Chapter 14

SENSATIONAL LOVE SERMON FROM BRUCHA.

Kova had left my house disappointed to the point I was sure he possibly could not take my calls anymore. I watched his middle leg rise suddenly like inflation, and then fall. He was never going to be any more hornier than this all his life. It was a moment of despicable closeness which slipped out of his hands just like that.

I can tell that I was going to be extremely spent to the point I might desire to faint any day Kova gets a chance to get into my sexy laps. He had only managed to see my thighs. My legs are a seductive spec. It's part of my selling point if I want his attention on my body.

When the Brucha experience hadn't happened, some days I felt so horny and wanted a man to drill me badly, but the extent I could only go was having my lips kissed to red, and hugs, and having every part of my body fumbled like the African process of braiding flour. Some of those times had left me wanting to spread my legs wide for him to have it the way he wanted.

But no, I wasn't ready.

Kova had scolded me for treating it with such jealousy and carefulness.

It wouldn't stay forever, he had remarked angrily.

Should you go to heaven with it, Angels will still have it. Silly talk!

Kova had played his card well to tame me, but my saviour was the seal on the entrance of my flesh.

I had to run up because that was the only way I could escape what was loading. If Kova did a quarter of the things he did to me when I wasn't broken, I’d even have him moaning before he gets a turn. My beloved defense was a trick into my room and locking myself behind the doors.

He had left angrily, nearly having a tear dropping from his eyes. He hadn't cried like I did, he had to cry more and feel the bitterness I felt the day he made me lose my pride the worst way.

My new determined way of life was to make men pay for what their breed caused, and I wasn't going back on it.

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“Why have you forsaken me, my beloved?”

Brucha sent me a text with a touch of religious remarks, reminding me of church things. I wasn't interested in all that anymore. Not like I hated it, but I just wasn't interested. I stuck to church things as a routine when mum was alive. After she left, dad compelled me to do it as established by my mum. My dad wasn't all that religious, probably that was why he loved and married my mum. How could I have known he was a gay? Possible bad character men wanting a saintly Angel to wife. Crazy things!

I wasn't interested in giving Brucha a response. I probably might reply to him when the details of his text included “meet me at the same hotel, the same room.” Then I will have to look into it. That is my current lucrative business. He was definitely going to give me so much money.

“You are a beautiful baby, Lily. I want my first daughter to look exactly like you. With cat eyes and a good booty and nice body shape not concealed under xxl cloth. I want you to have my kids for me, pretty saint.” Brucha texted again.

Amusement passed through my brows as I read that. Nice words that made me want to dial his line. But the words would be more precious if they came from some cute man like Kalvin. The old Kalvin that was male.

Did Brucha imagine I was going to settle for an unfashionable man like him with no vibes to make a lady want him more. His only vibes was money, and that was all that kept me around him until now.

I flashed my phone a smile, smiling at the words he wrote. Somehow it made me crave a piece of him, but it has to go along with some newly printed bills as he had usually done.

“I kept seeing you in my dreams like you left your bed following me everywhere I went in my dreams. And I enjoyed your presence around me. That was all I wanted for the day. Businesses didn't matter with a fallen Angel with strangely exceptional beauty following me around. Could you do that during the day? I could pay for that.” Brucha bombarded me with messages.

What the heck !

Was that all he had to do today, sending me text after text. He didn't have work to do. What a brain buster ! Brucha wanted me to follow him around like I did in his dreams. Not me. It must have been a ghost who followed him everywhere he went. It couldn't be me without him giving me money in that dream. Except he didn't tell all the parts of the story. How I loved Brucha's money.

And here he hits the right button asking me to be in his company for a f*e. What would I tell him now? I queried myself.

It might appear to be money mongering if I asked him how much he would pay for that. I wanted a suitable indirect way to let him know I was interested in the last text.

That is a good business prospect.

“You can hang out with me or come to my house and make some food for me. If you will be my cook this afternoon, then my cook may have to go on break. I can't wait to see you again princess of girls.”

The hairs on my head rose up high into the air. So Brucha could talk like this. I thought he was just a total gentleman with religious styles. He could sweet talk a woman? It feels nice to know he could.

The ideal of coming to his house would be nice, but not having his cook on break. I am never going to do any cooking for him. I probably was going to lick my favorite sweet and have a bunch of quick money in my bag while leaving.

“I will see you in your house, Brucha. Text me your address. Take a good bath and get ready to be fucked to the point you resent sex.” I texted Brucha and undressed my clothes to use the shower.

I waited for his response but got nothing. That was his usual way of reacting naively to this kind of messages as if he was a boy or just some manservant in some Orthodox church. But whether he reacted positively or negatively was not going to change my plans. Brucha will fuck till he has bruises.