Chapter 8

Silas’s POV

All along I was watching her, I saw everything she did, I was on the top floor of my office building, which was opposite the place the coffee shop girl found the little boy, I starred blankly at her.

What was this woman made of?

I watched as she sat beside the boy like she had known him for a long time, she made the boy feel special.

I knew without doubt that she just spent the money I paid her on feeding an homeless boy. It didn't bother me, it surprised me. I discovered she had another quality asides being foolish, she was a kind hearted human being.

It's still seems stupid that she rejected my offer, I was addicted to her coffee and without it, my day would be total wreck.

Does she love her home so much or is she just being gullible?

Her family hates her, I knew that right from the time I saw her mother humiliate her at the coffee shop. When I saw her younger sister do it too, I knew she was doomed.

I didn't ask for her reasons, she had the right to make her decisions, she would deal with the consequences all by herself, sure no one is going to assist her.

I was waiting for Jennie, who came to meet me at the roof top, she was rather late but she was all made up, dressed in a short mini gown, her cleavage exposed from her V neck-line, her tall heels was almost making her my height.

“You asked for me” she said in a seductive manner, biting her index finger.

“Strip” I commanded, she did as she was told, she was eager for me to fuck her.

She took off her clothes slowly, it was pissing me off, does she think she can seduce me?

“Don't waste my time”

She then hurried and came over to me, she took off my clothes too. I stopped her hands from pulling down my pants completely, she gets to take off all her clothes, not me.

“Get on all fours”

“Hum… Silas… We could try someth…” 

“Should I fuck you or not?” I asked sternly. Jennie has this habit of wanting a foreplay, I don't do foreplays, I get to the real business.

“Fuck me” She got on all fours, revealing her slightly hairy pussy to me, she had a round ass and I liked that.

I wore a condom and thrusted into her in one smooth stroke, my dick fits in her pussy perfectly.

“Ahh…fuck” she moaned.

I squeezed her juicy boobs with one hand and I spanked her ass with the other. I kept on thrusting into her harshly, our bodies made a loud sound at every thrust.

“Harder… I am your whore… fuck me harder” she screamed. The thick hair filled with the scent of our arousal.

I fucked her roughly and tirelessly till she came. I turned her over and fucked her missionary style, chasing my own release.

She was at my mercy, pleading hard. I carried her and slammed her into the wall, banging her roughly, my office was soundproof, no one could hear her screams.

“Humph” I groaned as I released.

She smile naughtily at me after we got done.

“Thank you” she muttered, she wore her clothes quickly and left my office.

As I drove home, the thought of the woman who made me regard all women as toys came into my mind. She caused all this, she is the reason my heart seems like stone.

Anytime she comes into my mind, my mood changes instantly, she was the root cause of all my problems.

I cooled off my body with a cold shower as soon as I got home, a flash image of that coffee shop girl appeared in my head. 

She is different something rang inside my mind, no that can't be true, she only seems to be different because she is in a terrible condition. Once she gets things wrapped around her fingers, she would get her revenge, they are all the same, no changes.

They are all just whores who are only good for warming the bed, whores who needed to be taught lessons.