MY BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

Ava’s POV

After taking my bath, I picked up my phone, and my aunt wasn't in yet so I could leave without having to answer a ton of questions. I shut the door and walked towards the main road, soon the house was behind me.

My dress was a beautiful red gown, one that earned me admirable glances and amazing compliments. My hair also did justice to my look as I had my hair tied up in a ponytail, one of my favorite hairstyles.

As I arrived at the hotel, I texted Chris on W******p to let him know I had arrived, but he didn’t reply, so I called his phone. He picked up immediately but didn’t say anything. Just as I was about to speak, the soft moan of a woman’s voice sprang from the speaker. She kept pleading with him to go gently on her, saying his manhood was too big for her.

My head spun. I removed the phone from my ear briefly to confirm the caller’s name again…yes it was ‘my smile’, the name I had used in saving Chris’s number. I placed it back to my ear, and Chris’s voice came through, breaking like cracked radio signals.

“Hi, my love. Stay right there. I’m coming to meet you shortly.”

The call ended and I stared speechless. What just happened? Isn't this another proof that Chris was cheating on me? But who was that girl? Or had Kia gotten here before me and slept with him already?

Just as I was deep in my thoughts, Chris hurried down the stairs.

“Hi baby,” he said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

My stiff body didn’t respond. If our stares could kill a person, mine would have killed Chris because they weren't nice at all. I darted those scrutinizing looks that an African mother would give her child who had just misbehaved but still, I got no evidence to use in nailing him to the cross. He didn’t even look like someone who had just had sex: no woman’s cologne, no lip gloss stain on his shirt. He didn’t act suspiciously either.

Or did I not hear correctly?

“Are you okay, Ava?” he asked, and I nodded at once.

“Chris, are you cheating on me?” I voiced out, almost unplanned.

“Oh baby, come on! I thought we were over this? I already explained to you that I have nothing to do with Kia.”

“This isn’t about Kia anymore. I heard a lady moaning like you were on top of her when I called. She was right here with you, right in this room.”

Chris giggled. “Honey, that was the television,” he said, laughing again. I looked at the TV, and all I saw was a serious fight between two men. It was an action movie, not a romance or sex movie. I returned my gaze to Chris.

“Stop lying!” I yelled, and his expression turned serious.

“What do you mean, Ava?”

“I’m no kid, Chris. I know when a guy is cheating and when he’s not.”

He snapped his fingers in the air, and two men stormed in. My mind went blank. One was holding a saxophone, the other a bunch of red roses and a teddy bear. My eyes lit up when the man with the saxophone began playing and singing a happy birthday song for me. I turned 18 today, and I had only just remembered.

Then came Chris’s friends, Alex, the boy from the same class as Steve, who Chris said had helped him track the private number and discovered it was Liana. He was standing beside Harrison: Chris’s best friend from home, who lived on the same street.

After the saxophonist was done playing, Harrison popped a confetti popper, and shiny bits flew everywhere. My anger dissolved like salt in water. I jumped and hugged Chris, even kissing him in front of everyone. I hadn’t known Chris could be this romantic. I had accused him wrongly of cheating on me and had also been unnecessarily worried, even though it was clear enough that Chris loved me.

He collected the roses and teddy bear from the other guy and handed them to me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I was already in tears. I couldn’t wait to tell him I was sorry for everything I had put him through. I also couldn’t wait to gist with Liana and show her my gifts.

I thought that was all, but then Chris pulled out a diamond necklace from his pocket. He opened its box and gently put it on me. I cried, unable to contain the excitement in my heart, so I let the tears fall to show how much joy I felt in that moment.

“My love, please don’t. I love you. Believe me, baby,” he pleaded, wiping my tears with his palm.

His friends got so emotional too.

“She loves you, man,” Alex said, as they popped champagne and everyone drank and celebrated.

Later, Chris and I lay on the bed, drunk and excited. We talked about a lot of things: his hobbies, the places he’d love to visit in the future, what he found attractive in me, and all that. The Saxophonist had left, and so had the other two guys.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Really? You find my eyes attractive?” I asked, expecting him to say that again.

“Why?” I questioned after he responded. A grin spread across my face.

“Your cat eyes are beautiful,” he complimented, earning a broad smile from me.

Chris wasn’t the only guy who admired my cat eyes. It was one of the beautiful things I inherited from my Chinese mom. Unfortunately, she and my dad had passed away, and my aunt adopted me. Even though she isn’t so rich, I’m cool with her.

He leaned forward, lying on top of me, but did not drop his full weight on me. He smiled, and I smiled back. The diamond necklace around my neck glittered like stars in the night sky. It must have cost a fortune, judging from the look.

Chris and I were just a breath apart.

“You know I can have you a million times a day. I can never get tired of your body.”

My bones became weak; my body shivering under the subtle pressure of his masculinity and I couldn’t wait to grip him tightly and slide his manhood into me. I knew Chris loved spending quality time with me and also having quality sex.

He spread my legs wide, and his tongue found its way between them. A soft moan escaped from my lungs as my body trembled under the pleasure of his head game. It was easier for him because my nightwear was a silk short gown with tiny straps that ran across my shoulders to my back.

He slid two fingers into me, and I trembled.

“Oh Chris,” a soft cry left my throat.

“Fuck me, I beg of you.”