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Phoenix returned home to meet an empty house without her best friend, Isis. She was so amazed. The door was locked and so she took out a bunch of keys and unlocked it. Slamming the door behind her, Phoenix yelled Isis’ name. “Isis! Isis!” there was no response. “Babe? Babe!” she kept calling as she walked towards their room. She flung the door open and met an empty room. Phoenix was surprised. She threw her bag on the bed and took off her heels. Then she opened the door to the shower, thinking that Isis might be playing pranks on her as she once in a while did. “I caught you!” phoenix shouted excitedly when she opened the door. Alas! It was empty. The last place Phoenix could not bet her best friend could be was the kitchen. Although she prepared food, but it was not Isis’ fantasy. She was barely doing it because both of them needed food to eat and survive. Apart from that reason, Isis would not enter the kitchen. It might be a lucky day so Phoenix went over to the kitchen to look fo
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Isis was not even fabricating stories about how Omarion pleased her making her crazy and have a strong yearning for more. It had happened countless times and Isis was soon become an expert in what she used to call dirty things. Whenever she slipped into Omarion’s office, every single day’s sex came with a different style. Omarion, in his words “you have more to learn in order to please me” used her to carry out all his many experiments. Isis, who loses control of her body and senses whenever his hand touches her body lies submissively and does whatever he demands. It had become a routine with Isis going to Omarion’s office everyday expecting to be introduced to a new sex style. Phoenix was not even on her level anymore…the force with which she had decided to learn all the dirty ways of having sex made her get acquainted with all of them day by day. It got to a point where Isis could not hold out anymore and Omarion made her scream his name. “Fuck me harder, Omarion” her voice would s
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For a couple of seconds, Omarion wondered what could have possibly spurred his mother to call him at such a wrong time. Why was his mother calling? What the hell does she have that could not wait? After abandoning him for years, she appears out of the blue and wants what exactly? “Mother” his voice dropped low. He was clearly not in a mood to speak to her. She had interrupted his fun with Isis. Who knows? He might just have gone for another round if not for her interruption. How annoying! “We are coming home soon” she said at the other end of the call. “What?!” Omarion nearly shouted. She did not even wait for his response. She ended the call. It was not a surprise anyways, when she called a few times, it was always bad news. Often, Madam Louisiana was the recipient of her calls. Not until lately when she decided to call him directly. She would o straight to the point without asking how he was doing, his health, how he was coping with business and all those stuff a mother was suppose
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PRESENTIsis went back to her office to complete a few tasks. She cleared her table after signing each and every file. Then, she sent out all mails and responded to pending ones. Soon, she had tidied up. “Geez…! That was hectic” she exclaimed dropping her cell phone into her bag as she hung it around her arm. Just then, the thought of Omarion crossed her mind again. “What’s taking him so long?” she asked herself. Omarion was supposed to have called by now to take her home before leaving for his; this was the new routine. He finishes work, and they leave together every single day. Isis bolted to the door and shut it behind her. Then, she headed to Omarion’s office. On her way there, Isis bumped into Racheal packing her things and outing into a hand bag. Clearly, she was done for the day and was about to leave. Isis ignored her as usual and walked further. Racheal struck a glare at her and just when she placed her hand on the door to turn it open, Racheal smirked. “Slut! She said. Isis
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Finally, Isis and Racheal were separated. Only their breaths filled the room. Racheal was crying, writhing in pain while Isis took her bad from the floor. The security men let go off both women. Isis was so satisfied. She had finally made Racheal pay. At least, for a few bad things…she arranged her dress, packed her hair all up again and flashed a satisfying smile at Racheal. The latter wanted to rant again but it seemed the pain inflicted on her body made her swallow her words. She was so pained, angered, battered and angered. She wished she could sprawl and retaliate but then, she could not. Isis headed to Omarion’s office straight away. She halted, drew in a long breath, exhaled and then turned the door knob. She was smiling until she opened the door and her nose caught the stench of alcohol. Isis covered her nose. It filled all the corners of the room. “Goodness! “She exclaimed closing the door behind her. Isis was disturbed. Her eyes caught sight of Omarion who was now sitting on
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Isis sat still as silence brewes between she and madam Louisiana who were ledt behind by Omarion whom had gone to take a quick shower. Madam Louisiana tried her best not to stare at Isis directly as the young lady felt uncomfortable already. Isis curled her toes as she rubbed her elbows gently. " Let me fix something for Omarion. Although, I will have to firce him to eat" Madam Louisiana said. Isis nodded her head as the old lady jerked off. There was something Isis had noticed, Madam Louisiana did bot only care about Omarion as his maid. There was no formal introduction of the old lady to Isis but she had a guy feeling that she knew something concerning his past." She is always around him in the house. From the look of things they had been living in this mansion for many years. Clearly, Madam Louisiana knows Omarion so well that she could even tell when he wants to eat or not, how he might react or not. I have to confide in her" Isis thought. As she kept reminiscing over it, Omarion
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Isis walked briskly but slowed down her steps when she approached the guest's living room where Madam Louisiana was. She drew in a long breath, exhaled and wished herself luck before appearing in front of the woman. " Hey...Isis? Has Omarion eaten the whole food?" She asked. " Well, much to sustain him throughout the night" Isis replied clutching her feet against each other. " Come on! Come over...sit with me" Madam Louisiana said. She was so happy to have Isis around her.Isis obeyed and went to sit near Madam Louisiana. The old lady was watching a movie on TV while she crushed some popcorn in her mouth. Isis sat down beside her, eyes flashed towards the television. The movie was an ancient one- the kind only old ladies like Madam Louisiana would enjoy. The old lady seemed to be cracked up by the scene in motion. Isis turned to look at her. " Look at that crafty idiot! He lacks no wits" Madam Louisiana burst into laughter pointing at the television. Isis was not enjoying the atmosph
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The silence between them thickened, as Isis' mind wandered and tried to picture the incident in her head, to try to see how Omarion must have felt, what it must have been like for him, losing his brother to death in an accident they both were involved in,and worse more, having parents who chose to do nothing but blame him and saddle him with the responsibility of his death, when he himself only survived luckily. She drew in a long breath and exhaled softly. She now could understand why he panicked back at the office, the realization hit her, and she suddenly just wanted to pull him into her arms and hug him, and tell him he was safe with her, and that he didn't have to worry no more, that she was gonna be there for him irrespective of the circumstance, but, he was up in his room, sleeping. She glanced casually and caught Madam Louisiana staring at her, and wondered why. She liked her and was thankful she had not waved off her question, when she had asked. Madam Louisiana sa
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