Isis was having the best moments of her life with Omarion. Every single day, she would wrap up quickly in the office, slip to Omarion’s and have sex. Isis could not hold herself back. Omarion had awakened her sexual nerves. Now, she wanted it daily, not weekly, annually or occasionally. She wanted him all over her every single day. As each day unfolded, the yearning became deeper and greater, with both boss and employee not being able to resist each other. Omarion loved it. Isis adored it. She wanted more…went for more and kept up the pace consistently; finish work swiftly, rush to Omarion’s office and have a feel of their bodies. Throughout the week, Isis and Omarion made out consistently. They don’t utter a word to each other but it was clear that the bond was strengthening …getting stronger as each day passes by. Isis would walk into the office, lock the door behind her to avoid predators like Racheal badging in and interrupting their fun. She would smile, walk majestically and me

Phoenix returned home to meet an empty house without her best friend, Isis. She was so amazed. The door was locked and so she took out a bunch of keys and unlocked it. Slamming the door behind her, Phoenix yelled Isis’ name. “Isis! Isis!” there was no response. “Babe? Babe!” she kept calling as she walked towards their room. She flung the door open and met an empty room. Phoenix was surprised. She threw her bag on the bed and took off her heels. Then she opened the door to the shower, thinking that Isis might be playing pranks on her as she once in a while did. “I caught you!” phoenix shouted excitedly when she opened the door. Alas! It was empty. The last place Phoenix could not bet her best friend could be was the kitchen. Although she prepared food, but it was not Isis’ fantasy. She was barely doing it because both of them needed food to eat and survive. Apart from that reason, Isis would not enter the kitchen. It might be a lucky day so Phoenix went over to the kitchen to look fo

For a couple of seconds, Omarion wondered what could have possibly spurred his mother to call him at such a wrong time. Why was his mother calling? What the hell does she have that could not wait? After abandoning him for years, she appears out of the blue and wants what exactly? “Mother” his voice dropped low. He was clearly not in a mood to speak to her. She had interrupted his fun with Isis. Who knows? He might just have gone for another round if not for her interruption. How annoying! “We are coming home soon” she said at the other end of the call. “What?!” Omarion nearly shouted. She did not even wait for his response. She ended the call. It was not a surprise anyways, when she called a few times, it was always bad news. Often, Madam Louisiana was the recipient of her calls. Not until lately when she decided to call him directly. She would o straight to the point without asking how he was doing, his health, how he was coping with business and all those stuff a mother was suppose

Finally, Isis and Racheal were separated. Only their breaths filled the room. Racheal was crying, writhing in pain while Isis took her bad from the floor. The security men let go off both women. Isis was so satisfied. She had finally made Racheal pay. At least, for a few bad things…she arranged her dress, packed her hair all up again and flashed a satisfying smile at Racheal. The latter wanted to rant again but it seemed the pain inflicted on her body made her swallow her words. She was so pained, angered, battered and angered. She wished she could sprawl and retaliate but then, she could not. Isis headed to Omarion’s office straight away. She halted, drew in a long breath, exhaled and then turned the door knob. She was smiling until she opened the door and her nose caught the stench of alcohol. Isis covered her nose. It filled all the corners of the room. “Goodness! “She exclaimed closing the door behind her. Isis was disturbed. Her eyes caught sight of Omarion who was now sitting on

Isis walked briskly but slowed down her steps when she approached the guest's living room where Madam Louisiana was. She drew in a long breath, exhaled and wished herself luck before appearing in front of the woman. " Hey...Isis? Has Omarion eaten the whole food?" She asked. " Well, much to sustain him throughout the night" Isis replied clutching her feet against each other. " Come on! Come over...sit with me" Madam Louisiana said. She was so happy to have Isis around her.Isis obeyed and went to sit near Madam Louisiana. The old lady was watching a movie on TV while she crushed some popcorn in her mouth. Isis sat down beside her, eyes flashed towards the television. The movie was an ancient one- the kind only old ladies like Madam Louisiana would enjoy. The old lady seemed to be cracked up by the scene in motion. Isis turned to look at her. " Look at that crafty idiot! He lacks no wits" Madam Louisiana burst into laughter pointing at the television. Isis was not enjoying the atmosph