LOGINCaden was clearly shocked by that news and his momentary distraction gave Alora the time to pull away from him.
As she made to open the door and get out of the car, he grabbed hold of her hand.
“Rara.”He called.
“Alora.”She corrected, firmly.
“I thought you liked me calling you that.”
When he started chasing after her, he called her Rara.
Everyone called her Alora.
But overtime, she grown to loved hearing him call her that.
Like a person nickname that only the boy she loved calls her.
But now, after seeing that the feelings were one-sided.
She was the only one who loved him while he was manipulating and playing with her heart.
She hated that name.
She hated his presence.
She wanted to hate him too.
She didn’t want to have anything to do with him.
“Don’t call me that anymore.”
He pulled her back to face him.
“Are you breaking up with me? Did anyone tell you anything?”
Alora looked up at him.”Is anyone supposed to tell me anything?”
“Then why are you transferring schools?”
“Did I tell you that this document is for me? It’s for my friend.” Alora lied.
She still wanted her disappearance to take him by surprise since up until now, he still felt like playing with her.
He looked relieved to hear that.
“Then why don’t you want to compete for the Tisch position. With your skills, you’re sure to get in.”
Alora felt like punching him on the face.
Didn’t he say Brielle was more deserving of that spot?
Now he was saying this to her face?
“I just never had any interest in that competition.”
He looked taken aback again.
“Caden, I have to go.”
Alora wasn’t in the mood for his usual confusion game.
“Rara, I want things to return to the way they used to be between us.”
Alora stared at him in disbelief.
Hadn’t he done enough?
Shouldn’t he be happy that she no longer wanted that position?
Shouldn’t he jump for joy and go tell Brielle the good news?
Why was he still pretending to like her?
“I should…”
Before she could complete that, Caden held her tightly and pressed his lips against hers.
He kissed her, deeply. His tongue traced the seam of her lips until they parted.
Alora tried to fight him but he was intoxicating.
His tongue delved into her mouth, played with hers and she made a small sound in her throat.
He deepened the kiss and slid his free hand over her body.
She moaned into his mouth.
Her mind was almost clouded with a haze of lust and then she suddenly recalled, the words, the humiliation she’s had to endure for the past few days.
He didn’t love her.
He just wanted to use her body as a cum-dumping site.
He loved Brielle.
She didn’t deserved this.
With all her might, Alora pushed him away from her body. She got down from the car and hurried away.
*********
As soon as Alora got to her dorm room, she started to arrange her belongings. She had just finished packing up when her phone rang.
She grabbed a hold of it and saw that it was Caden.
She ignored it. She had to block him. Or better still, she had to get rid of this particular phone number of hers so he’d have no way of contacting her ever again.
She made up her to get rid of it on her way to the airport tomorrow.
Her cellphone beeped, it was a text from him.
Caden: Rara, I know you said I shouldn’t call you that but I want to. I feel like I owe you a lot, and at the same time, I do not want things to end between us.
Alora sat on the bed.
What was he up to this time?
He sent another text.
Caden: I really care about you, Alora.
Was he love-bombing her now?
Was having sex with her that good? He was willing to continue this charade even after she had made it clear to him that she wasn’t interested in Tisch!
Caden: I’ve been keeping a lot of things away from you while trying to maintain this image of myself. I realize now that it might not be worth it.
“He just wants to humiliate you even more, Alora.” She murmured to herself.
Caden: Please meet me at the lakeside tomorrow, I have something important to say to you. I don’t know how you’re going to see me after that but you deserve to know everything about me.
Was he going to tell her about the bet?
Alora shook her head.
She didn’t want to think about it.
She didn’t want to be dragged even deeper into this game of his.
She laid on her bed, trying to sleep and prepare for tomorrow’s flight.
Almost an hour later of unsuccessfully getting any sleep, her phone beeped.
She reached for it and stared at the screen.
Surprisingly, it was Brielle.
Brielle and her had each other’s number but they rarely communicated on phone.
Curiously, she tapped on the screen and saw that it was a video.
The video captured Brielle, Caden and their friends all having fun at a club.
And then Brielle and Caden started actively making out while the others cheered.
It was the same outfit Caden wore earlier that day when he kissed Alora in his car.
Under the video was a text.
Brielle:I’m back with my boyfriend now, stay away from him, slut.
At this point, Alora wasn’t surprised, she had already been disappointed too much by that boy already.
But she couldn’t say she wasn’t hurt.
She felt hurt and disgusted.
Disgusted with herself for ever getting involved with Caden.
But never again.
They were never going to see each other again!
*LORENZO*“Let’s talk outside, mom.” I said, taking hold of her hand.“No, let’s talk here. In fact, I have a few words to say to this young lady. First of all, what is she doing here at this time of the day?”I saw no reason to lie since it had come to this so I replied.“She lives here.”My mom stared at me, incredulously. “She lives here?”“I just told you, she’s my girlfriend. It shouldn’t be bizarre that we live together.”She suddenly burst into laughter.“Oh, she’s got you good. But this nonsense ends today. Young lady, get your things…”“Mom…stop it!” I yelled, grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her away from the kitchen.“Let go of me, Lorenzo. You’re being stupid…how could you allow yourself get deceived by this gold digger!”I felt so bad that Danica was hearing all the vile things she was saying.But I continued to drag her away until we were out of the apartment.“How could you disrespect my girlfriend like that?!” I thundered.“Disrespect your girlfriend? She was your
There was no way on earth Carla would accept that Lorenzo wanted to be with his cleaner.How could Lorenzo choose a cleaner over her?It felt like a huge insult to her.An insult she couldn’t accept!So as soon as Lorenzo left, Carla wiped her cheeks, grabbed her bag and hurried out of the house.She headed straight to Lorenzo’s family’s house. As soon as she got there, she put on the saddest look she could muster.“Oh, Carla Dear, are you alright?” Allegra, Lorenzo’s mother who had always been fond of her, and had quite the soft spot for her asked.She was especially kinder to Carla now that she knew Carla was grieving.“Auntie, I just found out about something but I don’t know if it’s in my place to say.” Carla let out, trying to sound as innocent as possible.“Go on, sweetheart. You can tell me anything.”“Lorenzo has been seduced by his cleaner.”Allegra’s eyes dilated. “What?”“Anytime I go to his place, I always see her in sexy clothes. I always told him that staff weren’t suppo
*LORENZO*Danica screams as she climaxes. It’s a cock-hardening sound. Her fingers are clenched around the sheets. Her head tossed back. Her mouth open. I kiss her clitoris as she writhes beneath me, then her belly, her navel, her stomach, and her sternum as she mewls, and taking her cries into my mouth, I ease into her.*********My phone buzzed. And without looking at the caller ID, I know it’s Carla. I’d promised to see her. Ignoring the phone, I gaze down at Danica, who is dozing beside me. She’s becoming quite demanding in bed, and I like it. Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder, and she stirs.“I have to go out,” I murmur.“Where are you going?”“I have to see a friend.”“Oh.”“I need to talk some things through with her. I won’t be long.”Danica sits up. “Okay.” She glances out the window. It’s dark.“It’s six P
*LORENZO*Danica towel-dries her hair while I shave.The bruise on her side looks smaller, but it’s still a livid purple. A wave of guilt washes through me, she certainly gave me no indication last night or this morning that she was in any pain. She gives me a dazzling smile over her shoulder, and like a sea mist in the breeze, my guilt fades into the ether.Part of me wants to stay here with her forever. But I also need to leave.There was so much work for me to do in town and I didn’t want my father to notice.But it will be a shame to go. I’m enjoying our comfortable familiarity, and I marvel at the change in her. She seems far more confident, and it’s been only a few days.Tossing her hair to the side, with a glance at me, she strolls out of the bathroom, naked as the day she was born. I peek around the doorframe; the view is too tantalizing not to enjoy, her hair swinging almost to her waist in a gentle counterpoint to her w
*LORENZO*Danica is lying across me, head on my chest, her fingers tapping out a melody over my stomach. I don’t know what it is, but I’m enjoying it.I call the kitchen via the internal phone system. “Mona, I’d like some supper in my room. Can we have some sandwiches and a bottle of wine?”“Very good. Beef?”“Great. And a bottle of the Château Haut-Brion.”“I’ll leave a tray outside the door, sir.”“Thank you.” I smile at the blatant glee in her voice and hang up the phone. I don’t know why, but Mona knows that Danica is different. I’ve brought girls here before, but Mona’s never been as solicitous as she’s been today. She must know that I’m in love. Head over heels. Completely. Utterly. Wholly. In love.“You have a phone for inside the house?” Danica looks up at me.“It’s a big house.” I grin.
“Here, let me help you....” Taking hold of her hand, he plants a kiss in her palm. He moves it to his chest, and she splays it out against his skin, feeling his warmth. His lips part as he takes a sharp breath.“I like you touching me.”Encouraged, she moves her hand down, her fingers tickling the fine hair that’s sprinkled across his chest. She skims over one of his nipples, and it puckers under her touch.“Oh,” she breathes in delight.“Oh,” he responds, his voice hoarse, his eyes hooded and a dark, mossy green.He’s watching her like a hawk. She bites her upper lip, and he groans.“Don’t stop,” he whispers. Feeling more wanton and enjoying the fact that she’s turning him on, she moves her hand south over his smooth skin, over the bluffs and dips of his abdominal muscles.He tenses beneath her touch, and his breathing accelerates. She reaches the line of hair that







