SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E05) 🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“LUST AND TEMPTATION”
Omni-Pov
As Sontee and Chloe conversed with each other along the roadside, passersby of different races couldn’t help but stare at the two ladies’ appearances. Slim Chloe, wearing a grey strapless and skimpy gown with high heels, looked elegant despite her petite frame. Sontee, on the other hand, turned heads with her style of dressing, making both single and married men passing by take notice and steal a second glance.
Furthermore, due to their elegance, one of the cars passing by on the highway almost crashed because the driver was completely distracted by the two ladies’ appearances. Aside from their stunning looks, it was also surprising to the people around them that one of the young ladies could own a very expensive vehicle like the Lamborghini Aventador. However, the two ladies seemed oblivious to the lustful gazes around them as they engaged in a serious discussion.
Despite Chloe’s explanations, Sontee still wasn’t convinced enough to get into the car. However, seeing how serious and enthusiastic Chloe was, she felt she had no other option but to agree. Additionally, Sontee was mindful of not letting Chloe feel like she had a bad impression of her, knowing how hurtful that could be. To avoid any misunderstanding, Sontee sighed and instructed, as she walked briskly towards her flashy car.
Sontee: Alright! Tell me the moment I get into the car.
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Chloe: Roger that! I’ll let you know as soon as you’re in the car. JESUS CHRIST!!
Chloe, unruffled by Sontee’s remark, answered and smiled dazzlingly. She bit her lip admiringly and observed as Sontee moved her hips in a swaying motion while getting into the car. After Sontee’s entry, Chloe stepped into the car, started the engine, and revved it to its highest volume. The sound of the car, similar to a power bike, startled an elderly woman walking by and caused her to slump to the ground suddenly, like a bag of cement, as the noise was unexpected.
Angered, the poor old lady managed to regain her stance and raised her middle finger in the air, muttering a curse under her breath.
Stranger: F-CK YOU, SICKO.. AND, F-CK YOUR GODDAMN GENERATION, YOU PSYCHO!! SHIT! The bastard scared the hell out of me.. (clutches her backside) Ohhh, my butts aches..
Astonished by the old lady’s outburst, a few passersby who witnessed the scenario stood aside and watched to see what would happen next. Unfortunately for them, nothing further transpired, as Chloe, oblivious to the woman’s tirade, put the car in gear and sped away, continuing her conversation with Sontee.
Chloe: Sooo…!?
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Sontee: Back to where we left off. So, spill the beans!
Sontee interrupted, and Chloe gave her a blank stare for a short time, seemingly unable to believe that Sontee would say that suddenly and impulsively without giving it a second thought. Noticing Chloe’s look out of the corner of her eye, Sontee asked.
Sontee: What?
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Chloe: Whoa, Sontee! (giggles) Calm down, okay? I know you’re curious, but let’s take a deep breath. I’ll fill you in as soon as I can, but first, I need you to relax. You’re not alone in this. I’m here with you.
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Sontee: (nags) Alright, alright. I will chill out but you’re killing me with suspense here
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Chloe: (giggles) I feel you, sontee! Just chill out. And, the good news is that you were already aware of the nightclub concert before now, if you could remember.
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Sontee: I don’t think so!
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Chloe: Yeah! You might’ve forgotten but I recall that.. Now, I understand what’s going on!
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Sontee: How?
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Chloe: You know, your sudden curiosity about our destination… (giggles) It’s as if you think I have sinister plans or something! (exhales) Let me ask you, Sontee, and I want your honest answer. Do you really think I’d ever hurt you if I had the chance?
Chloe asked, confidently palming and maneuvering the steering wheel. With no response, Sontee, who had been looking in Chloe’s direction, took her eyes off her and gazed forward for a moment. Knowing where the conversation was leading, she bowed her head, closed her eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief. She understood the reason behind the question and, from Chloe’s tone, assumed Chloe must have figured out her true intentions. Little did she know, Chloe was still clueless.
Meanwhile, Chloe seemed unfazed, as if she hadn’t just asked a question. She picked up her phone and began scrolling through it while driving. After a while, Chloe dropped her phone and glanced at Sontee, whose mind was elsewhere. Then, Chloe reached out and gently rubbed Sontee’s cheek with the back of her fingers. With a hint of dark humor, she said — a comment that made Sontee look at her with anxiety.
Chloe: Oh please, wake up Ms. beautiful sleepyhead
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Sontee: Sorry?
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Chloe: I caught you sleeping
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Sontee: Nah, I wasn’t
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Chloe: But I saw you closing your eyes and nodding your head, almost as if you were about to drift off to sleep.
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Sontee: Well, actually, I was just… You know..(sighed)
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Chloe: Are you okay?
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Sontee: Sure, I’m good
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Chloe: You don’t look good to me
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Sontee: (feign) Oh, really? What’s wrong with how I look?
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Chloe: God, you’re incredibly beautiful even when you’re worried.
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Sontee: (rolls her eyes) Oh chloe, don’t bring that now again!
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Chloe: Oh, come on. Did I said anything foolish?
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Sontee: Don’t pull my legs!!
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Chloe: (smiles) And that’s where you’re wrong, hot cake. There is no leg pulling here because it is the plain truth. You should know that by now.
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Sontee: I supposed I was wrong then.. Anyways, I appreciate your sweet words.. Ms. chloe!
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Chloe: (giggles) Oh, “Ms. chloe”? Well, I feel much better now..
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Sontee: I’m glad you do!
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Chloe: Anyways, I recommend checking your phone.. I have forwarded the club ticket I purchased in my name to you. Take a look!
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Sontee: Ok, let me check it out
Sontee pulled out her phone and scrolled through her inbox 📨 to check for confirmation. After verifying, she looked back at Chloe and expressed her gratitude, accompanied by a warm and subtle smile.
Sontee: Hey! Seen already.. Thanks so much, Chloe..
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Chloe: Don’t even mention it! If our roles were reversed, you would’ve done the same for me. That’s what friends are all about.. Loving, caring, and being there for each other, no matter what. And that’s a promise I’ll keep forever..
After completing her statement, Chloe winked at Sontee, who was now filled with regret for having harbored a bad impression of Chloe. Knowing Chloe’s true nature, Sontee blamed herself for not trusting her from the start. Her mind began to wander to the secret they shared – the false accusation and allegation of murder against Sontee.
Speaking of that, Chloe could’ve revealed Sontee’s whereabouts to the police after discovering her secret, but she didn’t. Sontee thought that if it were someone else, they would’ve done that a long time ago. She wondered why she hadn’t understood this sooner, despite their time together. Chloe’s busy career as a tourist had distracted Sontee, and her fear had blinded her. Sontee felt she was just trying to protect herself, knowing people can change anytime. Still, she felt guilty and haunted. But knowing Chloe cared, Sontee decided to stay calm and act like nothing was wrong.
Minutes later, they arrived at the club named Coda. Shortly after, a female valet approached their car to attend to them, as the club offered valet parking services. Chloe pulled up to the entrance and handed over her keys to the valet, who would park her car in a designated area.
As the valet took care of the car, Chloe and Sontee walked sexily towards the club’s entrance along a long red carpet. At the entrance, two bodyguards in black, wearing black shades and with chiseled features, stood firmly. Their stance was so bold that they seemed ready to confront a wild animal if it suddenly appeared. Their firm posture and breathtaking heights were intimidating, making anyone wonder if they were human. Their heights alone were enough to make anyone tremble with fear.
Mesmerized by the approaching women, the bodyguard on the right swallowed hard, while the other scratched his lower region for a moment as soon as Sontee and Chloe reached their presence. Blinded by lust, the bodyguards let them into the club without checking their tickets or ID, which Sontee thought was ridiculously careless. What if they were terrorists? Nevertheless, the guards’ eyes remained fixed on them with a lustful gaze until they disappeared into the crowd inside the club.
Inside the club, the atmosphere was electric, pulsating like a living entity. The thumping bass reverberated through the crowd, while pulsating lights illuminated the sea of dancing bodies. The DJ worked the crowd into a frenzy, and while some swayed to the beats, others in the VIP area indulged in hard drugs, filling the air with the smell of weed and alcohol.
While others indulged in their interests, Chloe and her partner, Sontee, sat in the VIP area, conversing excitedly. Soon, they became absorbed in their drinks. As they relaxed, Sontee glanced around, as if searching for someone or something. Meanwhile, Chloe, sitting close to her, held a glass half-filled with whiskey and swayed her body from side to side to the rhythm played by the energetic DJ.
Meanwhile, Sontee’s eyes scanned the room, and she was captivated by the lively scene unfolding in the club. The sight of people dancing and shouting in a frenzied rush, as if the night was their last, was exhilarating. The energetic dancers inspired her, and she felt a sudden urge to join them amidst the chaos. However, her attention was diverted when she caught sight of a familiar figure she never thought she’d see again.
In that moment, a tall, white guy with an ectomorph build, dressed in a fine blue shirt and black trousers, approached Chloe with a smile.
Stranger: Hey dear, I’m Liam. What’s yours?
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Chloe: I’m chloe!!
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Stranger: Chloe, nice to meet you.. Do you mind if we dance together?
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Chloe: No, I don’t mind. Let’s dance
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Stranger: Alright. (assists her up) You look gorgeous by the way, Chloe.
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Chloe: (giggles) Thanks, Liam! Please, give me a seconds.
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Stranger: (smiles) Sure, take your time!
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Chloe: (whispers into sontee’s ear) I don’t want to pretend, Sontee. I caught you and that charming guy over there staring at each other. If I were you, I’d hold onto him before another lady swoops in and snatches him away.
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Sontee: (gives her a blank look) ??
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Chloe: Let’s go, Liam.
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Stranger: You like the songs, don’t you?
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Chloe: (giggles) I guess, Liam.
After that, Chloe and Liam went amidst the sea of dancing bodies to bop, leaving Sontee alone on the couch. Before that, Chloe walked over to meet the person locking gazes with Sontee and conferred with him for a while, leaving Sontee in a state of astonishment and shock. She wondered what her friend had told the one who had been staring at her the whole time. She couldn’t believe Chloe would go the extra mile to meet him, and whatever Chloe had confided in him, she knew it was related to her.
Sontee watched from a distance as she sat and smiled, observing Chloe sway her body from side to side with her companion, clearly excited. She replayed Chloe’s advice in her head and found her words reasonable. Speaking of which, how long had it been since she last had a relationship?
The last relationship she had was over 5 years ago, with Max Freddie, and now she is 24. Ever since then, she has been single. Marrying at 24 had always been her wish since childhood. Probably, that could have come to pass if there weren’t any complications along the way. Though it’s just advice, she needs a partner at this stage of her life to share feelings with and stay in each other’s warm arms day and night. But it’s more than Chloe will ever understand. Besides, she didn’t complain about her single lifestyle.
Sontee grasped a glass cup on the table in front of her and took a swig of the fine wine inside, looking at the one who was still staring intently in her direction, as if she were some kind of TV. Speaking of the guy, he also took a swig of his drink, measuring her up and down every second with his eyes.
Feeling like she had encountered him before, Sontee tried to recall the moment when they met each other. After being thoughtful for a while, she remembered when and where they had encountered each other.
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Abushe’s Pov
There is an Amharic authentic phrase from my wise ancestors that says, ‘አደራ በእጃች አይደለም እቅድ በእጃች ነው.’ This original Amharic phrase, commonly used in Ethiopia, conveys the message that ‘fate isn’t in our hands, but our efforts are in our hands.’ If anyone asks, I’m a Canadian-Ethiopian young man who has spent most of his life here in Canada. As for my background, that’s a story for another time.
However, two things I realized from the proverb are that we can’t control the initial hand we’re dealt, but we can play our cards wisely. Another thing is that fate might deal the cards, but we can still play them with skill and determination. Technically, fate is not fixed but evolves through personal choices. Many cultures and belief systems hold that fate plays a role in shaping one’s life. Sometimes, the way fate works in a person’s life is beyond human understanding.
All my life, I have always wished for three good things for myself: wealth, genuine love, and happiness. Because where there is money, there is respect. When there is genuine love, there is commitment, and when there is happiness, there is peace. Speaking of which, did they come to pass?
I’m glad to say that I’m a millionaire, even if I’m not as well off as those with $80,000 and more. At least, having $10,000-$15,000 sitting in my account at age 20 is worthwhile. Earning millions every week without any struggle, which I can do from home all by myself, isn’t bad for a millionaire.
In terms of love, words can’t express how many times I got rejected by the lady I fell in love with back when I lived in Ontario. Three months ago, I just moved here to Toronto. Back in Ontario, she didn’t even bother to let me know her name, not to mention accepting me. After many approaches, rejection was all I got in return. At some point, she threatened that if I didn’t stop chasing after her, I’d end up in jail, not in a bar. That was when I knew love is like cigarettes.
After the threat, I had no choice but to back off. Anyone could have called me a coward for giving up on her easily, but that’s not true. From the way she sounded that day, I knew she wasn’t joking. She’s a hot and intimidating lady. Her looks alone could make anyone tremble, especially when she’s furious. God, it attracts me so much! Whenever we see each other, we pass as if we don’t exist in each other’s eyes. Meanwhile, at home, I was obsessed with her. Sometimes, it led to masturbation because her physique could make any man’s hormones rage. After some months, I didn’t see or hear anything about her again.
However, life has been good so far since I moved to Toronto. Toronto is a beautiful city with a unique blend of modern and historic architecture, vibrant neighborhoods, and stunning natural scenery. While beauty is subjective, Toronto’s unique blend of natural beauty, cultural diversity, and urban energy makes it a beautiful city that has something to offer for everyone. The neighborhoods are nice, and I’ve made some friends. Sadly, I’ve also lost some. Most importantly, I make fast money every weekend, legally, and all this has happened within the space of three months.
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After sleeping for a few hours this noon, I woke up feeling famished and a bit energized. After waking, I used the restroom and slipped into something casual. I emerged from my room only to be alerted by the flapping sounds of something colliding and a suppressed moan from an unknown source. Curiosity surged through me, and I needed to know what was going on. So, I closed the door to my room gently and tiptoed from the entrance to trace the sound quietly. The nearer I walked, the louder the sound became. The next words I heard, which paralyzed me for a moment, were ‘Fuck’, ‘Mm-mm, baby’, ‘Shit, baby’, and ‘Ohhh, fuck’. In that moment, I already knew what was going on, but my instinct told me to take a look, and I did without hesitation.
I leaned against the wall and peeked through from where I stood. To my utmost shock, before my eyes, Sandra, the British girlfriend of my master, was being screwed by a black, chiseled guy in a standing sex style. But Sandra knew I had caught her secret affair because as soon as I peeked, our eyes met, and shock was written on both our faces. I wasn’t expecting our eyes to meet. Despite that, she couldn’t help but moan, her tongue juggling out of her mouth. She was even salivating in the process. The guy’s face was hidden from me; I could only see his black backside twitching with each thrust he gave her beneath in a fast frenzy. They were both awash with dripping sweat. I couldn’t believe she could bring a man to the house to have sex with her while my master was away. She and my master also have sex, and I don’t care about that, but seeing her with another guy is an act of plain infidelity. What surprised me is that she had the nerve to do that in the house, not outside. What if my master walks in?
The sight of the two outraged me so much that I had to rush quietly back into my room, as I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Everything relating to the scene replayed in my memory. I would have loved to report the case to my master, but leaving it for him to find out himself seems the best option. Besides, he might not believe me. Apart from that, Sandra and I have not been on good terms since I met her. Her attitude shows that she detests me, and she’s a snobbish lady. As the kind of lady she is, my master can be sweet-talked, and he might believe her, which could get me into trouble. Sadly, he doesn’t know his girlfriend is nothing but a cheater and a loser. What a pity!
Knowing fully that I had caught her red-handed, I knew she might want to pull a fast one on me, either good or bad. For some moments, I couldn’t stop thinking about her infidelity. So, I took off my clothes and entered the bathroom for a cold shower. I stood beneath the shower with my head hung low and my eyes closed, allowing the water to run through my body. With that, I regained my composure and released a big sigh of relief. I felt so lost under the running water of the shower that I didn’t sense when Sandra joined me. To my greatest shock, I rubbed my face and opened my eyes only to see her standing naked at the entrance of the showering glass door, smiling sneeringly. God! The view of her big, bouncing teardrop breasts and her shaped, fresh lady parts, combined with her body physique, struck me with an instant wave of shock. I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Before I could make a move or say anything, she jabbered and pounced on me with great agility.
Sandra: Hmm, Just what I thought and want. 9 perfect inch, 5 wild girth, and a huge sack to ball deep. (clasp her thighs and moans) Even a big glan to crash through my walls. You’re a definition of monster!!
She latched her lips on mine forcibly, and gripped my body tight as I tried to break loose, but she was so strong when it comes to strength. I wondered where she inherited the strength from and I couldn’t resist her easily not after she had grabbed my black 9 inch manhood, and began stroking it slowly to her own satisfaction, pinning me against the wall. I jerked immediately I felt her hand stroking my hood, as if I was electrocuted and within secs, I became fully hard. Despite our latched lips, I couldn’t help but moan sensually. I jerked all over body with each stroke, especially the glans she was stroking gently this time. There was no hope of turning back because the feeling was so sweet that I couldn’t resist. In fact, I wanted her to continue without stopping for a second. As if she knew my thoughts, she continued stroking a couple of times to her satisfaction without unlocking our lips, and I was enjoying every single bit of it senselessly; I twitched all over my body. In my life, I hadn’t felt as pleasured as that, and to make things worse, it was my first time.
Consumed by lust, I grasped her tightly to myself, squeezing every side of her soft body, and we smooched deeply while she continued stroking, making me moan and twitch sensually. Seeing that I had surrendered to the sensual delight, she wrapped her right thigh around my waist, and all of a sudden, my muscles tensed up. I felt a sensation of something trying to surge out of me, gripping me intensely. I closed my eyes tightly and grunted, as if I were in a labor room.
Abushe: ARRRRRRRRHH!!!!!!!!
As if she knew what was coming on the way, she detached and squat at the front of my manhood, held it, and opened her mouth in the nick of time. I came thick and hard all over her faces for seconds, squeezing my butt cheeks uncontrollably like I was being pierced there with a needle. The sensation that surged through me was like disposing of a load of bricks – a huge weight had been lifted off me. I had never achieved an orgasm as intense as that before.
As for sandra, she circle-licked her lips and rubs the orgasm off her face, and said surprisingly as she held. Then, she lick the dripping wet glan of my manhood.
Sandra: Bloomin’ ’eck, that’s quite a lot of cum. I can’t believe you would ever come as much as this. God! Look at how thick they really are. A tiny drop of it will definitely leads to pregnancy for sure, and I must say your juice aren’t bad either. They really taste yummy, honey. As for the black cock, hmm, it is jaw dropping. (moan) Ohh, what a big black cocks. Black cocks are the real deal for me. They never failed to satisfy my sexual desire. Not even once. Anyone who needs a great sex should go for black big cocks. They’re the real deal. F-ck me, I can’t believe I have been coming to this house without having a taste of this. Anderson’s(abushe’s master) cock is not even up to this pole here. Not even up to half and the b-tch can’t even last 30 seconds on me. Meanwhile, there is a greater deal here I haven’t staked this whole time. (slaps abushe’s manhood) You son of a bitch, how come I didn’t know about this?
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Abushe: (flinch) Ouch! Are you crazy?
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Sandra: Hmph, it hurts, does it? Let’s have some fun, but first, I must have a taste of this fresh and enticing black c-ck before slicing it. Though the risk of staking it is really high, it’s worth the shot. Bring it to me, baby.
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Abushe: (detaching himself) I’m sorry, but this can’t happen anymore. There are two reasons for this. Firstly, you’re my master’s girlfriend, and secondly, he’s a good man. I can’t betray him like that. Even if he weren’t a good man, you’re still his partner, and I can’t engage in secret affairs behind his back. That would be infidelity, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if it happened or if he found out later. Look, Sandra, regarding the encounter I witnessed between you and the man at the parlor, I’ve got your back and promised not to expose it to anyone. Also, I sincerely appreciate the BJ. I must say, your…ahem…BJ skills are exceptional, and it was the best experience I’ve ever had. And, If you’re sensible, you’ll understand that I’m doing this for our own good.
After saying that, I grabbed my towel and quickly wrapped it around my waist. I exited the bathroom as soon as possible, before she could try to lure me into the temptation of having sex with her. I thought to myself, ‘Women can’t be trusted.’ They have a way of enticing men to satisfy their desires, and when that happens, it can be overwhelming. But I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Shortly after I exited, she also came out but stood by the entrance of the loo door, folding her arms and sending me a cold, disappointed look. As for me, I opened the door to my room, urging her to leave without taking another look at her, because she looked so tempting and bewitching.
Abushe: Now, leave my room. NOW!!
She brushed past me without hesitation and began to revile. Before she could complete her statement, I slammed the door shut in her face and heaved a sigh of relief.
Sandra: You know what? F-ck you, and go f-ck your rotten slab of meat. Son of a b……!
“BANG”
Tbc…