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11. Myla
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His Kind Of Woman 12. Zayne
The feeling of Myla's lips against my cheek sends me to a whole other world. Somehow, I've never been kissed on the cheek. But for a moment, I'm reminded of when my mother used to kiss me on the cheek and tell me that everything would be okay and that I was the best son she'd ever ask for. I don't know why I'm thinking about the past when I don't even want to recall it. The last thing I want is to let Myla read through me like an open book so I smile and rest my hand on her waist, pulling her closer. "Your service is truly excellent. I only told the truth." Yeah, well. I don't go around saying things even if they're true but I somehow wanted to do something that would make me seem a little bit less of a dickhead. "Okay, that might get me a raise so thank you. I mean it." The smile on her lips and eyes makes me somehow feel at ease and I feel the corner of my lips going up. "Come on." I lead her to the car, opening the door for her before she gets inside. The way the black fabric
His Kind Of Woman 13. Myla
I can only imagine the pain Zayne must have gone through. Losing your mother is something I can't even think about, let alone have it happen to me. He must have felt lonely. I stare at him for a moment as he goes completely quiet, probably thinking about the memories with his mother. Was he just a child when she passed away? All I want to do is hug him and let him know that it's okay. He definitely doesn't open up to anyone, but I know for a fact that he must need a shoulder to lean on. So, without thinking, I stand up and make my way to him, putting down his jacket before I wrap my arms around him. I feel him tense, but I rest my head against his back and sigh a little. The two of us don't speak nor move, and we stay like this for a couple of seconds before he turns to me with eyes that spoke the words he didn't. "I just..." I really don't know what to say, I acted without really thinking. "Thanks." Instead of questioning my actions, he smiles a little. This isn't the cocky smile
His Kind Of Woman 14. Myla
Zayne's hands are cupping my ass cheeks while he kisses the shit out of me. I'm dizzy, but I'm well aware of everything happening around me, especially his dick that's getting harder by the second underneath me. His lips are so damn kissable and his touch is making my sexual frustration even worse The two of us eventually pull away and breathe heavily, his eyes never leaving mine. "Fuck, Myla, rub it on my fucking cock." The way his voice only penetrates so deeply inside sends me into a wave of pleasure while I let out a heavy breath, slowly moving on top of him. Zayne closes his eyes and groans, throwing his head back. His hands are still holding onto my butt cheeks while he helps me go forward and backward, making me moan without even trying to hold it in. Then all I can think about is his lips against mine and the way our tongues are fighting over dominance. Before I know it, he stands up, holding me in his arms while kissing me all the way to his room. Then I feel my back coll
His Kind Of Woman 15. Zayne
I've never willingly admitted someone made me feel good. Well, not until I met Myla.I watch as she sleeps next to me, strands of hair falling on her face before I put them away and stroke her cheek with my thumb. She looks so soft, holding the blanket close to her while sleeping peacefully. I wish I could sleep the way she's sleeping.If only my nightmares didn't exist, then perhaps, I'd get some actual rest. I find myself too mesmerized by Myla's features. Her hair is so beautiful and her lips are so plump and kissable. Hearing her moans and feeling her insides around my cock will be an unforgettable memory that will linger in my mind for a long time, and I'm not sure if I like it.Women I used to sleep with always left after we fucked, so somehow, having someone next to me this early in the morning feels strange. It's always me and my nightmares.I just brush off my thoughts and make my way to the bathroom to shower. There are no female products for Myla, and I wonder why I'm conc
His Kind Of Woman 16. Myla
A few days had passed since Zayne told me about the news. I feel happier than ever and excited about whatever awaits me, but I'm also sad and depressed because I'll have to leave Alex, Sarah, and June. Although now the café is doing good and I trust they will make it even better, I will miss working with them. Today is my last working day at the café and when I step inside the place, balloons are everywhere and Sarah approaches me with a cake in her hands. "A goodbye party?" I say jokingly but it's my coping mechanism. I'm actually about to cry. "Are you happy I'm leaving?" I watch her as she smiles bitterly at me, knowing for a fact that none of them wants me to leave. Am I selfish for choosing this path instead of staying by their side? I question myself, deep down feeling guilty although I know I'm doing it for my mother. She's getting older and her dream is slowly fading away with time, but I know that it will never really go away. She'd always remember the dream she couldn't
His Kind Of Woman 17. Zayne
I've always been a competitive person. Watch me prove everyone wrong even if it means lying to myself, and Myla is no exception. I can't use the elevator? She's right, but I'm not letting her think that I'm indeed scared of them. The two of us get inside and I feel my heart drop when the doors close. Just for 7 flours, I tell myself. I can do it. "Are you okay?" I hear Myla ask but I don't say anything, I'm trying not to think about how anxious I feel inside this fucking place. My heart is racing inside my chest and I feel sweat drip down my forehead. I can do it. "We can-" Her hand rests on my back and I tense, widening my eyes when the elevator stops and people walk inside. No. No, no, no. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I turn to Myla, stepping to the corner of the elevator to avoid whoever's greeting me. Although I don't look into her eyes because I know she can read me like an open page if I'm acting like this. My mind is racing with thoughts of the dark, suffocating basem
His Kind Of Woman 18. Myla
My heart is racing inside my chest while I step inside Judy Hills, dressed in the clothes Zayne had picked for me. A typical white shirt and a pair of beige trousers but I'm sure they cost a fortune because this is Laurier we're talking about. Talking about him, he's been staring at me since he came to my house along with Keith. He's walking beside me, his posture and steps so determined, and his cologne filling my nostrils. "Who is this?" Someone's voice makes him stop and I turn to him, only to see him glaring. "Why are you letting random people work here? Did she pass any interviews? Or are you- oh." Zayne's fist is so tight he could break it and I just stand there, feeling so small under that man's gaze. It doesn't seem like he's one of the few people Zayne tolerates and it seems that he doesn't want me here. I mean, I'm thankful Zayne got me this opportunity. I'm going to work hard and do my job properly and earn my place here. "Cummings, it's early in the morning and I'm in
His Kind Of Woman 19. Myla
Zayne's eyes widen in surprise as he looks up at me, his dark hair falling slightly into his face before he cocks his eyebrow. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air heavy with the memory of the night I can't forget myself. I can see the desire flickering in his eyes, and I know that he feels the same way that I do. Maybe even more."Do you know-" The knocking on the door makes him stop and I clear my throat, looking back at the documents in front of me. "Come in."The door opens and I can see someone walk inside from the corner of my eye. But when I hear her voice, I turn to look at her. The first thing I think about when I look at her is how beautiful she is. Damn. She's a tall, elegant figure with dark hair and sharp features, dressed in a power suit, with a crisp white blouse and a skirt that hugs her curves in all the right places.When she turns to me, my eyes widen but she just smiles. "Oh. Hello.""Hello." I stand up and stretch my hand for her to shake, yet she tu
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