Two months later and the most her husband had done was finger and tongue her till the point of ecstasy. Kelvin didn’t think she was ready, maybe she wasn’t but their relationship was better. Leila had met his younger sister, Samantha and he was planning to take her home to meet his parents. The thought of parents half-saddened her. She had not seen hers since she walked out on them all those years ago. But it was okay, Kelvin promised to help her find her parents. They might be doing things backward like meeting parents after marriage but it was working for them. Leila pushed the strap of her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the office. As usual, she was the last one to leave. Kelvin was on a business trip so she wasn’t so excited to go home. Home felt empty without him. She grinned thinking about the last time he ate her out. She could get used to that daily. A cab was waiting downstairs to take her home. Since Leila didn’t want her colleagues to know

“Kiss me so fast I’ll forget how to breathe,” I mutter under my breath as my eyes scan the page of the erotic novel on my phone. “Fuc–” My head snaps up at the sound of footsteps. I perk up as soon as King walks in. He barely spares me a glance and plops into a single sofa across me. He is ignoring me again. I put my phone away with the intention of returning to my novel later. I cross my legs and lean to the side, showing off more skin than necessary. King is watching. That’s why I spread my legs so he can see what his presence does to me. How he makes my pussy bleed for his dick. He won’t touch me even if I’m eighteen and ripe to fuck. I’m his best friend’s sister. I’m off limits but my pussy doesn’t care. I push my skirt higher up my thighs and he closes his legs to hide his bulge. “King.” “Jane, behave yourself,” he growls out. One quick look at the stairs and I crawl to him. My hands rest on his knees. “I don’t want to, King. I want to be

Blair nodded, the only thing she could do with his gaze holding her captive. “I think so.” Dylan leaned so close his breath tickled her neck. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, he said in a voice she knew wasn’t meant for her to hear, “I want to fuck you, B. I need you to remember how I taste.” In a louder voice, he added, “We should get going then, knucklehead.” She froze, was that it? She wanted it too. She wanted him to fuck her until the only thing she knew was him, he could bend her over like a cheap slut. “You never could hold your alcohol in anyways.” A wave of emotions crashed over her, she couldn’t identify all but she identified the overwhelming disappointment. She gave a feeble nod. “Not so fast,” he said when she tried to scamper off him. “You have to put this on first.” He raised her bikini top and another lump formed in her throat. She was quiet as he helped her put it on. His lips lowered to her cheek in a chaste peck, she wished it was he

Someone is trying to pry my skull open with a crowbar. That’s the only way to describe the throbbing pain at my temples. I peel my eyes open. My vision is a bit hazy but the figures in front of me finally move into focus. There are four things I notice. The waiter is still here. His knuckles are bruised. Edwin has a cut on his lips. There’s a small crowd watching us. “Hey,” Edwin says and scurries to sit beside me. He takes both of my hands when I try to touch the side of my head. “Don’t do that, babe. The waiter hit you by mistake.” I look up to him and nod. Liar. Fucking liar. There is no way the waiter would have reached me. “I’m going to get him fired. But first, let’s get you to a clinic.” His lips descend over mine in a brief kiss I don’t respond to. “What’s wrong?” The crowds have resumed their business, even the waiter is missing. I swipe my hand across my nose. “Nothing’s wrong. I want to go home.” Edwin chuckles. “I’m

Left? As in, he walked out of the restaurant without letting me know? My head rounds up to Idem. He’s waiting for further questions. “What do you mean left?” “Today was his last day. He resigned. So he has gone.” I blink back the shock. My mouth drops open and I swallow hard. “Anything?” “No. Nothing at all. It’s fine. Thanks.” I pick up my handbag and almost break out in a run in my haste to leave this place. How did: in five minutes turn to: he already left? Scum. Men are scum. Paul. Edwin. Scum of the earth. I don’t remember much of the drive back home or the events after but the next day, I’m awake earlier than I should and ready for work though my leave hasn’t ended. If I had work, I wouldn’t have been at the restaurant. If I hadn’t been there, Paul wouldn’t have embarrassed me. He couldn’t have told me that he had to leave? My car slows as I near the path leading to my office. I’m still pissed. Our convers