Chris I smile at the reminder of my request weeks before, when we started our love affair. As her blue-rimmed brown eyes twinkle at me, I am overwhelmed by how beautiful she is.“All I want to do is shout from the roof tops that you’re mine, only mine,” I answer, lowering my head to kiss her, not minding the red imprint doing so will leave on my lips.Minutes later, after wearing our coats, I lead her out to my car, which I have had specially cleaned for the evening.“This must be really special for us to be going in the car!” she exclaims as I open the passenger door and help her in.“Special treatment for a special lady,” I answer with a wink, before walking over to my side of the car.It is a nineteen-minute drive to Park Lane, and we soon pull up in front of The Dorchester hotel. Holding her hand, we walk into the fine dining restaurant run by renown chef Alain Ducasse. Our three-course meal will cost me over £500, but it will be money well spent. After six weeks of pure bliss, I
AhanaThe largest bouquet of flowers is delivered to me in class that morning. As everyone oohs and aahs over the beautiful flowers, I am tickled pink by yet another Valentine’s Day surprise from Chris, feeling for the first time ever the butterflies and exhilaration of the romantic day. I never got anything more than a bottle of perfume from Aput, and even though I always sent him the same perfunctory gift of boxers, perfume, and a cake, that was as far as our Valentine’s Day celebration ever went. After our exchange of gifts, it was always back to normal with no added frills, as he believed it was a commercial holiday manufactured by socialists. So for me to be on the receiving end of yet another incredible romantic gesture, when I haven’t even recovered from the first one, completely blows my mind.Before I can stop her, Camila snatches the card from the bouquet.For each petal, I send a kiss . Chris , she reads aloud, before turning to me, a large grin on her face. “A keees?!” she
ChrisShe makes me feel like an excited schoolboy and I long to spend every second of every minute of every hour of every day with her. She has invaded my thoughts so much that it is a struggle to stay focused on anything else. And it isn't just about the sex.The conversations we have in our quiet moments are so deep and intense, she has made me comfortable enough to reveal things about myself I haven’t shared with anyone. And what makes it even more special is seeing in those light brown eyes the same feelings I have in my heart. She has bewitched me in every sense of the word… and I wouldn't have it any other way.It is soon Valentine’s Day and I love the way her eyes light up when, before she returns to her bedroom, I present her with an ornate earring and necklace jewellery set, in 24-carat white gold and set with a rainbow of precious stones.“Oh my goodness, Chris!” she gasps. “This is too much!”I smile as she continues to gape at her gift. If only she knew I would give her th
AhanaI see the sense in keeping things quiet, and not only because I also don’t want to confuse Muna. As much as I love this beautiful thing with Chris, I don't want it to jeopardise my job either, and having a Nanny slash Lover will be very hard for him to explain to anyone.For the first time in a week, I shower in the bathroom I share with Muna and dress up in my bedroom, to try to get back in the mind-set of staying there. Reaching for my cardigan, it smells so much like Chris, I close my eyes and inhale, a small smile playing on my lips. Keeping this a secret is not going to be as easy as we think. I reach for another cardigan and douse it in my body spray for good measure. It’s better not to take any chances.When I return downstairs, I see he has also showered and is wearing a smart polo shirt and cargo pants, a far cry from the t-shirts and pyjama bottoms he has lived in all week. The doorbell rings before I can say anything and when he looks at me, I am afraid to look at him
Ahana“I’ve never felt enough before,” I say, lying in his arms the next day. Time has become one endless continuum and I don't even know if it’s still morning, now afternoon or even evening. “With everyone I’ve ever been with, I’ve never felt enough. I’ve always felt like I’m the one being done a favour.”I look up at him, knowing this isn’t what I should be saying to him, especially not now. But in the newness of this thing I’m feeling, I am unable to help myself. He looks at me and it feels like I’m levitating.“I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do,” I say, not breaking our gaze. “I’ve never had anyone hold me the way I do.It's all so new… so new and wonderful… so new and enthralling and terrifying.”Chris Her exhilaration and fright mirror mine.“This is also new for me, and the intensity also scares the crap out of me.” I tilt up her chin. “But you’re more than enough, Ahana… and I can’t get enough of you.”And I truly can’t.We remain in our bubble for the rest of th
Chris As she holds my face, my injuries, and even my license, are the last thing on my mind. I hear nothing as she rattles on, intoxicated by her minty berry fragrance. I look at her full lips moving, glistening with their natural juices. My eyes drop to her snug cotton pyjamas, its top stopping a few inches before the bottom’s waistband, revealing a bit of her midriff. By the time my eyes return to her face, as those light brown eyes stare back at me, all I can think is how much I want her.AhanaI see his eyes skim my body and I’m uncertain about what I see in them. But by the time they return to my face, as they hold mine, I’m one hundred per cent sure.It is desire.Without a further thought, I throw my arms around him and kiss him.Chris I need no further promoting, grabbing her by the bottom as we kiss, her plump lips even juicier than I remember, my excitement heightened not just by months of anticipation, but by the feel of her supple body, by the eagerness with which she is