02: An Unexpected Invite

"You'll be fucking death of me." Devon muttered, standing up and moving towards Collen who sat adjacent to him.

He leaned down and kissed her softly. He couldn't get enough of her. With every suck, nibble and gentle bite of her lips, it felt like he was just beginning to have a taste. Moving his lips to her neck, Devon peppered kisses down her neck.

Collen's soft moans filled the air. She circled her hands across his neck and sighed dreamily. It felt too good to be real. But that was her daily escapade with this hot, fucking rich man beside her.

She felt her weight on the air when he lifted her off the chair and placed her on top of the tempered glass table, just beside her plate.

The dimly lit room had already set everything in place. She had always fantasized making love to him in a dark room illuminated by nicely scented candles. But she never said a word about to him.

Collen broke the kiss, reaching for the plate beside her. She took a spoon of baked rice and sauce and fed it to Devon who groaned and chewed impatiently. He leaned to claim her addictive lips once more but she repeated the same action of feeding him.

Not bearing her teases again, he gently took the spoon from her and pushed the plate away, not minding if it fell off the table. Then he slammed his lips on hers and it was slow, nothing like how you'd imagine it. For their souls were insatiable.

Carrying her up from the table, Collen perceived he wanted to take her to the bedroom so she tapped his shoulders severally.

"Here," She muttered.

She wanted it here.

Watching as he weighed within him if the table was strong enough, a smile crossed her lips when he carried back to the table and gently placed her on it. Her eyes fell and lingered on the bottle of massage oil in his hands. In cue, Devon removed the cap and she subtly turned.

Her breasts were pressed against the table, the thin layer of bikini she was clad in wasn't helping. She felt a warm liquid on her back. His hands moving mechanically on her back, rubbing it in as she moaned and wreathed endlessly under his skilled touch.

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The clicks of her heels against the tiled ground as she walked through the entrance door, filled the air. Collen wondered if her elder sister was around so she stopped by at the kitchen and the aroma of chicken broth wafted into her nose.

Excitement filled her being. She loved Chicken broth as much as Ayra did.

"Heyyy, Bitch. I'm back." They had a peculiar way of greeting each other.

They had always clicked since childhood which was why though they were both accomplished in life as successful women, they decided to live together till they get married.

"Lucky fox! The chicken broth is ready." Ayra turned with a wide smile on her face.

It was of great happiness to Collen seeing her elder sister happy. After getting heartbroken by five different men who had no pure intentions of taking her to the alter, Ayra had given up on love. But things changed few months ago when she got engaged to the man who proved to be different since the first time the duo met. Which was approximately a year and three months ago.

Dishing out their food in a small soup bowl, Ayra sat down beside Collen on the kitchen bar stool as they began eating.

"S-Shit!" Ayra screamed almost choking on the meat in her mouth as she stood up and rushed to the sink where she rinsed her hands.

Collen turned with furrowed brows. "What? Are you okay?"

"I almost forgot about Amira's engagement party. Fuck. It must have started." Ayra retorted, drying her hands with the peach kitchen towel.

Gasping, Collen hurried her sister to leave. "I'll clean up after eating. Go dress up, sis."

She nodded as Ayra muttered words of gratitude to her before dashing out of the kitchen. Taking her time, Collen enjoyed the delicious Chicken broth before her before clearing the table and proceeding to wash the dishes.

Midway in the dishes she was washing, the sound of her ringtone filled the air. Collen walked towards the countertop where her bag was sitting on. It was Ayra calling. Grabbing the kitchen towel, she dried her hands and left for her sister's room.

"Bitch, I'm coming inside." She stated, pushing open the room door.

Sitted there on her vanity table was Ayra donning a blue satin maxi dress with the crystal drop earrings she got her a few days ago. And right there on the vanity table was a glittery clutch, she assumed her sister intended to use for the engagement party. But one thing was off.

Ayra's hair was a tangled mess. It showed her multiple vain attempt to style her hair. Collen chuckled at the funny sight before her. She imagined Ayra leaving for the engagement party this way. Eventually standing behind her, she neatly styled Ayra's hair into a French braid.

"Collen," Her sister called, staring at her from the mirror at the vanity table.

"You don't like the style? Do you prefer messy curls?"

"Don't be ridiculous, It's the very best. I- I know you're not in the best of terms with Amira but could you... come along?" Ayra asked with hopeful eyes.

There was a brief silence.

"I didn't want to ask you this but Mike would be there. There's nothing I can do, Amira was there for me. So it would only be fair that I turn up for her too." Ayra added nervously.

Mike was her last ex before she found the one for her. And the twist there was the fact that he was Amira's husband's best friend. So there was no damn way they wouldn't meet each other at the engagement party.

"It's alright. You owe me one." Collen said with a casual shrug.

She knew Amira had asked Ayra not to bother coming for her engagement party if she couldn't deal with meeting Mike. But of course, her sister didn't want to be absent on such important day of her best friend's life.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you so much, Col."

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Going through her wardrobe, she was torn thinking about what to wear. She already knew what she wanted to look like and what vibe she was going to serve at the engagement party but the perfect dress was something she was yet to find.

Suddenly she caught sight of a long black gown with a feathery neckline. She shouldn't be dressed in something like this today but she would. A smile broke out of her lips as she laid hold on the dress and tried it on.

It was her perfect fit. There was a slit running from her legs up to her thighs, exposing its fairness. The gown had an adjustable spaghetti strap which she loved.

Collen walked towards the long mirror hanging on the wall adjacent to her bed. She knew she looked dazzling with the 18 karat gold chain-line choker, hoop earrings and sapphire tennis necklace she had put on.

She gazed for a moment into the mirror and wondered how her morals at the engagement party would be. She wanted his cold and alluring body. She wanted to see lust and desire in those enchanting green eyes of his when she storms there. And for him to hold the length of her hair and bend her body under his.

She chuckled darkly, narrowing her eyes as she twirled around and cracked her knuckles. She couldn't wait to fulfill the diverse mischief that filled her being tonight.