CHAPTER 26: Unwanted Child?

"Hmmm... mhm," Ezekiel's moans echoed repeatedly as I massaged his back.

I didn't feel comfortable hearing those sounds, especially since we were both naked.

He remained lying face down while I kneeled on the large bed.

"Press it harder." His voice hinted at the pleasure he was feeling.

I hesitated. I took the oil again, poured a little on my palm, and spread it on his tense back.

No wonder my body was always sore with all the weight he put on me every night.

"Here?"

"No, lower."

"Here?"

"Oh fuck, yes."

I winced. I slowly and firmly ran my hand down his lower back, using karate-like moves. As time went on, I exerted more force, fueled by my frustration towards him.

"I'm surprised that you actually knew how to massage," he laughed bitterly. "You're used to massaging someone? Not to mention that motherfucking lover of yours?"

I paused for a moment and looked at the top of his head. He remained buried in the pillow; he didn't look at me.

Was he referring to Brantley?

I sarcastically smir