My first night at the stranger’s house

Latifa POV

“Okay? Why don't you take me back to where am coming from if you are too mighty to be questioned like that and get your ass a wife too, pay me off and I will fucking leave your bushy evergreen forest called an estate? I don't like this” I purred out angrily.

“Haha, I never knew whores seek attention...Uhm..lovely”

he held my hand and walked me to the wall, with my back laid against it as he sniffed on me again, my heart started racing and I could feel the sweat proving its way beneath my shoe, and it began to slip. Just one more word from him and it will go down tonight.

“Not your way, Latifa, ..” Alastair said releasing me from his warmth and creamed skin “..You need to shower” he confessed. covering his face with both hands.

“OMG,” I gasped as I detached myself from him. I walked into a private space with my emotions at it again, all I needed, what to remind myself why I was there in the first place, If only this young, handsome man would stop messing with my brains. I left for the bathing room as a strong husky voice accompanied me immediately

“I will be waiting at the dining space if you are hungry”

I muted like a dummy for a while, startled, and continued with the bath, just then, a sharp thought came to my mind. Oh, I didn't come with any cloth for the few days am going to be spending, that was another thought that has been booming in my small mind throughout my bathing journey but when I was out of the bathroom, all I could see were some pieces of designer nightwear, skincare products, soft flat flip-flop laid on the bed.

“Oh shit, this is not my size” I got a white sleeveless fitted top and an oversized light Pink shot for a combination, I changed to my flip-flop slipper and strolled my way to some unknown compartment till I discover the dining room, I saw him seated with his hands crossed together and a glass of brownish liquor on the table, I guess he waited that long.

I held the pink shorts with my left hand as I count each step leading to him with my head bowed low.

“You lost your way down here, I know,” Alastair said boldly with his comforting eyes gazing through my night makeover, the nightwear, and the flip-flop smacking the floor.

He kept calm and didn't compliment me, I went for the second seat away from him and waited for the mini banquet. A nanny came through to dish the meal and the other chef standing aside with a bottle of several drinks,

“Which do you prefer,” he said directing his gestures toward the men with the bottle

After the meal, I took a glass of red wine to flush it all down.

“Nice meal,” I commented,

I was feeling myself and the whole scenario until one of his boys approached and whispered to him. He peeked at me, stood up, excused himself, and left the room to the entrance where a man dressed in a navy blue suit handed him an envelope as both exchanged handshakes.

“Follow me, Latifa” he ordered and walked past me and headed to the stairs which led to his big chamber, another room that has a different decoration which I doubt I have been earlier before the dinner, I could see his things lying around the room, windows situated at the rightfully places with a flawless white curtain floating by the wind direction. On the ceiling was an oversized two-tier crystal white chandelier emitting gleam.

“Have we been to this room?” I asked Alastair who in return didn't reply to me

It has already been a long day for me, all I needed was to catch some sleep and rest my head, not the attitude he was putting on. When it was made clear he wasn't gonna touch me tonight and If he can't sleep or couldn't sleep at least, I can.

I fell to the large bed instantly, grabbing as many pillows as I could.

“Aww, so soft and banging like my fat ass..” I dozed off on those words

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I heard the door slightly open, as slamming footage came after

“Good morning, Miss. Latifa,” he described, sipping from the mug which he carried as he continue talking “You sleep quite soft, like a baby” pulling the bed cover off

I could bet he slept thinking about something because he had sack bags surrounding his eye

“Good morning sir_ Alastair I mean,” I whimpered, stretching out hands up to the invisible air

“Dress up and be down for breakfast, don't be late Latifa,” he said in his deep voice, his dark eyes roaming within mine making me shy and uncomfortable. Beholding such a face first thing in the morning may have been a deal for him but they scared me. He dashed to my bed, venting a warm light kiss on my cheek as he was about to leave.

“Hey!” I shouted, “what will I be doing today?”

“Breakfast first,” he replied coldly and left without looking back

“Ok” I responded in his absence.

My first night in a stranger's house wasn't bad after all, mm-hmm, I thought as I searched for my cracked phone which I had placed under the pillow.

“Oh bad girl, I know she's gonna call me” I giggled, glancing at the unattended missed calls, three of them were from Wendy. I know what she had called for, she would start up with how her night went and also mine. My phone starts ringing again.

“Talk of the terror” I smiled behind the call “hello, shorty” I teased wendy over the phone and laughed so hard on hearing her deadly laughter cracking from the background.

“Why did I ever have to know the nasty part of you, wendy. Hope you made cool cash last night?” I replied, “this will be a talk of another day, I need to go for I'm still on duty with a stricken, zero patient men...oh yeah”

I just described Alastair who at the moment should be waiting for me in the dining room

“Yea, he is too bossy,” I chuckled, “ authoritarian? Hmm I think so too, I need the money and you know that” I kept replying

“Hell no, haha, he’s not my type, trust me....just a client, Wendy, I need to go” I hurried the call.

Alastair came in.

“Am not your type I assume” he startled me. standing by the doorpost as he observed the scene but he began again.

“I have been waiting, Latifa” he lamented, as he stretch out his right hand to me “let’s go for breakfast_you don't keep me waiting for long” he explained as we proceed.

“Sit close to me Latifa”

“And if I say no?”

“Is that what you want, Miss?”

The corner of his lips brighten up with a smart smile even tho I was becoming unnecessarily stubborn but yet he kept the smile that turns me on

“Alastair” I moaned, as this very urge crushed my emotions, the sensation in my belly increased leaving me with no option, I moved closer to him staring down at my plate and the plentiful amount of breakfast served on the wide table. I picked up my fork and knife and began slicing and feeding myself as my hands trembled.

Oh, holy cow. What am I getting myself into?

“Eat up” he ordered

I couldn't respond to that because I have a lot of food in my mouth but I could count how many times I had a piece of food from my spoon straight to my mouth.