Chapter 4

4

ANOTHER NIGHT OF LUST

I came back home with loads of thoughts in my mind. Seriously, I hadn't listened to anything the pastor preached.

My mind only was bugged with many things about Brucha. How did he get to meet me again ? What did he come to the church area to do? Was that his area of residence or something?

He looked far better and younger than the night we met. Perhaps it was because of his change of attire. He looked smarter today, but nothing compared to Kova.

I have made up my mind to snap both of them off my life while it's not late.

I wondered why Brucha sent me such an inviting text after a night that was a mistake. I don't feel like I want to go back to him, but making me inquisitive is the contrast of him courageously picking me up to a hotel, and there after behaving like he was the pastor who preached only salvation messages and didn't fancy going in-between thighs with a woman that is not his wife.

I headed to the kitchen to make myself something to eat first before stamping a decision on whether I was going to see him or not.

My mobile phone began to ring, it was a strange number.

“Lily.” The voice said in a most relaxed tone. I don’t think I have heard my name in such a glorious baritone before. As lanky as Brucha was, I imagine hearing a child-like tone in his voice. This thick voice actually sounded bigger than his size. In my opinion, it's a tone for physically massive men.

“Hey, who?” I said impatiently on the phone, pretending not to know who it was.

“Brucha. Will you honor my invitation tonight, Lily?” He asked in a manner difficult to reject the offer.

“I’m not sure. Just got back home. I…”

I quitted the next thing I wanted to say. I wanted to mention that I just got back from church, but no, I don't want him to perceive me as a church girl, not with all the waywardness I displayed with him versus a probability of the next one loading in my mind. I don't think I want to see him, but if I do, it's going to be a sheer wayward night.

“Why are you not sure?”

“I am still busy.”

“Okay. So what if I come to pick you from your location whenever you are done?” He offered.

That was a bad idea. Coming to pick me from my street was a damn bad idea. He was far older, and I don’t feel very comfortable being seen with a very older male.

“I don't think I want that.” I countered curtly.

“What are you busy with?”

“I want to make dinner and take my bath.”

“Oh..You will have your dinner here. Then you can just take your bath here too.”

I can have my dinner in the hotel, sure, but not take my bath there with him staring at everything. Even though he has seen them before, it seems to me that he hasn't, or maybe he saw a frustrated version. I was only out of my senses then.

“I don't know. Let me see.” I said and hung up.

He didn't call back as I knew he wouldn't. He wasn't always persuasive and it makes me want him more. I want to bring him to an irrevocable state of craving for me.

The time was 10:05pm and Brucha hadn't called. I kept checking my phone to know if there was a time he called and perhaps I was far off. There wasn't his call yet. I can't believe I'm waiting for Brucha’s call like Visa.

It's happening to me like a charm. I’m obviously waiting for his call and it displeases me that I am, but I seemingly can't help it.

I felt like picking my phone up and calling him, but it hurts my little woman's pride to do that. I mean, he just deflowered me, so he should be caring enough to keep on pushing for my attention even if I resist him.

I can't actually call him by myself. The more I waited, the most I missed him. The only thing I felt I had to do now to snap him off my mind and maybe not have to be expecting his calls was to put off my mobile phone.

That was a powerful idea that just flew into my mind like a bird. It hurt me to do it though, but that was all I could do right now to help myself.

I came back to my phone where I laid it on the top of the center table. My hand was still on the power button when it began to ring again.

I can't believe I just started smiling widely like a stupid girl that just received her first ever kiss.

No, I am not stupid. Mr Brucha is the one very stupid. Yea, he is stupid for staying all this long before calling a lady he invited somewhere.

I kept smiling on the phone as it rang.

****

I got to the hotel while Brucha sat on the half lorn in the room seeing the news discussed on the TV set. I ran my eyes on everything in the room in one glance.

“Hi” Brucha said standing to help me sit somewhere as though I wasn't capable of finding myself a seat. How men treat women when they are new in their life.

“Hi Mr Brucha.” I responded allowing him to take me to a seat beside him.

Just then I felt like a smaller girl in such a treatment. I felt like I was even his last daughter. Was it the man I covered his length with my mouth the other night? It's crazy.

Silly pictures of the other day flew into my head like homeless birds looking where to perch.

I tried to reassure myself that I was in control, and I wasn't any small girl. Never !

I was the one who compelled him to do what he should do. I am still that person, and he is still probably the coy sugar daddy he was.

“It took you time to be here, sweet.” Brucha said, forcing out some confidence as if he knew he wasn't manly enough the other day.

“I had a lot on my neck.” I said saintly.

Brucha sat beside me like we were siblings or father and daughter. There was no sign of sensual connection between us.

Is this always how he behaved or he did that just in front of a beautiful girl?

“Alright dear,” he said. “ What will you have for dinner?” He turned slightly to me.

I hesitated. “Fried chicken, and just anything meats.” I mustered courage to say. I had dinner at home before coming out. So to crown it with animals was the best option.

“Alright..” he said and went to the phone. He said the same thing I said to them on the phone and returned back to his seat.

This time his body was attached to mine, causing my breath to hitch. The feelings I carefully avoided finding way into my skin. I felt a sudden compulsion to adjust from him as I did when I wasn't tasted, but it's needless. The feeling was inevitable if this night would go well.

The previous time, I did what I did senselessly. But not today. I was very intentional, and was going to have my last time with him.

Brucha was going to come in contact with all the evil that had laid dormant in me for years, I assured myself.

Our body tensed in the close proximity as he commented on the show played on the TV. I wasn't listening either. Filthy thoughts poured from my filthy mind.

“Why did you call me here, Brucha?” I spoke out.

He forced a smile, staring at me. “If I should answer it, I want us to have a talk.”

“What talk sir? Go on!” I said, struggling with a growing feeling to turn to him for a deep kiss.

Brucha was a cute man, but not the type that particularly tears my feelings apart when I set my eyes on them. But his gentle personality was in the picture for what I wanted in a man.

“You will have your dinner and take your bath, then I will begin to talk.”

Somehow I was already feeling dizzy, and I know I might sleep off soon, leaving mission x uncompleted.

My skin was already craving for a touch. I needed to be touched. I needed a manly hand to fumble every part of me and make my sultry flesh tremble lustfully.

I stood from the seat and just about to do what I didn't want initially. I never wanted to get into the bathroom, having him staring at my things. But coming here, the underlying playing as I knew it would.

Only my virginity had helped me this far, but now it is gone.

I had already taken a bath at home, but doing it again will smoothen my scope to do my things fast and get a good sleep tonight. I needed to burn some steam if I wanted to get a good sleep.

I turned my back to Brucha and said, “Help me unbutton my shirt, Brucha.” I had on a designer shirt with the buttons at the back. I could put it off my body by pulling it out through my head, but I wanted Brucha to play a role in the seduction that was meant for him.