KEVAH'S POV
This is some fucked up shit. I am just standing there looking at the liar with the honey tongue, glaring daggers at him.“Why didn't you tell me you have a wife, asshole?” I rave.“Shh, she might hear you.” he whispers, sweat decorate his face like a murderer on trial.“Open the fucking door, Victor. I know you have some cheap whore in there."Who the hell is she calling a cheap whore?“Honey, I'm on the phone with a very important client.”What a poor excuse for an alibi.“Is there another way out of the office?” I ask him. I don't have time for this.“No, there's only one way in and out."“Well, in that case, Victor, you're screwed."“What?” His voice is shaky.His wife knows he has someone in here, and I'm not about to cover his ass by hiding in a closet or under a desk.Oh! No-sirree.“The sex was nice Victor and your head game was strong. Just next time, don't forget to mention to a girl you're married. We could have avoided all of this if you were truthful at the beginning."Lord knows I wouldn't have slept with him if I knew he was taken.He looks at me with a surprised expression.I take my purse off the floor.I see my panty as I clench the doorknob.There you are.I pick up my underwear and stuff it in my pocket, then I open the door.My eyes land on one of the slim girls who was making snide remarks about me earlier, and I kinda feel great, knowing that I just fucked her husband.She glares at me with scorn and humiliation in her eyes.She knows she can't take me. I will claw her eyes out if she tries anything.“He is all yours," I declare as I walk past her.Victor loves chocolate, I think to myself when I realize his wife is black.“Victor, I can't believe you just cheated on me with a fat loser," she cries.Fat loser?I turn around. “Listen, sweetheart," she stares at me when she realizes that I'm still here. “I may be fat, but I ain't no loser. In fact, I just won twice after your husband ate and fucked my pussy," I spit at her.“Angela, please let me explain," Victor intervenes.“Shut up, Victor, I ain't done yet," I tell him. “Look Angela, I didn't know he was married until now but next time when you see a thick girl pass you by, remember a fat girl stole your husband — even if it was only for 12 minutes, ” I smirk and Victor's mouth widens. “Plus, it's 2016 and us big girls are winning too."I leave the troubled couple to work out their problems.I smile to myself as I make my way downstairs.Shit! I've been gone for 25 minutes. Lana and Ella must be fuming.I jog my way towards the bathroom and use a minute to freshen up, then I hurry outside, and this time I collide with a muscular frame.“Be careful," a man's velvety voice reaches out to my ears.“So — sorry," I stutter when I notice it's the guy from the VIP booth.Here goes my greedy pussy again.His eyes are so deep and inviting. I feel myself getting pulled into the depths of his dark chocolate orbs. My nipples are hard again, and I just want him to take me against the wall behind him.“It's OK," he smiles, and I blush. I start to walk away when he holds my wrist. “Wait, what's your name?"Oh! Lord. His hands are so smooth and soft. I wonder how they'd feel against my body.“Kevah Pierce."“I'm Trevor Munro," he shakes my hand.Trevor Munro?“Wait? Aren't you the new weather guy on Channel 318?"“Ah, yes," he blushes.Mama keeps swooning over the new meteorologist on the Morning Time Live program.“Oh wow! Do you mind if I get a selfie with you?"“Is it for someone else? Because you didn't recognize me until I mentioned my name."“Busted. It's for my mother. She's always going on about you.”“Ok," he flashes me his pearly whites.I take out my phone, and we snap a few selfies.“Thank you, Mr. Munro.”“Please, it's Trevor."I giggle. “Well, it's nice meeting you, Trevor."I walk off.“Wait." I spin around and see him looking at me with lust-stained eyes. “Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?”I almost jumped for joy, but I swallow my overjoy and I bat my eyelashes at him.“I would love to." His eyes light up like a shooting star. “But I'm busy tonight," I say playfully.“Oh," he sulks.“But —, ” I say, and his eyes come alive again. “If you would like to be my date to my sisters' party, you are welcome to join me tonight."“Yes, I'd love to."We swap digits and I give him my address.“Catch you later, Trevor."“Yes, see you tonight, Kevah.”I watch his butt wiggling in his jeans as it disappears behind the men's bathroom door.There goes mistake number six. I giggle to myself as I make my way to the twins.EMANUELE'S POV"Are you positive you don't mind me tagging along?" I ask Kevin."It's cool. I already informed my family I am taking a friend home for the weekend.""I just prefer to be certain. I do not like imposing.""Trust me, you're not. I'm the one who should ask you if you're sure you want to do this. My family is a little - how do I put it? - CRAZY," he exaggerates, and I laugh, rubbing a finger over my chin. I glue my eyes to the flight attendant who was glaring at me intensely. She has the 'I yearn to fuck your brains out' look. She winks, and I smirk at her while I flex my cheek muscles.Kevin catches on, his eyes transmit to where the hostess is. She pours wine into the 100-year-old man's flute. The poor man's eyeballs got lost down her cleavage. With her eyes fixed my way, she pours too much wine, wetting the lap of the old man.He gasps."My apologies, sir. Let me grab you a napkin." She hands him the cloth, and the man cleans his crotch. He isn't upset, it's like he's h
"Mama, please don't start this. Why can't you just love me for me? Do I have to be skinny to be beautiful in your eyes?""Kevah, that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't think you're trying hard enough to lose weight." She did not just say that to me, Kevah sighs to herself. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi - Kevah's mother is pushing all her wrong buttons but she will not disrespect her even though she just dissed Kevah big time."Mama, how can you say that? I've been on diets. I've tried pills, intense workouts, acupuncture, I stopped eating junk food for years now, and I only lost 10 pounds.""I just want you to be happy baby," mama sighs. “I feel like the gastric bypass surgery could help you with all your problems."Just when Kevah thought her mom is getting it, she goes and says shit like this. "Jesus Christ mama. I am happy. I accepted that I will never be skinny years ago. I'm big-boned, and after I found out I have hypothyroidism, I changed my diet and exercise every da
Emanuele calls the number Kevin gave him over a dozen times. He has been waiting for Kevah to pick him up for almost an hour. He is getting frustrated, and it doesn't help that he is starving.“Where is this sister of his?" He questions himself. A few other persons are waiting on their pickups too, and he doesn't miss the hungry eyes some ladies are giving him, one of them in particular.She walks up to him, and screams, “Sei tu, sei davvero tu!” (It's you, It's really you!) She falls to her knees.It surprises Emanuele, few Americans know of him, so this girl must be from Fertopia, plus her Italian is perfect.“Per favore, signora. Alzarsi,” (Please, madam, get up.) he says while he clutches her shoulders lightly, but the woman doesn't budge. Emanuele sighs in defeat. “Come ti chiami?” (What is your name?)“Il Mio nome è Mia, Vostra Altezza.” (My name is Mia, your Highness).“È un onore conoscerti Mia. Lei Parla inglese?” (It's an honour meeting you Mia. Do you speak English?)“Yes,
KEVAH'S POVI drive up to the five-bedroom house I grew up in and I blow out a weary breath, praising the good lord that Arlene got me here in one piece. I propose having her serviced when I save enough money. I am planning on giving up my apartment downtown and staying here for the summer which will grant me an excellent opportunity to tell mama my secret.I can hear her scolding me now. But I am 22 years old; a woman who lives by her own rules and dances to the beat of her own drum.I snatch the key from the ignition and establish my way inside the house. My childhood memories come flooding me. The grand piano is in the same spot before the monumental double French windows. I remember that one time when Adrian was performing his rendition of Beethoven's Symphony and I became so enraptured in the melody's beauty that I started to hum, Adrian's head drifted to 10-year-old me, and he signalled me to sit by him. He instructed me to sing my favourite song, which was and still is Christ
KEVAH'S POVI make my way over to the trio. “Adrian," I fling my arms around my stepfather. I can feel his tension evaporating in my embrace. “Eva, I missed you so much, sweetheart."“I missed you too. Now, where's mama?"“She is getting ready as we speak."“Adrian you know mama. If you don't tell her to hurry up she'll take hours to find the right shoes."“You're right. Let me go grab her," he kisses my cheek. “It's wonderful to see you, Kevah," he beams, then runs upstairs. “Thanks, sis," Ella hugs me. “Papa was gonna tear Harry a new one," she exhales. “You're welcome," I pull away. “You look gorgeous, Ella," I praise as I admire the gold sequenced dress that fits her like a glove. It's off the shoulders, and it stops mid-thigh. The back is low cut, providing us with a view of her bareback, and of course, the cleavage is on full display.Her gold shoes and clutch matches perfectly with her pixie dust makeup and her short black curls fall below her ears. “Thank you and you look
Kevah's right eye twitches like it is undergoing a muscle spasm.Emanuele is thrilled and intrigued as his eyes connect with Kevah's. He lives for this sifting of excitement, and he embraces it with open arms — and possibly a stiff dick.He chuckles to himself. Not merely that, but he plans on having so much fun with the incandescent beauty his eyes are busy fucking. He almost didn't notice the other people inhabiting the room. Kevah's dress looks so immaculate on her body; hugging her curves like a satin glove while exposing the appropriate extent of flesh at all the places he wishes to kiss; her collarbone, her thighs, her cleavage, and those lips of hers are making him weak.The glorious fabric is nothing compared to the golden glow of her skin. She is perfection, and he desires her. He needs to have her sweating under him while he pumps between her legs.Kevah is standing there looking like a fish out of water. The unchewed piece of carrot is visible for the universe to see as h
KEVAH'S POV“I love the view." I hear him express as we force our way upstairs. “Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, dining area, sitting space, washroom, a small office that Adrian and mama share, and a small library — yeah, it's a pretty nice house," I say nonchalantly.My stepfather has been the principal of Valley Christian high for 19 years and mama is a Food and Nutrition teacher there for 21 years. They bought this house when I was 10 years old.I am trying to not act embarrassed, but who the fuck am I kidding? I just almost choked to death in presence of the hottest guy I've ever met — too bad he is so freaking conceited. I reach the top of the stairs, and he captures me by my wrists and swiftly pins me against the wall, placing my hands above my head.“I wasn't speaking about the house, Principessa," he breathes into my ear. “Then what were you talking about, Mr. Corleone?" I tease.He leans in closer to me. I feel his eyelashes caressing the side of my face. His pe
KEVAH'S POV I blink rapidly as I listen to Emanuele explain to me about his encounter with that woman at the airport. He is being a bit vague, but it is still an odd story like he is leaving out a major detail. “So, you are telling me that's how people greet you in your country? That's weird, ASF," I laugh. “You must be from a primitive village then, where people reside in tents and hunt with spears and bows and arrows."“And again you insult me. Just so you know people would have your head if you were in my country, and they hear you speaking to me like this," Emanuele smirks while he rubs a hand on the back of his neck.“Whatever, your highness," I mock him, but my words seem to cause him to tense. “What — are you offended by that, too?"“Ah, let's just talk about these now, I do want to understand the story behind it," he holds my panties in front of my face. “You are one strange guy, Manny." We both laugh. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me."“Cross my heart an