How did you like their meeting? I found it spicy. Anyway, who knows what Kevah left behind? If you think you know, leave it in the comment. Thanks for reading. If you like this story, you can leave some gems. ❤️FIONA.
KEVAH'S POVI drive up to the five-bedroom house I grew up in and I blow out a weary breath, praising the good lord that Arlene got me here in one piece. I propose having her serviced when I save enough money. I am planning on giving up my apartment downtown and staying here for the summer which will grant me an excellent opportunity to tell mama my secret.I can hear her scolding me now. But I am 22 years old; a woman who lives by her own rules and dances to the beat of her own drum.I snatch the key from the ignition and establish my way inside the house. My childhood memories come flooding me. The grand piano is in the same spot before the monumental double French windows. I remember that one time when Adrian was performing his rendition of Beethoven's Symphony and I became so enraptured in the melody's beauty that I started to hum, Adrian's head drifted to 10-year-old me, and he signalled me to sit by him. He instructed me to sing my favourite song, which was and still is Christ
KEVAH'S POVI make my way over to the trio. “Adrian," I fling my arms around my stepfather. I can feel his tension evaporating in my embrace. “Eva, I missed you so much, sweetheart."“I missed you too. Now, where's mama?"“She is getting ready as we speak."“Adrian you know mama. If you don't tell her to hurry up she'll take hours to find the right shoes."“You're right. Let me go grab her," he kisses my cheek. “It's wonderful to see you, Kevah," he beams, then runs upstairs. “Thanks, sis," Ella hugs me. “Papa was gonna tear Harry a new one," she exhales. “You're welcome," I pull away. “You look gorgeous, Ella," I praise as I admire the gold sequenced dress that fits her like a glove. It's off the shoulders, and it stops mid-thigh. The back is low cut, providing us with a view of her bareback, and of course, the cleavage is on full display.Her gold shoes and clutch matches perfectly with her pixie dust makeup and her short black curls fall below her ears. “Thank you and you look
Kevah's right eye twitches like it is undergoing a muscle spasm.Emanuele is thrilled and intrigued as his eyes connect with Kevah's. He lives for this sifting of excitement, and he embraces it with open arms — and possibly a stiff dick.He chuckles to himself. Not merely that, but he plans on having so much fun with the incandescent beauty his eyes are busy fucking. He almost didn't notice the other people inhabiting the room. Kevah's dress looks so immaculate on her body; hugging her curves like a satin glove while exposing the appropriate extent of flesh at all the places he wishes to kiss; her collarbone, her thighs, her cleavage, and those lips of hers are making him weak.The glorious fabric is nothing compared to the golden glow of her skin. She is perfection, and he desires her. He needs to have her sweating under him while he pumps between her legs.Kevah is standing there looking like a fish out of water. The unchewed piece of carrot is visible for the universe to see as h
KEVAH'S POV“I love the view." I hear him express as we force our way upstairs. “Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, dining area, sitting space, washroom, a small office that Adrian and mama share, and a small library — yeah, it's a pretty nice house," I say nonchalantly.My stepfather has been the principal of Valley Christian high for 19 years and mama is a Food and Nutrition teacher there for 21 years. They bought this house when I was 10 years old.I am trying to not act embarrassed, but who the fuck am I kidding? I just almost choked to death in presence of the hottest guy I've ever met — too bad he is so freaking conceited. I reach the top of the stairs, and he captures me by my wrists and swiftly pins me against the wall, placing my hands above my head.“I wasn't speaking about the house, Principessa," he breathes into my ear. “Then what were you talking about, Mr. Corleone?" I tease.He leans in closer to me. I feel his eyelashes caressing the side of my face. His pe
KEVAH'S POV I blink rapidly as I listen to Emanuele explain to me about his encounter with that woman at the airport. He is being a bit vague, but it is still an odd story like he is leaving out a major detail. “So, you are telling me that's how people greet you in your country? That's weird, ASF," I laugh. “You must be from a primitive village then, where people reside in tents and hunt with spears and bows and arrows."“And again you insult me. Just so you know people would have your head if you were in my country, and they hear you speaking to me like this," Emanuele smirks while he rubs a hand on the back of his neck.“Whatever, your highness," I mock him, but my words seem to cause him to tense. “What — are you offended by that, too?"“Ah, let's just talk about these now, I do want to understand the story behind it," he holds my panties in front of my face. “You are one strange guy, Manny." We both laugh. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me."“Cross my heart an
KEVAH'S POV “I really can't do this." I push him away. “Ok," he uncurls my foot from around his abdomen.Ok — that's it?“Wait — what are you doing?" I ask, totally upset that he is not begging me to fuck him.“You said no, and I believe that when a woman says no or stop, she means it. Plus your family will wonder where we are so long, you should go so I can freshen up."Who is this guy — Prince Charming?He is fucking crazy if he thinks I'm leaving now after he destroyed my pipe. Lord only knows I'm leaking like a faulty faucet. The fact that he is being considerate about me saying no, makes me want to say yes all over again. Heartbreak here I come.I conquer him again with my thick thighs, then I haul him in for a kiss.He tears away. “Kevah Pierce, you are a frustrating woman," he smiles, then he holds the back of my neck and places his other hand on the mirror behind me. “If we do this, you are mine, you got that, Principessa?"“Y–yes," I nod my head.“Good."He kisses my neck
The intensity of the atmosphere is thicker than a Chinese sponge cake as Trevor and Manny begin a power-staring contest.Trevor didn't appreciate what Manny had said about his eyebrows. “What are you trying to say, Emanuele?" Trevor's eyes scan Manny's face, thinking to himself how rude he is. “I'm not trying to say anything, Trevor. I simply asked you a question," Manny holds his knife and fork, then cuts a piece of the steak. He takes a bite and hums. “Mr. Brown, this is delicious." Manny is working his hardest not to get into an argument with Trevor.“Thanks, Manny, and for the last time, it's Adrian." It still upset Trevor, he considers he has to defend his masculinity. “So what if I wax my eyebrows, chest, and legs — it doesn't mean I'm less than a man than you," Trevor sucks his teeth.Manny looks at him while he chews on the collard greens. “TMI."“So, Trevor, what's it like being a weather reporter?" Kevin quickly steps in. He knows that Manny is a world-class debater, and T
Manny is fuming, his face red with irritation, and smoke is coming from his ears. “Seriously? She will make you look better on your arm — you motherfucker."“Manny! — language and why do you hate Trevor so much," Gwyneth scolds. “I apologize to you all, and I don't hate him."“Bro, you kinda do," Kevin adds. “Maybe a little," Manny confesses. “Why?" Kevah asks. Manny's eyes slowly find hers again.“Yeah, why? I have done nothing to you," Trevor mumbles.“Maybe it's because you remind me of robots and I hate robots."“Robots?" Trevor raises an eyebrow at him.“Yes. The way you spoke about Kevah just now seems forced — almost like you are giving one of your weather reports."“And what's wrong with that? Are you suggesting I don't know how to speak to women because I get plenty?"“I don't dispute that fact. You are a handsome fellow, but I'm saying you don't possess what it takes to be a woman like Kevah's epic love."“Now Manny let's not get carried away. Kevah is a lucky girl that a