I lay flat on his comfy king-size bed's white sheets as the door opens, feeling the intimately acquainted adrenaline surge run down my spine, turning it cold. All the sensory neurons in my well-sprawled, naked body acknowledge the familiar pungent of his scent.The loud bang of the door slamming stops me in my tracks as I try to jerk my back out of the bed.He approaches, his intense brown eyes gobbling up every inch of my nude body from my nipples' razor-sharp protrusions to my curled-up toes. He knows just how much I want him even if his eyes didn't catch a glimpse of the juice of my wetness dripping from down there as my thighs are pressed tightly."So, I obedient, huh?" He remarks in his deep husky broken voice.I drop my eyes down at the bulge in his khaki pants, disregarding about the dark, alluring orbs of his that are illuminating with desire. Glorious hell! How I want to run my arms through that eye-catching, huge tent that is clamoring to be extricated from its confines."Ju
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Damian asks as we leave his apartment, my hand possessively hugged in his. "Yes. Told you I am meeting up with Grace, right?" I respond, hugging his arm to my chest with my free hand as I lean my head on his shoulder."Mmh. And you have refused to tell me what you two are meeting up for." He states, pulling me in front of him and pinning me to the door of his Lamborghini.I adore this sense of melting in his arms even when we are doing just nothing. "It's, girls' things, babe, so, no. I won't say a thing. You understand, right?" I feign a puppy mug, smooching his sugar lips gently as I fondle his neck."Okay. Can you at least tell me when I can see you again?" He asks when I pull away, his eyes boring into mine.I can't judge the sexy dark glow in his eyes that emits nothing but a sinful fervor. I'm sure mine denotes the same desire. We have had a lot of incredible mind-blowing sex for hours. These shades of sexual arousal can't be scoured away
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,
"Welcome to Maya's coffee shop free treat. Enjoy." I serve yet another customer, positioning a cup of coffee and cookies on the table."Thank you so much, miss." The nice customer replies, and I walk back to the counter. "Don't you still want to rest, Ellie?" Grace asks after delivering an order too.She has been on my ass the whole day and frankly, she is beginning to upset me with her unnecessary scepticism."Yeah, madam. Leave us to this." Here comes the voice of another one, Janine. I appreciate her confidence in me that day I rambled in this place and all she saw was an affluent lady who could afford this coffee shop even though I was the impoverished queen of destitution, but now she is annoying. She stayed back, with all the other five waiters, the cashier and the chef. I won't refute that I'm depleted, that too fused with the overwhelming sensations of vouching this cafe inundating with people on my very first day are taking a toll on me. I was appalled
I stride into the small office that was initially madam Hannah's, the aroma of chicken curry welcoming me. There is nothing much in this office except for the small table and the swivel chair, and of course, the washroom."Mmh." I moan faintly to the aroma, but something else makes me release another louder moan.The familiar sensation of his touch as he encompasses me from behind."Which meal am I supposed to devour first?" He groans behind my ear."Mmh." I spin around in his arms, my arms sheathing his neck. "Which one do you crave the most?" I tease, looking into his bottomless sexy eyes."You." He states, reaching for my lips, and we kiss slowly deep and sweet, our bodies dancing between our arms, until he pulls away. "But tell me what is happening here, huh?" He says, reclining down on the seat I brought and pulling me between his legs. I sit on his thigh.He looks completely exhausted. I don't think he has any vigour for sex that I am craving for, but I don't know how long I can
Two months later!I plunge to the swivel chair in this small room that has been serving as my office for the last two months. It's yet another tiresome but profitable day. The coffee shop is doing incredibly terrific so far, and I can say that there is absolutely nothing to worry about it. The statistics for this month's report are terrific. My heart is pounding with joy.Nonetheless, of late I have found myself Lerinquishing on the interest in customer liturgy, and all I do is just sit back in this office like a bitchy lazy arse boss. I admire the upswing of this shop, and I can't rationalize the sensation whenever I see it bombarded with customers. It's a mind-boggling inexplicable feeling, but I'm starting to think that my profession is calling for me. I just can't bring myself to enjoy serving customers anymore."Aren't you leaving yet?" Grace speaks, sauntering to my office with her backpack.She has been of tremendous help, even more than I could have ever comprehended, except w
I wrap up off by fixing my hair into a tight ponytail while standing in front of the dressing mirror. I straighten my outfit and give myself a once-over look. Perfect! I take my handbag, shove my résumé inside after I'm content with how I look, stamp my two-inch stilettos on the floor and make a hasty exit.I find my phone and contact Grace while strolling across the living room. Although I absolutely dread leaving the coffee business in her hands, I must do this. I need to.Just as she picks up, I exit my condo and lock it, marching towards the lift."Hi, bestie! Are you already at your prince charming's office?" She says, and her voice seems to be trotted."It's just 9:10, and my appointment with him is until ten. I'm just leaving." I get into the lift."I see. Good luck. Although I don't think you need it. There is no way that guy would let you off his hook. You should be so exhilarated about the steamy office romance you are about signing up for. Hehee!" Damn that thought! And fu
"Riccaford? Ellie Marrie Riccaford?" He hoarses, his blazing eyes drilling through my weak ones. A pile moulds in my throat that I battle really arduously to push down. Among all the reactions I have procured for being distinguished as a Riccarford, this one is the worstiest, and it's stinging me real awful. His is not fear of who I really I am, but its fervor absorbed in loath."Dam...""Why the fuck didn't you tell me, huh?" He cuts me off. How much misery do I still have to endure for this name, huh? It's starting to seem like a curse tag on me for God's sake!"I'm sorry, Damian, I... Just didn't know how to tell you about...""You are freaking a Riccarford and you didn't fucking know how to tell me who you were? What games are you playing, Ellie?!" After roaring, he launches towards me with slow computed strides like a lion taming its prey. His hands are clung into fists, his facial idioms exuding nothing but animosity and danger.At this point, the terror in me recedes in a fli