I laid back down, spread open my legs, slipped my hands down and parted my folds with them, showing him my wet opening.He looked at me for endless moments; our gazes trained on each other before he broke it and trailed his eyes down my body. The further he went, the darker his blue orbs got.He moved to the edge of the bed, and leaned into me, placing his hand next to me head. He used the other hand to wrap around neck and I whimpered when his gaze turned harsher and he tightened his hold a little.I had no clue why I found that so hot.He trailed that hand to my globes of my breast, trailed a finger around my areola and tugged hard on my nipple.My breathing came out as gasps and he locked his gaze on mine once again. "You want more?"I half-mewled my answer, "Yes."He got to work.Tugging and tweaking the hard points until I was soaking the sheet below me, and I was begging. I didn't know what I was pleading for. For him to stop or to make it hurt more, I had no fucking clue.He sl
The sound of the door shutting close jolted me awake.I woke up to find myself on the softest bed I had ever laid on in my twenty-one years of life.The black duvet was flung over the lower half of my body, and one of my ass cheeks was out on display since I was lying on my stomach with one of my leg arched high.I groaned as I struggled to open my eyes."Shit," I hissed. The light filtering into the room through the uncovered windows seemed way too bright for the morning.As my eyes adjusted to it, I made a quick perusal of the unfamiliar room and I groaned and closed my eyes as the memories of last night came flooding in.The dull ache in my head told me I'd had one too many drinks. With my eyes still closed, I took in a deep breath and his scent and the smell of sex filled my nostrils.I didn't believe in natural scents or pheromones until I scented his delicious essence. And right now? I wanted to breathe and live in it.The smell of sex reminded me of the night before.Of how he
"What?" Dee shrieked. Her smile dropped from her face as she stared. She leaned across the wooden table and snatched the small phone from my hands.The more she read, the wider her eyes got. "What the hell?" She muttered, "Why? They gave no reason whatsoever."I stopped listening to whatever she said after that.I was struggling to get a hold of myself.Working at the Cafe barely settled all of my needs, but it did get some of them out of the way.I stopped working at the bar a long time ago, and after having Estelle I got a job at the Cafe to settle some things.I dealt with the smaller bills from the money my Grandma sent to me.I didn't realize tears were already streaming out of my face until Dee whispered, "Aw, don't cry Kay-Kay. I'm sure they have a reason for letting you go." She reached over to grab my hands before saying, "Let's go there right now. I'm sure old Maggy wouldn't intentionally hurt you."I looked at her, past the blurriness of my eyes. "I-I don't know where to go
A knock resounded on my wooden door the next day, and I groaned. I already knew who it was without looking through the tiny peephole in the middle of the door."Kayla," My grandma said as soon as I opened the door.She stepped into my tiny apartment before I could say anything and walked past me. Her Dior Dioriviera wafted through the air as she did."Good morning, Grandma." I greeted her. I walked past where she was standing in the middle of my small living room and walked into the kitchen. "What can I offer you?"She walked into the kitchen, and Estelle, who was sitting on her high chair, squealed as soon as she set her eyes on her. "Gigi!" The cooked oats she scooped into her spoon fell off as her body shook with joy."Hey, munchkin," Grandma immediately rushed to Estelle. She peppered kisses all over face while whispering, "I've missed so much, and it's not even twenty-four hours yet." She shot an accusing glance at me. "Your mama here doesn't want us to have proper bonding time."
After calling her twice with no response, I sent her a text telling her I needed her to call me as soon as she got access to her phone. Then I dropped my phone and moved to clean the house. I did the dishes, vacuumed the living room, and room then I went into the bathroom to clean it. By the time it was twelve-noon, I checked on Estelle to find her still asleep. Thankfully, I gave her a bath immediately after she woke up, so there wasn't any need to wake her up again. I picked up the dirty clothes and walked downstairs to use the washing machine. There I met my old neighbor, Mrs. Winfield, who was living across my door. She was folding a heap of clothes that I was guessing were her laundry. I begged her to help me watch over Estelle while I ran an errand to the grocery store to get things I would need to make lunch. And with great enthusiasm, she agreed to it without any protest. "Of course, Kayla! Anytime you're leaving, give me a call and I'll be right out, sweetie." I gave
The next day, the first text I saw when I checked my phone was from Dee and I frowned. Dress up and come over now! We need to go shopping; it said. I had no idea why we had to go shopping, and I told her so. Bubbles appeared on my phone screen, showing she read the text, and she was typing back. And when her text came, my breath ceased. BECAUSE YOU GOT THE JOB, SILLY! Was written boldly and on all caps on my screen. WHATTT???! I texted back and my body felt light from the excitement I was feeling. I quickly sent another text before she could respond; Why didn't you say so at first? You have no idea how happy I am. Thank you so much, Dee. You're the best girl ever! Her next came through; Don't thank me yet, Kay. Come over so I can give you more details and we can shop at the mall for your first day tomorrow. With a huge grin on my face, I squealed, and Estelle, who was on my bed now fully awake, giggled. I scooped her up, rubbing my nose with hers. "Mama just got a new job. Tha
I tried to keep my composure. I really did. But then I took him in and I lost all the composure I had gathered. With his ruffled hair and suit that stretched on his muscles, he still looked as sexy as ever. "Miss Kayla. Please take a seat." He nodded to the sleek leather chairs across from his desk. I shivered again. His voice was something I could never forget, not in a lifetime. And it made me recall the throes of passion we had the night we spent together. How good he made me feel, how hard he made me orgasm, and how sore I was the next day. I looked at him; he was staring at me and I waited for some sort of, I don't know, recognition to flicker in his gaze. Or shock to show on his face, which I was sure was very noticeable on mine. But nothing came. He looked like he had never seen me before. Was his memory that bad? Because I knew I had eyes that would take time before it slipped through his memory. He said so himself. I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say so
I quickly followed Gabriel out of his office, and just like before, my nerves were taking a hold of me. Gabriel's home was huge. The penthouse we fucked in suddenly flashed before my eyes, and I huffed a laugh. There I was thinking the penthouse was his actual home, whereas it was fuck pad. I suddenly felt like one of the numerous ladies he took there. I shook my head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts. What the hell was I thinking? Of course, I was one of those ladies. Cue, another huff of laughter. I followed him up to the right part of the foyer; we passed the huge a huge living room and the dining area. As we walked further, I heard a voice coming from what was beginning to look like the entrance of the kitchen. We stepped into the kitchen, and although I was in the kitchen with him, his broad shoulders blocked my view, and I frowned. As if sensing my displeasure, he moved to the side, and I finally saw Michelle and Mrs. Vee. Michelle was in a baby blue flowery top an