All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Sheila's POVI lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all over again.Zuki naked and beautiful, the gigolo's hands on her body. His mouth on her pussy. Her moans filling the living room.And then Zuki between my legs.Her fingers inside me.That explosion of pleasure that had ripped through my body like lightning.My first orgasm.I'd touched myself before, sure. Quick, guilty moments in the shower or late at night. But it had never felt like anything special. Just a small release and then nothing.What Zuki had done to me was completely different.The way her fingers had curved inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. The way her thumb had circled my clit with just the right pressure. The way she'd watched my face while she finger-fucked me, like my pleasure was the most important thing in the world.I'd never known it could feel that good.Never knew my body was capable of that much sensation.Heat pooled between my

Sheila's POVZuki stayed collapsed on top of me, her breath warm against my neck. Her body was soft and heavy, fitting against mine in a way that felt right.I couldn't believe what we'd just done.Couldn't believe how good it had felt.My pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks. My nipples were tender from her grinding against me. Every nerve ending in my body was singing.This was wrong. So completely wrong.But lying here with her, our sweaty bodies pressed together, I couldn't make myself regret it."Zuki," I said quietly. "We need to talk about this."She lifted her head, green eyes meeting mine. Her pink hair was a mess, lips swollen. She looked thoroughly fucked.And beautiful.God, she was so beautiful."What do you want to talk about?" she asked."This," I gestured between us. "What we just did. What we've been doing.""Did you enjoy it?" she asked simply.Heat flooded my face. "That's not the point.""It's exactly the point." She shifted, propping herself up on her elbows

Sheila's POVI pulled up outside Bobby's apartment building at exactly seven o'clock.I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time. Light makeup, just like Zuki had taught me. Hair down and styled. The fitted dress that showed my figure without being too obvious.I looked good.Better than good.I looked like one of those hot women on the streets now. Even at work, my colleagues complimented my new style of dressing.I grabbed my purse and got out of the car, smoothing down my dress as I walked to his door.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.I knocked, and the door opened almost immediately.Bobby stood there, smiling in a way I'd never seen before. His eyes traveled down my body and back up, lingering in places they now usually did."Hey," he said, voice warm. "Come in."I stepped inside and froze.The lights were dimmed. Candles were lit everywhere. On the coffee table. On the kitchen counter. On the dining table.Soft music was playing from hi

Sheila's POVI walked into the house still shaking from what had just happened at Bobby's place.The living room lights were on. The TV was playing some reality show.And Zuki was sprawled on the couch in tiny shorts and a tank top, eating potato chips.She looked up when I came in, her face lighting up."Finally," she said. "I've been bored out of my mind. Where have you been?"I dropped my purse on the side table and tried to steady my breathing."I went to Bobby's place," I said.The change in her expression was instant. Her smile didn't exactly fade, but something shifted in her eyes."Oh?" She sat up straighter. "What for?"I walked over and sank onto the other end of the couch, suddenly exhausted."He texted me at work," I said. "Asked me to come over. Said he needed help with something.""Code stuff?" she asked, her voice carefully neutral."That's what I thought." I laughed, but it came out shaky. "Turns out it wasn't code stuff at all."Zuki set her bowl of chips down slowly.

Sheila's POVFive days had passed since I told Zuki I was choosing Bobby.Five days of living with a stranger.I sat at the kitchen table with my morning coffee, watching Zuki move around the kitchen like I wasn't there.She was dressed in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, paired with heels I'd never seen before. Her makeup was dark and dramatic. She looked like she was going to a nightclub, not eating breakfast at ten in the morning."Going somewhere?" I asked."Out." She didn't look at me as she poured herself coffee."Out where?""Just out, Sheila. Does it matter?"Her tone was flat. Polite but empty.Like talking to a customer service representative who didn't give a damn about your problem."I was thinking maybe we could do something today," I tried. "We haven't really hung out since—""I have plans." She grabbed her phone off the counter. "Maybe another time."She headed for the door."Zuki, wait."She paused but didn't turn around. "What?""Are we okay?""We're f