"Well?" I challenge once more, and this time, he latches his flaming eyes, his chest jerking up and down in a savage breathing. "Get your ass up, and get the fuck out!" His angered grumbling resounds through the silence besieging us, his lips oscillating as he speaks. I pluck myself up with a smirk stroking my mind, but inadequate to manoeuvre its way to my lips. The bitterness I am feeling can't permit it to even flicker on my face.His eyes remain tightly bolted, his godly outlines glowing at me. In as much as I abhor it, I can't suppress the craving he elicits in me. His allure is that dominant on me even now. I can feel my pussy throb with passion after my eyes land on the glorious protrusion beneath his boxer. My hands are trembling with the impulse to delineate this deep v-line down to the tent and massage his balls and shaft. I am squabbling the urge to rip off my fabrics and massage the small square bumps of his abs and the slopes separating them with my nipples. Perhaps, I
"Ellie!" The voice of Grace startles me from my thoughts and makes me drag my face lazily to her.She is not in her apron, and her backpack is slinging on her shoulder. It's already night. Good to know! I haven't left this office since yesterday. Fortunately, I managed to get some forty winks in the wee hours of the dawn, but like an early bird that I have been, I was up as soon as my eyes closed. My tormented soul partook to the insomnia. I couldn't sleep.Throughout the day, I didn't even make an attempt to step out of this room to at least check on how the shop was doing. I wasn't, still, I am not in the mood for anything. I haven't fed my breadbasket anything too. I am just so not myself. This is so much more attrition in just a day than I could have ever speculated."Go on, Grace. I will be fine." I'm rubbing my eyes in an endeavor to ameliorate the eye bags. I don't know if it's really a remedy, I just have to placate them, and that is the only option I have."
I get out of the Uber and drag my ass inside my residence. Curse that jerk for making me look and feel like total crap! And curse my father for his bellicosity to wreck my happiness and my peace! Screw those dummies I call my friends. It seems like I am all alone in this world now, since I can't vouch that Grace won't do the exact thing Rose and Sherry are doing to me in case my father reaches out to her. Life really sucks!I fish out my key upon lunging my door and unlock it, hauling myself inside. I lock the door behind me, and scamper for the light socket with my hand on the wall. I press the switch, and the lights glisten, illuminating the room. I turn around, weighing between having a cold drink first or a hot shower. Flinging around, my feet latch onto their tracks instantly after I do so. A duo of the familiar bottomless dingy brown pools are flaming at me from the couch. Whoa! What the heck!By the looks, he only made a stop at a bar parlour after leaving my shop earlier, on
"I adore what we had before I dissembled a dick in the ass and almost ravaged it all, Ellie. I would like us to go back to how we were." He furloughs my face to nuzzle my hands in his, giving me a peck on the palms. "To just, Ellie Marrie, my sweet weird friend, and I, just, Damian Almenda, your...""My sweet annoying jerk." I mumble, and he acquits a giggle. "But seriously, Damian, there ought to be something that got on your demons' asses for you to react the way you did. What is it? Can you at least tell me what it is?" I query after he is done chuckling."Your cup is already full, Ellie. I don't want to add more to it." He says."It's not a bother to me, Damian. You listened to me so it's only equitable that I reciprocate the favour. I want to know what it is." I respond.He breathes in a small sigh."Let's just say that, I went through something analogous to yours which in the end left a very tremendous fissure between me and my parents. We don't even talk anymore."Whoa! And he
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME MATURE CONTENT.An appealingly alluring pair of eyes are scrutinizing my face when I awaken. Like always, the Greek god is flawless, not like he just awoke from sleep. At this enchanting sight, I grin.My life's best night was last night. We had more than simply romance, and I just unearthed that an indelible night isn't only characterized by having sex. We went straight to bed after our deep, steamy shower kisses. He pleated us under this duvet and scooped me up in his arms. We sidled up to each other, kissed each other goodnight and then drifted off to a sound slumber. It was beautiful!I felt different. I still do feel different and special. As I gawk into his eyes this morning, I feel like a number one, like I own his heart already, or as if there is that possibility. I can't explain the glee I am feeling inside.I pinch my hands to his chilled jaws, and I pull him for a deep, sweet morning kiss. I would love to always go to bed the way I did la
"Alright, Grace. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up." I say to Grace as I grab my phone from my desk."Okay. I'll be waiting for the gossip behind this sparkle that is blotted on your face, dear bestie." She retorts.How can I not be glowing? How can I shade this fervor of love emanating from the inside? I'm in love, and I'm loved back. That comes off like too much vigorous bang for me to cloak. I feel like I'm walking in an alley of shining stars."Whatever. See ya." I wiggle my jolly-burning self and catwalk out of her vision before she goes raucous with interrogations. I evacuate the compact coffee shop and trudge outside to the black Lamborghini awaiting me and get in. "We can go now." I nervously giggle after putting on my safety belt and settling on the seat. My face has assumed a different colour since his declaration. I'm glowing red all over my face. The sound of love has never boomed with so much power and euphoria."Everything okay? Will she be able to manage?
It's a beautiful Friday night, and my wristwatch is ticking quarter past eight. I discharge a yawn, stretching my exhausted muscles a bit before plopping my head on the computer again. It's been a whole week of nothing but pure glee and contentment. Every minute that I have spent behind this desk or in my field of work is so fulfilling, because I now do what I love. I feel so new. The place is placid and gracious, and except for some two gross bitches whose beef with me I'm yet to unearth, everyone else is just candy. All the same, you can't be loved by all, right? Competency and belligerence are key here in this office. Everyone knows what precisely they are here for and hence, I don't have to haul any lazy arse around. I must commend Davon for that, and well, you know who else - my boss. Thinking about him makes my blood boil already- with longing, of course. Don't get me wrong, we haven't been naughty in any way. There was just so much I had to do to harmonize and acquaint mysel
Getting to the door of his office, we find the poor delivery guy standing at the door. The box of Domino's Pizza is lounged in his hands, and he is pressing on the doorbell furiously, perhaps emphasising his impatience. That's undoubtedly a virtue be does not seem to posses at all, making him an impatient moron."Hey, man! You might break the poor bell." Damian speaks as he helps me down to my feet, pulling me to him as soon as my feet graze the ground.Fuck this delivery idiot! He just had the worst timing. Imao! I take my time to hitch my dress that had ridden up remarkably high. Part of my butt was even exposed. My!"Hey!" I hear Damian exclaim as I finish up fixing myself and jerk my face up, cuddling to him as he shrouds my waist, his hand nuzzling my belly.I shoot my gaze at this delivery guy. Aside from being an idiot and a bad timer, he is also deaf and damp? Why the fuck is he not talking? By the ankle of his craned neck, one can clearly see that his eyes are fixed on me thro