7_FUCK MATE AND FANTASIES

FUCK MATE AND FANTASIES

" Don't let Sarah get you standing around and doing nothing.” Dan knocked her out of her thoughts. “You don't like your job anymore?"

Kimberlee quickly picked the tray from the table and headed back to the kitchen.

Two months now, two months and she still wasn't able to get him out of her head.

She knew what it was and accepted it for what it was, she gave her consent to a one night stand but she couldn't get over it.

His light moans kept echoing in her mind. His lips, still fresh in her mouth and she could still feel his weight over her every fucking night.

She couldn't stop thinking about that night because it kept on playing in her soul.

Why the hell can't she stop thinking about him and the different ways he could fuck her?

It wasn't the constant thoughts of him that scared her, nor was it the way she felt everytime she thinks about him or the possibility that she would have sex with him again.

It was the fact that she wanted more.

She wants him and it scared her.

Maybe because he was her first, or maybe because she failed to hookup with more people.

She had failed miserably to get him off her mind and now, she wants him.

She didn't know why though.

Was the sex that good? Or was it something else?

It couldn't be something else.

She knew what she signed up for.

Santos impressed her with a romantic date, danced with her, seduced her and fucked her.

She accepted the date, got impressed, accepted to dance with him, allowed to be seduced and fucked.

She chose to be fucked, she allowed it.

Santos wasn't her type, she could tell and it wasn't because of his wealthy status.

He wasn't the kind of man she'd like to be with for the shortest time talk more of a lifetime.

His pride was written all over him, the playboy status stench roamed around him.

Of course she didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth that day. He was an obvious liar and he'd done it a thousand times so it was already part of him.

She only flowed with it because she needed to build the sexual tension between them, after all, she chose him to take her virginity.

He was a flirt and a skilled liar. He gets around words so smoothly and all that evidence made her understood his type and she just watched it play out.

Just like her, he only wanted to fuck her.

And that's all she'd ever need him for.

A fuck boy. Her man toy. Her fuck buddy. Her fuck mate.

“Larissa? Pray for us." Kim said when they all say at the old dining table.

They all held hands and the little girl started praying but Kim didn't hear a word.

“Amen!" Pamela said with a clear of her throat to get Kim's attention.

“What is wrong?" Zita asked when they finished dinner and tucked the kids in.

“What's wrong?" She asked back.

“Really? You been acting weird. Sometimes you look lost, other times you just completely zone out." Pamela answered instead.

“It's nothing!" Kim replied with a shrug. " I'm just stressed and sometimes carried away. We have a lot of responsibilities.”

Zita and Pamela looked at each other.

" All I can hear is blah blah blah.” Zita rolled her eyes.

" You've been like this for a month now. If anything happened, you know you can tell us.” Pamela worriedly said. " I don't want to see you sad or distraught over whatever. Please just talk to us,” She insisted.

“I'm fine guys, trust me. It's not worth fretting over." Kim sternly replied.

" Well then get your shit together girl. We are worried and the kids too, you are frightening them. If you don't want to share whatever is going on with you, keep it in check.” Zita said.

" I'm sorry guys. But trust me, okay?” She hugged them and suddenly felt nauseous.

Kim rushed to the bathroom and aggressive puked in the toilet.

Pamela held up her hair while Zita brought water and towel.

“Are you okay?” Pamela worriedly asked.

“Someone got knocked up.” Zita cleared her throat when Pamela glared at her.

“What?”

“Just shut up,”

Kim wiped her mouth and sat on the bed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?” Pamela hugged her.

“I'm good. Seems like dinner didn't agree with me.” She replied.

“Or maybe the baby didn't.” Zita sat on the only chair in the room close to the window.

“What baby? Zee..”

“Uh uh, no, you gotta start asking yourself some questions honey. Did you or did you not use a condom when you fucked mister Santos?” Zita asked.

“Zee, you're not helping.” Pamela said.

“Let's face the facts..”

“So anyone that randomly throws up is pregnant? What mentality is that?” Pamela replied.

“I ain't drawing no conclusions. Just a question.” Zita shrugged.

“Just let it be, Pam. I'm certain I'm not pregnant.” Kim stood up.

“Where are you going to?” Pamela asked.

“I want to be alone.” She picked her keys and walked out.

The night warm air hit her face the moment she stepped into the streets.

She didn't feel like riding her scooter.

Zita's question kept ringing in her head.

She couldn't remember if Santos used protection or not but she was certain he did.

And why wouldn't he? He was not a rookie in that field so she was very certain he didn't make such a mistake.

There's no way she is pregnant. Just no way. Absolutely not!

How will she take care of another child in addition to the six she has at home?

They barely feed properly, this will only be a commodity.

“No! Kimberlee no! Don't let Zee get into your head."

Kim suddenly stopped when she felt dizzy.

Everything started spinning and she felt her spirit slowly leave her body and it felt like she was floating in gravity.

Her eyes became very heavy and everywhere turned dark.