AN UNEXPECTED GIFT

I finish dressing up just the same time my phone flashes, denoting a call from Grace. Perfecto! She must be here already. With a cheerful hue, I pick up the call.

"Hi, Grace. You here?" I ask as I reach for my purse, starting to the door.

"Yes. You ready?" She quizzes from the other line.

"Yes. I'll be down in two." I respond exuberantly as I reach for the door of my bedroom, dashing out.

"Okay." She says and drops the call.

I traverse my sitting room with an ample grin on my face, and lock the door behind me.

This grin and the optimistic attitude haven't left my complexion after that symposium with Damian earlier and most particularly, after that dialogue and wild sex we had under the sun. I feel so jovial and hopeful, and hot and kinky. Darn!

I saunter to the cab waiting outside and I open the door, settling beside Grace.

"Here is the address, sir." I chirp to the driver, passing him the tiny piece of paper enclosing the address.

"Okay, miss." He says as he presses on the gas pedal,