🔞AUNTY 😏
STOP TOUCHING 🥒
CHAPTER 18🎉
A STORY BOLDLY WRITTEN BY PETER’S GRACIOUS ✍🏻
🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞
*Cassandra’s POV*
“How can you claim Emmy is betrothed to a deity like you?” I muttered, my voice laced with disdain. “You’re just a wandering ghost, seeking a soul to manipulate and a human boy to satisfy your carnal desires. You probably died in the midst of passion, didn’t you?”
The ghost’s ethereal form quivered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fine, I admit it. I’m a wandering ghost, but I genuinely love Emeka. And I’ll take him with me, no matter what.”
My resolve hardened. “Emeka, return to your body! You don’t belong to her.” I chanted ancient spells, pouring more sacred powder onto the ground, desperate to revive him.
Just then, a faint sneeze echoed through the air – Emeka was coming back to life.
A menacing whisper echoed in my mind. “This isn’t over yet.”
I shot back, my mental voice firm. “Don’t dare show your face again, or I’ll bind you forever.”
With the crisis averted, I transformed my blazing red eyes back to normal, extinguished the candles, and returned them to the drawer. I couldn’t let Emeka see this side of me.
Emeka sat up, rubbing his temples. “What happened to me? And why is there so much blood near me?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
I sat beside him, trying to sound calm. “You fainted about three hours ago. You’ve just woken up.”
“Really?” Emeka’s eyes widened in surprise.
I nodded. “Yes. Go freshen up while I change the bedspread and prepare some dark chocolate tea for you.” I suggested, handing him a gentle smile.
Emeka nodded and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as he was gone, I swiftly changed the bedspread and took the soiled one to the laundry room. Next, I headed to the kitchen, plugged in the electric kettle, and boiled water for Emeka’s tea.
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FEW HOURS LATER
I lounged on the plush sofa in Madam Cassandra’s spacious duplex, engrossed in a video game on my phone. Madam Cassandra had stepped out to get groceries, despite my insistence on accompanying her. She had firmly declined, citing my still-fragile health.
The door swung open, and I glanced up to see a stunning girl with a full Afro and curly hair walk in. Her outfit – a short skirt and a cropped top – showcased her toned physique.
“Hey, is my mom home? I heard she’s in London?” she asked, blowing gum, her tone bordering on rude.
I sat up, meeting her gaze, but remained silent.
Irritation flashed across her face. “Are you deaf and dumb? I asked if my mom’s home!” she shouted, taking a step closer.
I rose from the sofa, intending to retreat to my room, but she grasped my hand, spinning me back to face her.
“You’re cute and handsome,” she cooed, “and you’ve got a impressive physique – just what I want in a man.”
I yanked my hand free, her forwardness catching me off guard.
Just as I freed my hand, Madam Cassandra walked in, her eyes scanning the room. Her gaze settled on the girl, and her expression shifted from calm to surprise.
“Amanda! What are you doing here?” Madam Cassandra asked, setting down her groceries.
Amanda rolled her eyes. “I asked this…guy if you were home, but he just stared at me like a statue.”
Madam Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. “Emeka, what happened?”
I shrugged. “She came in, asked for you, and then…started hitting on me.”
Amanda’s face flushed, but Madam Cassandra’s expression turned stern.
“Amanda, behave yourself. Emeka’s under my care. Off-limits.”
Amanda’s eyes flashed, but she bit back her retort.
“Meanwhile you have to leave this very minutes.” Madam Cassandra said.
“But I just got here mom.” She yelled.
“I don’t care get going.” Cassandra said.
“Fine, I’ll be back for this cute guy.” She said and left.
Just then madam Cassandra took my hands and led me to the bedroom.
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THREE DAYS LATER.
I Went to a small plaza with madam Cassandra, we took the stroller 🛒 shopping different items. Madam Cassandra asked me to pick anything I want. At tge middle of the shopping madam Cassandra excuse herself.
Instantly she left three white lady walked up to me.
“Hey black guy, you look so cute and charming.” One of the ladies said .
“Thanks so much.” I said.
“And, you also have a big manhõod.” Another ship in.
I become somehow shy and embarrassed.
“You don’t have to feel bad, it’s a good thing you know? How about we have foursome with you, so we could have a teste of your long cucumber?” The third lady said.
“No I don’t want.” I uttered.
“We are gonna to pay you real cash, maybe one billion dollars, how about that huh?”
To be continue.
