LOGIN“It’s Rey now” …Kisha scoffed.
She even has a surprise for you. I don’t think anything can ever beat that you’ve got yourself a real hottie. I think you should stick with her. You look real good together.Her hands trembling Corey recognized that look so well…. jealousy was clouded in her tone. He enjoyed every bit of it. He didn’t want to get her all worked up because of Mama Uyioku’s presence, so he kept his mischief for another day. *** flash back**** Walking to the bathroom to cool off, he didn’t want to wake her up. He needed to strategize smartly this time, he was sure this time that he didn’t just want her, he needed her to feel everything he felt and then decide what’s good for her. A thought crossed his mind.. his lips curled up to a devilish smile. How can I ever forget about Brenda he thought, he needed to bring her to the limelight. She has the spark and power. She would do anything to drown in his arms, his plan was set in motion. He phoned her, immediately she picked. Stark city awaits your beauty. What do you say ? Brenda got the message and booked the next available flight to Stark City. “Yes … finally he wants me” She giggled. He noticed my beauty, admired my confidence. This time she was ready to give it all she got, she brought in her A-game. I was born ready. She rehearsed, looking at the mirror admiring her curves and tit. ***end of flashback*** Kisha excused herself, she felt drained, utterly speechless. She wanted to voice out her frustration, so she drove straight to Mylo’s condo. The door was wide open, she welcomed herself in, slum on the couch like a log of wood. Closing her eyes she started hearing strange voices, she took a baseball stick swinging it in motion. Could a thief have barged into Mylo house?, she didn’t think too much about it when she saw the door wide open. Ohhh! Yh Poulo …. ohh baby! you are so wild. Look how you are riding mamita so well, humping on my ass. Ahh… fill me with your loads… this is the best doggy I’ve had in a long time. Mylo's head was spinning because his dick was causing her to squirt; like an erupted volcano she came over and over again. Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo. Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now. She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers. Corey… fuckkk me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted. She did it looking in the mirror, wanting to see herself. Needed to know if her body still answered to her, not Corey alone. She thought of him deliberately and imagined he was watching her pleasure herself. “She touched herself like she was apologizing to her own skin”. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was, unless it was him. “Her body went slack. For 3 minutes she didn’t recognize herself “ She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She drove straight to her house, she needed to think. What just happened? she was petrified. she put in the security number, pushed the door opened with the last strength left in her. Welcome home. You didn’t have to keep me waiting for so long. That voice !! Her mind instinctively flew…. What are you doing here? Where are your manners? Is that the way to welcome the man who blew your mind the previous night ? Corey said with an evil grin on his face. Kisha became tense and she began to slur. I…..uhm.. whatever happened was a … Mistake? Corey beat her to her words. Yh, you, the type who plays dirty, am not surprised. He stands up, walking towards her … Each step was like a reminder that her days will be filled with more stress, quietly making her stomach churn. She withdrew her steps till her back hit the cold wall. Corey closed the space between them, his breath was itching in her face, he sniffed her all around. You smell like shit ! “What do you want? She said in a whisper, afraid if she spoke louder he might notice how tense she was. He smirked.. What do I want from you ? No, it’s you who wants something from me. Tomorrow, 7am report to “Legacy Woodwork” I do not condone lateness. With all said, he walked out without baiting an eye, not getting an affirmative response from her. Sigh.. My life is over before it even begins.She could feel his wrath, that rage. Did the man she fell in love with years back vanish? She didn't have an answer to that question. She dragged herself to the bathroom, hit the showers and did not bother to take off her clothes; She soaked herself, reminiscing her childhood, those memories that never fade. At that time she didn’t know her father Robert. She believed in the stories her mother told Morgan being her father. He took care of her and loved her as his own despite the fact she wasn’t his blood. Funny how life drew them apart, her mother, Marla broke something in her, her lies turned her world upside down, Morgan disappeared suddenly after dad threatened him. The past kept resurfacing, family ties built on lies and deceit she didn’t want to be a part of, she was forced against her will. Papa Morgan… she stared deeply into the thin air, wondering, trying to fix the puzzle. She knew there was more to her family, underneath all the posh and obnoxious luxurious lifestyle. Maybe she needs to search deeper so she can break free from being their puppet. She dozed off in the bathtub…..Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She didn’t notice how far she’d gone until her feet began to ache. She stopped near a busy intersection and looked around. She didn’t recognize the street. “What am I doing?” She whispered. Her phone was in her hand. Corey’s name was still at the top of her recent calls. She stared at it, her hand
The house had finally gone quiet. Their mother had gone upstairs, the dishes had been cleared from the table, and the television in the living room played softly in the background, but neither Corey nor Jethro was paying attention to it. They sat outside on the back porch, two cups of juice between them and the night air settling gently around the house. For a while, neither brother spoke. Corey leaned back in his chair, Jethro stared at the garden. “You know…” Corey glanced at him. “What?” Jethro smiled faintly. Mom wasn’t joking earlier, about you never visiting. Corey laughed, I’ve been busy. “You’ve always been busy.” Jethro looked at him, “But you always came.” Corey’s smile faded, what do you mean? “When I was little you always came.” Jethro lowered his eyes. Corey listened. If I had a school event, you came. If I had a football match, you came. If I got sick, you slept outside my room. Corey smiled, “You had terrible nightmares.” “I know.” Jethro laughed softly. You
By seven that evening, Corey was already regretting agreeing to dinner. Not because he didn’t want to see his mother, he did. It was his younger brother he was worried about. Jethro had a talent for turning a peaceful dinner into an interrogation and tonight, Corey wasn’t in the mood to be interrogated. He parked outside his mother’s house and sat in the car for a moment. The house looked exactly as he remembered it. Warm lights glowing through the curtains, the faint sound of music coming from inside and the familiar smell of his mother’s cooking drifting through the evening air. He never seems to get why his mother cooks when they have servants at every beck and call. To make matters worse she prefers to live in this small mansion compared to the grandeur of the mansion he bought for her. His phone vibrated. Mom: Don’t make me come outside and drag you in. Corey smiled as he stepped out. Before he could knock, the door opened. His mother stood there with her hands on her hips. “Y
Kisha stared at her phone for almost a minute before finally typing the message: Can we meet tonight? She watched the message delivered. Three dots appeared almost immediately, then disappeared. Appeared again. Where? Kisha swallowed. She typed the name of the restaurant and sent it. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew it was childish. But Corey had walked away from their argument without understanding what she had been trying to tell him. He always protected her, always decided what was best amd always acted as though she would break if he loosened his grip for even a second. She wanted him to feel something. Anything. She wanted him to understand that she wasn’t someone he could simply push away and expect to find waiting in the same place. Unfortunately, the plan she had come up with was cruel and she knew it. The restaurant was crowded when Corey arrived. He stepped inside, scanning the tables. Then he saw her. Kisha sat near the far window, she wasn’t alone,
Corey didn’t remember the drive to Mama Uyioku’s house, he only remembered leaving. One minute, he and Kisha had made it look like they had it all figured out, and the next minute he felt like a stranger with her. Dealing with all these emotions at once exhausted him to the point he couldn’t think straight any more. The next, he was behind the wheel, driving through the familiar streets of Stark City with his jaw clenched and his hands tight around the steering wheel. He shouldn’t have left, he knew that. But staying would have meant saying something he couldn’t take back. Kisha’s final words kept replaying in his mind. “We are both adults and needed to cool off some steam.” He exhaled sharply. “I know.” The problem was, he didn’t know how to stop protecting her. Not after everything they’d discovered, not after Morgan, not after Blackridge and certainly not after realizing how much he cared about her. By the time he pulled into Mama Uyioku’s compound, the sky had begun to darken
Waking up side by side, the room had gone completely quiet as the morning sun reflected across the room. Not the awkward kind of quiet, but the kind that came after two people had shared something that changed the air between them. She lay beside him beneath the tangled sheets, her head resting against his chest while his fingers moved slowly through her hair. Neither of them seemed ready to speak. A few hours ago, they had been laughing, whispering, holding each other close. Now every little movement felt significant. She lifted her head and looked at him. “What?” he asked, catching her staring. Nothing. You’ve been staring at me for almost a minute. She smiled. “Maybe I’m trying to decide if I regret what we just did.” His expression immediately changed. “Do you?” The teasing disappeared from her face. “No.” His shoulders relaxed, “Good.” She playfully pushed his chest. “Don’t look so relieved.” I am relieved. Why? “Because I don’t think I’d know what to do if you told







