shook my head, to let him know that I wish to take things on alone. “You
I stayed back after class to help Mr Matt. I called Star earlier to tell her that I will be late, which means she will be here thirty minutes later. “See you tomorrow.” P pecked me before she skipped down the stairs. We agreed to have a lunch date today, but her boyfriend returned last night. So, she's going over to his house for a date —well, an R-rated one.Funny enough, she didn't mention Mr Matt throughout the day. Her boyfriend was the only one in her mind, which is so unlike P, who loves admiring boys. There were few students around. Most were hurrying out of the building, while some were heading towards their next classes, especially the second-year students. Back when I started, I envied them because most of their classes were afternoon lectures. However, I don't feel that way any more. I don't like morning classes, and I sure as hell don't like evening classes. I knocked on the door of Mr Matt's class before I opened the door and stepped in. “Good afternoon, sir.” I greet
“You haven't?” She gasped, looking like my words couldn't be true, which seemed likely. Who will believe that I've lived with Miguel for two years, and have never stepped foot into his room? Before we reconciled —if you wish to call it that — he had never been to my room. We only meet in 'the room' where I pleasure him with my mouth, and that's that. There is nothing else involved. His room is off-limits. “No,” I shrugged. “He warned me never to enter his room, and I have been keeping to that.” I furrowed my brows, thinking back to what she said, not too long ago. “Have you been to his room? Which pictures are you talking about?”“Well,” she nervously chuckled as she ran a hand through her hair. The guilt on her face is unmistakable. “I took a lot of money from my brother, to keep this secret. I can't just tell you about it because you asked for it.” She glanced down the hall before she turned to face me. “Just let things slide. Pretend you didn't hear me say anything.” She took he
“Is she going on a date?” Nikki hastened down the stairs. “Yes.” I took the remote from the table and switched the TV on. “Oh, my God!” She squealed. “I missed this,” she plopped down on the couch I'm sitting on, with a mischievous smile on her face. “Why don't you go on another date then?” I choose one of the airing series and relaxed on the couch. “Who will make dinner if I do?”“Dinner? Are you making dinner?” I gasped. “So, you can cook?” I gave her a look that showed how much I believed her words. “Of course, I can.” She stood up from the couch with a smile. “Relax and watch your series. It's time to show you guys what I'm made of.” She left me in the parlour and strode towards the kitchen. I sat on the couch until I heard the water running in the kitchen. I didn't switch the TV off so as not to alert her of my absence. With Star gone, and Nikki engrossed in the kitchen, I can be able to check on Miguel's room without being caught. I sneakily hastened towards the stairs.
He frowned, looking like he wanted to ask more, but decided against it after a moment. “Where is Star?”“She went out on a date.” I circled my hands around his waist and placed my head on his chest. Nikki pursed her lips, “why do you guys love feeding dog shit to others?” She scrunched her nose, “I'm just tired of it!”“Move out then.” He leaned down and pecked me on my forehead, “how was School today?” He nuzzled my hair.“It was okay.” I hummed, with my head still placed on his chest, and a satisfied expression on my face. “Do you wish to eat out or….” He trailed off. “I will make dinner.” I sighed, “it has been long since I entered the kitchen, I hope I still have my skills.” “You will—”His phone started ringing, cutting off the words he meant to say. He brought his phone out, and the expression on his face changed. He looked damned murderous with the way his eyes dimmed. “Who is it? Your secretary?” I peered at his phone, trying to know who was calling. “No, Pearl,” he si
Pearl was mad when she saw me with him, but she didn't say a word. She only shot glares at me throughout the ride and when Miguel topped her card. I can tell how badly she wanted to scream at me, but she didn't do that, not even when I tried to get a rise from her. She pretended to be a meek damsel in distress, while I played the part of a green tea witch.We had dinner in one of the restaurants near the mall —not the one I got a bar of chocolate from. I don't know why, but Miguel doesn't like that restaurant. “I haven't been to your room before,” I placed my head on his chest. Luckily, he wasn't working late like usual. We had just had a bath, and was resting on my bed. “Hmm.”“Miguel?” I peered up at him. “What's wrong?” He glanced down at me. His brown eyes seemed to bore into mine with a ferocity that made me gasp. “Will you take me to your room?” I pouted. “You've been to my room countless times, but I've not been to yours.”He froze under me. I noticed the change but decid
His thrusts were fast. He placed both hands on my waist to keep me in place while I grabbed the headboard, to avoid hitting my head on the wall. “More!” I cried out. My breath came out in fast, hard gasps, and it felt like I was about to faint. The slapping sound from our fucking, filled the entire room, further arousing me. His balls slapped on my arse as his dick went further in.I curled my toes and screamed for more, eager to have him fuck me so hard. “I will give you more.” He kissed my neck. His tongue snaked out, to lick the spot he bit me on. “I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel your legs.” He rubbed his thumb on my clit. “Shit!” I threw my head back. The pleasure was too much.“You are so tight.” He said in a strained voice, slapping into my pussy so fast, it caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Fuck.This feels so good. I gripped the board so tight, my hands turned blood-red, but I didn't notice. Riding in the euphoria of pleasure, not even pain