Alle Kapitel von Unspoken Pleasures : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

It was almost eleven. Elaine needed to get to work, and possibly resume duty. She shouldn't have come, waiting endlessly for a stranger who was toying with her. Elaine had met Gary on Tinder, and the two had sparked off vibes like they'd known each other forever. Their talking stage had stretched into a two-month affair until Elaine voiced out the prospect of them meeting. Gary had been hesitant at first, he enjoyed Elaine's company but he wasn't sure the time was suitable for them to meet. Elaine plunged on, stating how good they would look and painting scenes of them together. From the pictures posted online about himself, Elaine detected that Gary was wealthy and handsome. He was also kind based on his soothing words being said to her occasionally. So, she turned to her younger sister, Diane, hoping for some suitable advice. Diane had supported her view, that Gary could be a rich man who would fall in love with Elaine and their lives would turn around. Elaine flagged down an

Things had just happened in a flash. The stranger spilled the contents of her handbag, her previous dress fell out, a black pair of heels, a book, coupled with some crumpled sheets of paper and some wads of money which she intended giving her younger sister for her tuition f*e. He smirked, picking up the money, and thrusted her out of the car with her property. Elaine landed on the floor with her butt. She winced as pain embraced her to the top of her head. Staggering, Elaine gathered herself to her feet, dumbfounded on the pathway. Her mouth was unable to utter a word. She had been harassed, robbed, and thrown back to where she belonged. She wrenched her head back to the road hoping to catch a glimpse of his plate number but hazy smoke oozed from his tailpipe tailing behind him. She scoffed at herself. She had been a fool for trusting him. Bracing up against the need to spill tears, she picked up her scattered book, and dress and placed them into her Fendi bag. Kicking the sheets o

She had to play the part like she was grinding the groove. Her hands trailed down his rigid body, while she held his gaze. "Gary," she whispered. His eyes sought hers. She could feel his hardness as her hands sank lower. One of his hands grabbed her slithering hand. "You're not to touch me there," he huffed. "But you want me so much. Why meet me in such a place?" She was pissed, but she pulled herself up, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music that blared in the background. "Aren't we supposed to meet after all?" He didn't sound like the Mr. Nice guy. He was rude, condescending in a way, and only saw her for what she was; a stripper. "Can you take off your mask, Gary? We shouldn't be meeting like this?" She emphasized. "You've said that for the umpteenth time. Just dance, let me watch you." He said. There was something about his voice. It felt familiar in such a funny way yet different from what she'd known. His eyes were the familiar golden eyes she recalled f

He was doing it again, dressing and undressing before my window whenever he felt that I was home. And when he did that, I always find myself wet at the spectacular view of him. To the extent that I was touching myself. What had happened to my act of celibacy? I was so screwed. Then, I remembered that he had invited me over to his place. But how could I possibly go over to his place because I wanted him to fuck me? It sounded so insane but I knew that if I didn't do something about it, I was certainly going to lose my mind. I prepared some marsh potatoes, packaged one for him, and walked over to his gate. He opened up after I'd knocked then he arched his brows in surprise at me. "I prepared some marsh potatoes and thought to share some with you," I smiled. "Really?" He laughed, taking it from me. He was bare-chested, sweaty, and breathtaking as always. "I didn't expect to see you here," he added. "Were you expecting someone?" I asked, wondering why he was staring over my

"Does he kiss you like I do?" Poseidon asked the moment Darrell escaped from the room. I didn't like the way my heart thumped at such an absurd question, I didn't want to be in the same space as he. He didn't care about me, why does he seem to care about what I did with his brother? "Isn't that too rude of you to ask of me?" I tutted. He scoffed. "You never let me when we go down there, do you allow him such entrance?" He stepped close to me, meeting my gaze while his breath fanned my face. "You have no right to ask me such a rude question, now step out of my way," my breath was ragged before him. "Sonia?" He tilted my chin. My lips quivered making a slight parting, somehow, I craved his lips on mine. It had been ages since he last kissed me. I had a feeling that he did miss me as much as I did. But fury boiled within me, he was playing his cards right. He knew I still had lingering feelings for him, yet I was boxed with the thought of him having feelings for me. "Didn't