Bolu
I felt so unclean, low and stupid when he finally rolled off me, and began putting on his clothes hurriedly.
I was panting so hard from the marathon sex, and sweating profusely, trying to catch my breath from what just happened.
It was so hot and passionate, having sex with someone who clearly wanted me. I was able to be myself. Not where I was trying to please him. I had ride him like my life depended on it. It had been such a long time someone had turned me on like that. It was a good healthy sex. Where every part of me was kissed and worshiped. From the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet.
I was treated like a woman. A beautiful one at that. I felt so beautiful. Felt in charge.After giving me heads till I cummed, back at his office at the hospital, Dr Sylvester followed me to my hotel room for
AlexThe way she had looked at me, made guilt ate me up deeply on the inside. Made me feel all shades of bad. I felt terrible. And there was no way I could stop feeling that way. I never wished for any of that to happen. Although I knew I was going to end things between us one way or the other, but definitely not like this. She would think it was because of Mia I had been giving her the cold treatment all along. That was partially true, but I had been cold to everyone, myself inclusive all these while. I was just starting to be a little bit free, because of one certain female who had tried to force me out of my shell. Someone who had made me soft.I saw sadness in her eyes. Sadness at it's highest peak. I had never seen anyone looked that sad before. Just like I had crumpled her world under my feet.I saw disappointment. Like I had betrayed
Alex"I'm here to see Miss Bolu Afolabi, she checked into one of your rooms. Er...room 307 I assume." I informed the receptionist, with my hand on the counter.After I had left Mia's room and headed out of my house, I had drove one of my SUV cars to the Hotel where Bolu was. And currently, I was inside, and needed permission before I could go up to Bolu's room."Do hold on for a minute, while I speak with her on the phone." The blonde hair, green eyed receptionist had said, giving me a look before she carried the landline to call room 307 occupant.But there was no response. She threw me another look, then pressed the button to call again, until her eyes finally lit up, which read that the call had been picked by Bolu."Hello ma'am. There's someone here to see you, his name
Alex"I know it's because of her." Bolu growled. "I don't even know what you see in her. I have everything she doesn't have. Urgh! I hate her so much!" Bolu outcried. "What exactly did she do to you? What did she do for you to care for her this much? You have known me before her, I came first into your life." She choked out these words, with her hand fisted against her chest, like she was being stabbed there.And I face palmed. " She's the one I love, Bolu. And I want to be with her. I'm so sorry. That's why I even came here to apologise to you, so you could forgive me all the pains I've cause." I implored. "I'm really sorry fucking sorry, Bolu. So sorry that I couldn't reciprocate the feelings that you have for me. That I couldn't love you. I'm sorry for maltreating me. And all I ask is for your forgiveness.""I will never fo
AlexWhen I went home, I went straight to Mia's room to check up on her. She was asleep, looking as peaceful as a newly birthed kitten, with her hands at her side as she slept.I felt at sudden peace, while watching her skinny sleeping frame. It was just like a breath of fresh air. I didn't feel angry on frustrated anymore. It was like she was my saving grace.With my hand on the door knob, I stared at her for a while, admiring her soft and beautiful features. Then I close the door shut and headed straight to my room.While walking to my room, thoughts of Bolu were starting to come right up in my mind, but I shoved them away by thinking about Mia. I choose to think about Mia instead.On getting to my room, I changed into my pajamas pants, and white shirt.
AlexA knock on my door woke me up the following morning. It felt like I slept for just thirty minutes, because I could recall when I finally drifted to sleep in the early hours of this morning.I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm, stared at the time, and then saw that it was just 7:15AM. It was still to early for the servants to knock on my door, to come clean up my room. And this left me wondering if something had gone wrong.The knock came in again, and I yawned a little before permitting the door to be opened.I could hear a low feminine sigh, and then my door being pushed open on a gradual process.In came Mia. She was still in her pajamas, a white pajamas designed with tiny black polka dots. Her hair was disarrayed from sleep.Her fair skin glowed from the mor
MiaI had a terrible dream about Alex again. This time he was shot dead by Tunde Ibrahim, here in Houston, Galveston. The dream felt too real that when I woke up, I was sweating profusely and had tears on my cheeks. I had been crying while having the dream. It was such an horrible dream. A fucking one at that.After washing my face, I decided to head straight to Alex's room to go see him. I was feeling so sick on the inside, that I felt if could see his face, see that he was fine, I would feel better.I knocked on his door. There wasn't any response at first. It looked like he was still asleep. I waited for sometime, then knocked on his door again. Wondering if he was really inside. Because he had mentioned last night that he was off to somewhere. What if he hadn't returned in the night? Was he okay? Where was he?
MiaOh my God, I would do anything to taste his food again. He was even a better cook than his chefs. His food tasted more delicious. They couldn't even compare with him. It was now that I realized I had missed the taste of his food. Ever since his pancakes I had on that day he first kissed me, I hadn't had any of his food in my stomach."You can return late in the afternoon. I'm going to make use of the kitchen now." He ordered the kitchen staffa that were newly arriving.And they hurriedly moved out.I was glad he wanted to make breakfast for me."So, you want to fix me breakfast Jinsu?" I asked him, although I knew that was what he wanted to do. I could feel a smile on my lips.He didn't reply to my question, but picked up a strawberry
Mia"I bought you a dress." Was what Alex had announced, after he had barged into my room that afternoon. Looking as good as the devil. Clad in his usual all black. Black long sleeve shirt, black ripped jeans, black boots. And looked so tall and big in all the right places. He had a large lean body. It seemed that, whenever I clasped my eyes on him, he looked more better than before. Or maybe it was because I was developing feelings for him, that was why I could see him that way.He was holding a white paper bag, and had a flower on his other hand. Looking the absolute opposite of the man I had met two months ago."A dress, why?" I inquired, getting up from bed and advancing towards him. Why did he buy me a dress? What for exactly?I already had my wardrobe filled with the numerous clothes Kate had bought for me. I wouldn't be nee