All Chapters of His Ethical Slut: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Omarion was confused. His maid was just blabbing on and on. He couldn’t even place a finger on why she was seriously defending Isis. “What the hell is this old woman saying? Does she even know Isis well?” Omarion thought to himself amidst Madam Louisiana’s blabbing. “I went to her house to check on her and found out that her dumb boyfriend broke up with her for reasons I know nothing about. How is this fault? First, Isis blamed me for her predicament and I had nothing to do with it. She caught her boyfriend red-handed fucking some girl which is none of my damn business!” Omarion thought. He heaved a sigh as Madam Louisiana’s voice kept going higher and higher. “I asked for sex yeah but the girl turned me down. When she accepted, we did not have sex at all. We did not. So, why is this fault? Why is everything Omarion’s fault?” he thought. “You have to tell me why you provoked that girl to leave your company” Madam Louisiana’s voice sank into his ears. He was fed up. “I did not make he

Omarion’s eyes twinkled when Isis finished talking. “Could this be Isis? - The same adamant lady who had vowed never to have anything to do with him?” Omarion thought. He could not believe the reality that he wasn’t the one asking for what he had yearned for rather, it was Isis that made a move. Omarion sucked his lower lip as a slitter of happiness gripped his entire body-from his feet to his stomach…he could feel rumbles and bubbles…it was so pleasant that he could not wait to finally devour Isis Talon. His eyes were still fixated on her body which he could not seem to take off his head.She was all he admired at the moment…all he wanted to touch, feel and rip…Omarion felt this beautiful sensation that got him to cloud nine. His imaginations were coming to fruition…his notion that no lady would ever refuse him was becoming an achievable feat. Isis was not saying anything again. Omarion was lost in the admiration of her shaped body. He could see himself squeezing…ripping the dress o

Isis got home exhausted and worn out from a long day. Her legs and body were so weak that she nearly fell when she raised her feet to walk. In fact, she had to remove her stiletto heels as soon as she arrived home. With her bag in one hand and the shoes in the other, Isis placed her back on the door turned the door knob using her ass the pushed the door and it flung open. Thank goodness! Phoenix was home. How she would have stressed herself to unlock the door made her sigh. The sweet aroma of food filled the room when she got in. Phoenix must be preparing some delicious stuff as usual. Isis staggered to their room and fell on the bed with her face inside the pillow. She was really stressed. “That was one hell of a day!” Isis groaned and sluggishly rose to her feet. She picked up her heels and bag then placed them bag neatly where they belonged. She did not want Phoenix to complain. After that, she went straight to the shower and freshened up. While freshening up, Isis couldn’t take

Omarion got home excited and unusually elated. “Welcome back, boss” one of his bodyguards greeted. “How is it going, buddy?” Omarion responded. The bodyguard was shocked to his bone marrow. This was the first time in his entire life that Omarion was responding to his greeting with such gladness. He as speechless as Omarion patted his shoulder and headed to the living room. When he got in, Omarion dropped his coat on the largest couch in the room and headed to get a drink. He was so happy. His insides were tickling and a cold sensation grasped his breath making him rub his chest in excitement. “Madam Louisiana…I’m home…” he said at the loudest pitch of his voice. The old lady was amazed when she heard Omarion’s voice. “Is this some kind of joke? Omarion is calling me? Good heavens! I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a bad day” she thought. Madam Louisiana dropped the dishes and turned off the tap. Then she headed to meet her boss who lay on the couch as he sipped from a glass in his h

Omarion gazed at Isis from her head down her toes. Then, he yelled out Rachael’s name. “Racheal!” Isis couldn’t move an inch. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Omarion grabbed the telephone on the table and put a call through to Racheal. “Sir?” her tiny voice responded from the other end of the call. “To my office, now!” he shouted. Racheal must have moved the phone away from her ear as soon as he spoke because his voice was loud and sunk into the ear in the most unpleasant manner that could block one’s eardrums and confine him or her to a lifetime of deafness. In a couple of seconds, the door was opened and Racheal stepped in. Isis took a few steps aside as Racheal nearly pushed her down to the floor. “Sir Omarion…you called me” she said. Omarion was even more furious. Racheal was well aware of the reason why he had called as soon as she saw Isis but pretended not to have a clue. She faked a smile which she flashed at her boss. His face was blank. Racheal sucked in her fake smile as