Secrets

Naomi wiped away her tears in anger, what the hell came over her?!

Her heart ached like it had when she lost her father. The sight of Amanda with Damon made her furious, furious to the point of anger and to tears..

Why?

Naomi sat down on the bed, callimg the terrible words Amanda had said to her back at the company. She shuts her eyes, what if she's right?

What if those two are working together? Damon and Amanda?

Naomi shook her head, why would they be working together? She had nothing in her father's name to the best of her knowledge. Her father's greedy brothers and sister took everything..

She grabs her phone, dialling Soonie’s number for a video call. If there's anyone who would help her figure out her feelings, it would be Soonie.

“Hey! I was just about to call you. What's up? I got your text and..”

“Amanda showed up at the company today.”

Soonies face darkened. “What?! You didn't mention that in your text. You said you were so mad..”

Naomi ran her fingers through her hair, trying hard to control her breathing as she paced the room.

“How did she find out where you work? You didn't tell her where you worked, did you?”

“Of course I didn't! Why the hell would I?” Naomi snapped, yanking off her top and tossing it to the other side of the room.

“Nothing good ever comes from that witch popping into your life. What did she say?”

“She…” Naomi chuckled. “Threatened me. She told me she wouldn't mind ‘sharing’ Damon with me! The nerve of that…urghhhh”

“Woah.” Soonie muttered.

“And she was there to see Damon. And it seems they were close enough for him to give her a bloody ride!”

“Goodness, I'm so mad right now!” Naomi sniffs, pacing her room, her hands on her waist. Hell, she couldn't even put on proper clothes before calling Soonie and ranting.

“What are you mad about exactly? The fact that he gave Amanda a ride or that you think something happened between them?” Soonie asked, her eyes fixed on Naomi's face intensely.

“I'm not upset because he gave her a ride!”

“So you're assuming something is going on between them with no proof whatsoever? Look, I don't like Damon Sinclair for any reason, but you're getting worked up over something so little.”

“It's not little! You know what my relationship with Amanda has always been like! She's always wanted everything and anything that's mine!”

Naomi gasped, realization dawning on her. She cried not because she was mad about Amanda always taking from her, she was scared. Scared that she might take Damon away like everything she had taken from her…

Soonie went silent. “What's yours. You're talking Damon. You like him don't you?”

Naomi froze, her words echoing in her mind in a way she refuses to admit.

“I'm married to him. I'm here because I want to make this work, you know that.”

“Oh,” Soonie muttered, her eyes averting away from the screen.

“I don't want to believe they are working together. I can't…picture it.”

“You already made up your mind, why did you call me then?”

Naomi glanced at the screen, a small laugh of disbelief escaped her. “I..I just needed someone to talk to. Look, I know you don't like Damon but we both know why I'm here.”

“You're with a man who doesn't want you. You're trying to make this work when he clearly doesn't want you.”

“Soonie..” Naomi called, her voice laced with confusion.

“I'm sorry..I..I wasn't thinking.”

“I'll have to go now.” Naomi said simply, her brows furrowed. She could understand her frustrations but this?

“Naomi…I'm really sorry. I…I just can't get past the fact that he's been absent all these years!”

Naomi nodded, but her eyes twitched. “I have a lot of work to attend to tomorrow, so I should get some rest.”

Soonie sighed. “Just call me okay?”

Naomi nodded and ended the call.

< Soonie’s House >

Soonie tossed her phone to the ground, screaming and tugging at her hair in anger. Her body vibrated with rage and her eyes furrowed in anger as she trashed her room, clawing at her own hair and skin, screaming.

Her room was a mess after her tantrum, cosmetics all on the floor, the mirror on her dresser smashed and her pillows torn with fiber flying everywhere.

She exhaled, her expression gradually changing on seeing a picture she took with Naomi on the floor.

“No…”

She picks it up in a hurry, dusting off the dirt on it with her clothes. She gave a manic smile, sitting down on her bedside drawer slowly like a rare artifact.

Across her bed is a picture of another Naomi and Damon , a picture she took without either of their knowledge.

She approaches it, a frown on her face. “Mine!” She taps Damon's face with her index finger vigorously. “Not yours! Mine!”

Soonie smiles and lays down on her bed slowly, her eyes fixed on the picture. She pulls off her top slowly like she was putting up a show for the people in the picture, caressing her breast slowly and moaning softly. She squeezed her nipples gently, arching back on her bed as her second hand slipped into her panties which was soaked.

She yanks it to the side, her eyes staring at the picture dreamily as she pleasures herself, moving her fingers in slow tortuous motion over her clit.

She wanted to make this moment last for as long as it possibly could, her eyes still fixed on the picture.

“Fuck..” She muttered, her finger moving around even faster as she neared her climax.

“Mine! Mine to touch! Mine to feel! Mine to pleasure! Mine! Mine!” She muttered as her legs shook from sheer delight.

She came all over her bedsheets and collapsed on the bed, and a smile on her face as her body hummed with bliss.

She got up, sliding her fingers through her cum and smearing it all over Damon's face in the picture, a manic smile plastered on her face.

“Mine..” She muttered.