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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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The next morning, just right before sunrise, Isis' eyes flicked open. She had stayed up until the early hours of the morning, and it told on her, as her eyelids were heavy, her eyes itchy and red from lack of adequate sleep. She made to move, but found out she was wrapped in his arms, tightly against his body, and had to spend a solid 15 minutes trying to slip away from under his arms. She soon got dressed after taking a quick shower in his bathroom, as she had taken off her clothes earlier for comfort and thrown one of his sweatshirts on. She took one final look at herself in the mirror before walking over to the bed to kiss him on the cheeks and exiting the room.* * * As the morning sun cast its warm golden rays into the room, Omarion wore a smile on his face as he patted the side of the bed, expecting to feel Isis by his side. His smile was soon mixed with a slight, confusing frown when he couldn't feel her beside him. He forced
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His eyes lingered on her, tracing the outlines of her facial features and the rest of her body that had not disappeared under the table. "Whatchu staring at?" She asked him slowly, biting her bottom lip and dragging it between her teeth slowly, in a seductive manner. She leaned in across the table and from there, he could get a better view at her cleavage and breasts. He gulped down a lump that had suddenly just seemed to lodge in his throat. "You're hot." He blurted out, his eyes now trained on her breasts, irresistibly. "So hot, I feel like taking you in right now. Right here. On this table." He whispered, his voice filled with a need he never knew it could muster, a warmth coursing through his body as he fought hard against his erection. Isis pressed more into the table, causing her breasts to rise even more, and giving him a much better view, before replying to him. "I think I'd have loved that too." She said daintly, allowing the words slip off her tongue effortle
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