All Chapters of Wet Nights : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Shemika“Have a seat.” The woman muttered as she gestured towards the chair that was opposite the dressing mirror.I didn't hesitate before sitting down. The dressing table opposite me was filled with different kinds of brushes, lipsticks, curling irons, face paints, and other multiple makeup items.The silent chatter of other dressers filled the air, blurring away the background music playing from the TV.I glanced at Dom through the mirror and I saw him seated just close to the entrance door. I've no idea if he was waiting for me or not.Without saying a word, the dresser began to utter my look. Her hands moved softly on my face, with clinical precision.She layered my lips with a fitting color of lipstick, and changed my hairstyle into a brown colored waterfall wave-style that danced down my back.The moment she was done, I could barely recognize myself.The dresser gave me one last look as if she was looking for mistakes on face, but then she smiled and said, “Good!” She went int

Shemika Wet sounds filled the room—sounds of his tongue sucking and mopping my pussy, and the rough moan that tore out of my throat.He did this with a maddening rhythm, and to be honest, it was sinful but delicious.One of his hands went for my thigh and he gripped it apart, widening my legs the more.He also used the chance to steady my trembling thigh as he licked my wetness.His other hand slid up to my chest and he began to roll my nipples playfully between his fingers.I couldn't help myself anymore so I pinched into his scalp, gripping onto a handful of his hair as my mouth flew open and desperate gasps escaped my lips.“Fuck, don't…don't stop,” I moaned as pleasure filled my stomach like a firework about to explode.He wasn't just sucking and stinging me, he also took his time to explore my folds. How the hell is he able to do both at the same time?He didn't stop teasing my breast while he continued to eat me out. It was as if he wants to rip my pussy off from my skin.I bet

Shemika Pleasure flooded me like electricity on wet skin. Fuck, he is hitting me right on my G-spot. Ronald smirked and spanked my ass delightfully. Then his hand traveled to my hair and he fisted his fingers into my scalp, gripping onto the very root of my hair.Without warning, he pulled my hair backward and made me bend my neck back at him, and he began to kiss me while still riding me.This wasn't my best position, plus it's very stressful. He's fucking me from behind, but he still has the gut to force my head back at him just so he could taste my lips.If I wasn't careful, I could have broke my neck, but hell, I'm used to all of these, so I'm just flexible enough to freestyle for himAfter all, it's also making me feel good.He let go of my mouth and I tilted my head forward with a sharp exhale.Then he gently guided my body against his skin, positioning my thighs so they spread wider than they currently are right now.“Shit…use me please.” I moaned and the moment he rammed bac

BishopMy words seemed to have annoyed Ronald, so he scoffed and leaned back silently, his fingertips playing gentle beats on the table.“Eight percent, yeah, which still makes me a partner.” Ronald argued, an annoyed smirk jingling at the corner of his lips.Ronald is always like this, he makes it look as if he's part of the foundation. But the bitter truth is that he came into the picture when everything was set already, when the storm was over, and the battle has been won.As far as I'm concerned, I know the people who fought for Wet Nights, and I know the people that deserve the crown. And as for Ronald, I think I'll have to deal with him myself.“Are you saying, I'm not a partner? We built this place from scratch, man, have you forgotten?” Ronald boasted, his eyes wide open in disbelief.“We didn't build anything, Ronald. You showed up after the walls were already standing.” I mumbled softly, my voice was still calm, compared to Ronald's.“Oh…is that how it goes now?” Ronald's vo

ShemikaBishop pulled a single file out from the stack, “Once you sign this contract, you're legally bound to Wet Nights Club.” He repeated again, his voice cold and clear as if he was trying to warn me against it.I didn't flinch about it, I simply agreed to sign the papers.“Press down that button on the table and say your full name out.” he instructed, his voice was firm and didactic.My eyes immediately darted back to the desk before me, and I sighted the blue button on the left hand side of the table. I pressed it down and blurted out my full name without flinching.The botton made a ping sound as if it recorded what I just said.“Shemika Jones, you hereby represent your image, and you follow our rules. You're under my protection…and ownership…” Bishop was reading out the contents from the file, but he wasn't done, when I suddenly cut him off mid-sentence.“Ownership?” I blurted in shock.My breath caught in my throat and I begin to think this could be a bad idea.But thinking ab