We park his white Lamborghini at his ample parking lot and we step out, the large box of pizza in my hands. Time really flew on us at the beach and only darkness reminisced us that we needed to head back. That is how freaking fast time flies when you are having a good time, huh! But when life is screwing you, time drags worse than a tortoise pace. We didn't talk much except a few jokes here and there, but it was great all the same. I feel so fresh and new. I glance at my Porsche well parked between his two heavy machines. He had it delivered here the day after our encounter. I don't know whether I should be grateful for that accident or not, but at least I didn't end up sleeping on the street. I would have cursed this baby a million times if that happened."We can drive your baby around town tomorrow." He says, eyeing it as if he doesn't own two different models. "I kind of miss it, but I hate driving." I state."Who on earth hates driving especially a sweet rare babe like this one?
I hug my gym wear to my chest as we get out of his car in front of this three-storey building somewhere I don't know. I am so new in this city, so even if this hot guy is taking me into a slaughterhouse, I wouldn't know until I'm inside it. Meh! I don't think he would do that though. Part of me is warming up to him and I feel like I can trust him even just a little bit. He is anything but an assassin or a mafia.The only thing freaking me out right now is this fear or paranoia that I can't control. I have been awfully quiet throughout the drive and now that we are here, I don't know. I don't know why I do not trust this decision is mine. Anyways, I follow his long strides inside the marble-floored building with aerobic signs everywhere. This is crazy! Ellie walking into a gym? Rose and Sherry would undoubtedly laugh their lungs out and crack their rips if they knew this. Who would believe this joke, huh? No one. Even I don't believe I am doing this. A gym is a gym. The real meaning
We make a stop at a very highly populated area with street foods of all kinds being sold on the busy roadsides. The aroma, ooh my goodness! I forgot to mention that bordering Tanzania, this community has been ranked the best in delicacies in the country, and I tell you, the aroma beckons you from miles away. It's irresistible. We step out of the car, and I forget where we were going first and stare at the presentable dishes. "Hey!" Damian calls, standing where I am devouring the dishes with my eyes.I toss the exciting idea of the Bombolulu market aside for a moment. "Can we have some first, please?" I ask, and he raises an eyebrow."Are you sure you can eat that?" He queries.I get what he means. I have never tasted any street food ever. I even hated them because I heard that they are dirty and give most of the people a stomach upset. But all that turns cliche right now. These ones do not look like those black shirts sold in some streets in the name of I don't know what. These one
"Shit!" I curse as Damian aids me plop onto the swivel chair in the bijou office of his gym. My body is in excruciating immense pain on my third day of working out. All of my body's veins are facing unprecedented muscle pulls. The worst is with my back - it feels like it's in shambles. Someone has to enlighten me once more why I'm even in this cursed gym.This guy keeps reassuring me that the muscular pulls would stop in a few days. What precisely does a few days mean to him, huh? A week? No, because I'm positive I'll continue to feel absolutely this terrible for the next four days. Then, how long? A month? I'd better stick with my figure. I am okay with my body just the way it is, and I love myself just the way I am. I don't know what made me try this shit.Damn!I'm not even sure why I'm still here. I'm so sick from even the aura of this building. Everything about this damn gym sucks!"Drink some". Damian offers me a bottle of water, which I annoyably grab."Thank you, but what I
Our lips are pleadingly and daintily blooming against one another. My eyelids closed a long time ago, but I can still feel his vigorously appealing gaze sweeping across my face. Due to the impending malfeasance, my heart is loudly thumping with the sound of rejoicing. Although it shouldn't be, it is. This burning urge shouldn't be there, but it is. In his arms, I shouldn't be feeling this frail and convulsing, yet I do. Nothing is under my control, not even the sin that is beckoning to me. I cannot control my urge. I am fully cognizant that everything about this is all wrong, yet it's just so compelling. This is extremely difficult for me to resist. I can't... Any other idea escapes my mind as he aggressively yet gently places his lips against mine. Right now, the only thing I want is to taste this sweet sin, to fully squish in his kisses.I exclaim with excitement as I open my mouth to finally taste him, glad that the dreadful longing won't last long as I am about to quench it. He
We saunter into what I presume to be his room, and he makes his way into the bathroom at the far end. As my feet make contact with the cold tiles, he makes no suggestions still, leaving me feeling a little letdown. He retains me in his arms, and I have no doubt that he is aware of the longing expression of desire on my face. Since he seems to be moving so slowly, I pull his face to mine and force our lips together. I can't wait any longer to taste him.Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream.I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away.Like, what the freaking fuck?I mean, excuse me!I'm I such a lousy kisser that he had to stop just after the first one? Is there something wrong with my mouth, my breath, or something? I anticipated that his arms would stroke every inch of my body as soon as we sauntered here, his tongue exploring every corner
"Look at me, Ellie!" His call in a roguish voice freezes my groans, and his coercive thrusting abruptly stops, causing me to jerk.I peel my eyes open to meet his frosty, menacing ones.We are in the nth round of steaming hot violent sex, and I should be sobbing. It was the sixth round when I last checked, which was approximately an hour ago. He is acting like a frenzied beast, and I am incapable of stopping him. I am powerless beneath him. The only thing remaining is him tying me to this bed and shoving his cock up to my core. "Damian, please!" I strain with my labored breathing and the discomfort of my soreness down there. I feel like my walls have broken already.I'm fully aware that when I erroneously howled that idiot's name, I bruised his ego. I hurt him. I get it, but if castigating me was all he needed to stroke his ego, shouldn't he be satisfied by now? This is too much."I want you to keep your eyes on my face as I fuck that bastard's name out of your brain and don't," he p
"Good evening!" I lay over in the cozy bed while his voice reverberates in my ears. I open my eyes to the sight of him seated next to me, his face buried in his laptop."Good...evening! Is it really evening?" Pulling myself up, I ask, checking through the open curtain to make sure it is indeed evening. The sun indeed seems to be fading away ushering in the darkness. Is that how long I slept? And during the day? Another world wonder! I don't vaguely recall ever dozing off in the middle of the day. It's true that I occasionally feel dizzy and worn out, and I end up nestling myself underneath the covers in the hopes that I would eventually fall asleep, but all I ever do is wish and hope while tossing and turning in bed until I get sick of never being able to sleep and annoyably drag my ass out of bed. I don't think I'm changing, the world must be."Aah...done! Yes, it is." He says, setting the laptop aside to focus on me. His remarkable abs and biceps are still o