SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E11) 🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“THE DEPTH OF FEELINGS”
Chloe’s Pov
Presently, I’m in the stretching area, a popular spot for women to rest and stretch after a workout. As I settle in, I’m carefully arranging my valuables into the bag I brought to the gym, paying close attention to every item. Paying close attention to what I am doing, someone approaches me and stands silently in front of me. I don’t let the person’s presence distract me as I concentrate on what I’m doing. The surprising aspect is that the person remains silent until I am finally ready to go.
As I looked up, I realized it was my personal training manager, a short and young-looking man, but older than I am and slightly chiseled in figure. His name is Beckett, but everyone in the center calls him “coach”, including me, except I addresses him as Coach Beckett. He is a jovial and witty person. He is also a strict personal training manager; he doesn’t joke when it comes to whipping someone into shape. Despite that, he is friendly.
Chloe: Oh, coach beckett… ?
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Beckett: Yes! I’m the one, cream of the crop. Crèmede de la crunch! How’re you doing, Chloe?
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Chloe: Ugh! You’ve asked that a lot today, Coach beckett!
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Beckett: No life imprisonment for asking questions. So, how are you doing today, Chloe?
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Chloe: (sighs) Okay, I’m fine, Coach beckett. Is that what you want to hear?
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Beckett: Nah! There’s a lot more, young woman. Look me in the eyes and lie to my face – you didn’t notice my presence.
I sighed after hearing that. I didn’t know if he was serious or playing; he is right about one thing. I noticed his presence. Even if I was unsure of who it was, I didn’t utter a word.
Beckett: Let me guess, you thought I was one of those guys who’s come to woo you, huh? (raising an eyebrow sneeringly)
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Chloe: (facepalm and sighs) I neither thought nor said that, Coach Beckett… (almost smiling)
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Beckett: Hmm, I see that hiding smile.
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Chloe: (smiling) Okay, you caught me!
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Billie: (chuckles) I always do. Honestly, I’ve really been enjoying working out with you in the gym, Chloe. I’m having a birthday party soon and I’d love for you to come. Here’s the invitation.
He said this in a proposal tone, grinning from ear to ear. Just seconds ago, he was interrogating me, and now he was trying to win me over with his invitation. Men can be so unpredictable. As far as I could remember, I had really been enjoying his company too. However, this is the first time he’d be inviting me to his birthday and it’d be so bad if I turn down the invitation.
Surprisingly, I took the invitation card from him and glanced at it before looking up at him, showing my gratitude.
Chloe: (smiles warmly) I’ll be there. Thanks for thinking of me and including me in your celebration, coach Beckett. I’m honored!
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Beckett: You’re welcome, Chloe! Thanks also for accepting my invitation. It means a lot to me. I’m really looking forward to seeing you there. Have a great day!
He said, walking away. I nodded and took another glance at the invitation card before walking out of the center, holding my duffel bag. As soon as I stepped out, I saw him getting into his car, a Raptor Ranger, in the parking lot. We exchanged waves before he sped off, disappearing from sight. I hopped into my own car and, before long, hit the road, leaving the center miles behind. Before Iong, I hit the road.
Minutes later, I arrived home in my car. As soon as I got to the front of the house, the gate slid open automatically, and I drove into the compound straight to the carport to park carefully. After parking, I got out of the car gently with my duffel bag and headed into the house. Stepping into the house, I didn’t bother to notify anybody in the house about my presence. At that moment, all I wanted was to get to my room and relax. As I walked upstairs, I noticed the parlor. I saw two glass cups on the table, which could only mean one thing: there was someone else in the house.
As far as I know, it’s no one else’s doing but my sister Meadow’s, who is just a year older than me. The house was gifted by my parents as a birthday gift because we were born on the same month and dates, regardless of our age difference. The house was meant for the two of us; however, my sister Meadow often turns it into a hotel, letting her friends sleep over and do as they please. Sometimes, her friends spend a week in the house, going out freely and doing as they please. That doesn’t upset me because I don’t stay at home for too long.
After a week, sometimes a month, I travel for exploration in other African countries, and it’s been fun so far. The annoying aspect about her guests is that they show no regard for anyone, acting as if they own the house. I’ve gotten upset by her friend many times. That reminds me of her – Lauryn! Since we’re not on good terms and rarely discuss anything, I just focus on my own business.
Since I suspected the third person might be Meadow’s friend, I picked up the remote and turned off the TV. I dropped the remote back in its place before turning around to leave. Just then, I noticed a black underwear a little distance away from the guest room door entrance. Slowly, I walked towards it and squatted to pick it up from the floor, examining it. As I did, two more ladies’ panties came into focus: one was at the corner of the wall, and another was hung on the door handle, pink and blue.
As far as I can remember, I’ve caught my sister and her girlfriend making love in the kitchen before, so the sight of their panties isn’t an exception to what they might be doing. However, the sight of the black underwear is my only concern. I wonder if there’s a male in the house too. As I contemplated this, I also noticed that the guest room door was slightly ajar, and soft moans echoed through the door, alerting me to be cautious as I approached.
Quietly, I grasped the door handle and opened it for a clearer view. The soft moaning voice that had enveloped me earlier grew slightly louder, accompanied by a squeaking sound. As I peeked through the door, I felt taken aback by the explicit sight before me – on the bed. My sister, Meadow, Lauryn, and a guy were engaging in intimate acts on the bed. Meadow had lowered herself onto his face, her legs spread wide, allowing him to explore her intimate area, seeking pleasure. She let out a series of soft moans, tilting her head backward.
Meadow: Mmm…oh God, yes…
Lauryn, on her part, took control. With her head snapped backward, she rode with all-consuming desire, pressing her palms against his chest while the guy lay flat on the bed, comfortably holding her hips and moving them. As he did, he lavished attention on Meadow’s sensitive area, using his mouth to bring her intense pleasure. They were so lost in pleasure that they didn’t even notice I was watching. Aside from the pleasure they were experiencing, sweat dripped from their bodies, and their orgasms were evident. It was clear they had started long before I arrived. Swept up in the pleasure, Lauryn cried out, her voice muffled.
Lauryn: Mmmmm-Uhhhh-ooohhh
In that moment, Lauryn’s frenzied pace gave way to a slower rhythm. As I watched her, she achieved an intense orgasm, and a whitish, visible sign of release trickled out onto her partner’s phallus. Then, she fell onto his body, gasping heavily with a smile spread across her face. Our eyes met, and the smile of satisfaction that had spread across her face faded the moment she saw me. Caught off guard, I quickly walked up to my room, closed the door behind me, and threw my bag onto one of the couches. I then fell flat onto my bed, facing upward, exhaling heavily.
Chloe: Okay, I can do this!
I said confidently, eyes closed, trying to erase everything I saw in the guest room from my mind. Knowing that wouldn’t be enough to clear my mind instantly, I decided to focus on something else that could serve as a distraction. So, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, where I had a quick shower. Standing under the showerhead, letting the water pour over my body, helped calm me down instantly. As I stood there, I brushed my hair backward with my palm.
After having a shower, I stepped out, wrapping my towel around my body. Before long, I finished everything that needed to be done. I sat on the bed, focusing my attention on my phone, when I heard a knock on my room door.
Chloe: Come in!
I said, paying close attention to my phone.
Lauryn: Whoa! Your room is magnificent!
As far as I know, the voice I just heard wasn’t how Meadow sounds. Curiously, I raised my face up, only to be stunned by the presence of Lauryn. She wore an oversized, big shirt, and it was the only thing she had on. She stood with her back against the door, examining my room admirably. I doubt if her room is as magnificent as mine.
Chloe: Sorry, what’re you doing in my room?
I asked in a cacophonous voice. Honey, I shouldn’t have asked like that. I don’t particularly like her being around me. Besides, she’s the kind of person who tends to be outgoing, talkative, and energized by social interaction. Also, she doesn’t seem to care about anyone or show any regard. Sometimes, I’d be in the parlor downstairs, watching my favorite channel on TV. All of a sudden, she’d come out of nowhere and change the channel, urging me that it was better than the one I was watching. Who does that? Frustrated, I left the parlor for my room that day because I didn’t want to create a scene. As flirtatious as I am, I don’t like people like her around me. But for some reason, I can’t blame her – we’re just so different from each other.
While still examining the room, she responded with a question, throwing it back at me.
Lauryn: Is that how you say thanks?
I didn’t reply, but my expression alone was enough for her to know I’m not interested in her. Noticing how quiet I was, she chuckled to herself where she stood, then walked over to the bed to perch on it, looking in my direction. She even had the effrontery to sit on my bed. And why was she staring at me like that?
Lauryn: Whoa, you really dislike me so much… Isn’t it?
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Chloe: Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Does asking a question now means dislike you or something?
I know it’s rude though.
Lauryn: Then, prove it. Kiss me! (Smiling mischievously)
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Chloe: Why’d I kiss you to prove anything?
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Lauryn: God, you hate me that much?
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Chloe: No, that’s just ridiculous!
I retorted, and she chuckled, locking her gaze on me, licking her lip and biting the side of it, which I quickly noticed. If only she knew how slutty she looked doing that, she wouldn’t do it. It’s disgusting me. Her presence is also beginning to tire me.
Chloe: Yuck! Please, stop it.
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Lauryn: What?
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Chloe: Stop giving me that look. I don’t like it.
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Lauryn: You’re irresistible!
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Chloe: Thank you!
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Lauryn: And you aren’t going to kiss me?
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Chloe: What, no! Look, why’re you here? I was busy when you came into my room.
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Lauryn: Chill out. (sigh) You see, what you saw back in the room meant nothing. I — I won’t speak for Meadow, but for me, it was a meaningless fuck with him.
I folded my arms under my bosom and looked at her for a while before I asked her a question.
Chloe: Okay, why’re you telling me all these?
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Lauryn: I like you!
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Chloe: Okay.. Thank you!
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Lauryn: Like, I love you, Chloe. And I want us to be together.
She confessed, gazing into my eyes. As much as her presence tired me, I was stunned by her confession. Nothing had ever stunned me more than having a woman confess her true love to me for the first time. True love or just love? But the sincerity dancing in her eyes was unlike anything I’d seen before. Though we were on good terms, at least she confessed her love to my face, rather than resorting to some dramatic gesture. Unlike her, Liam had trapped me in his arms and kissed me, thinking that was the only way to express his love, without really knowing me. My instincts told me he loved me, as far as I knew, but that’s not how love works. Aside from being the first woman to confess her love, Lauryn was also the first person to do so.
In my entire life, I’d always felt that I was unlucky, especially with women. Growing up, some of my friends were pursued by romantic interests, starting from high school, and I had thought I wasn’t good enough. Despite feeling attracted to many guys, which sometimes led to infatuation, I assumed that was just the way life was until what happened between me and Liam four weeks ago. That’s when I realized I was wrong about myself. Especially considering Lauryn’s approach, it’s more convincing to know that I’m physically and spiritually fine.
Words couldn’t express how stunned I was after Lauryn’s confession. As I finally gathered my thoughts on what to say, with Lauryn’s eyes locked on me, the door suddenly opened and Meadow walked in, limping. I knew it could be due to the intensity of the moment she had in the room. Their intimate moment must have been intense. Even clutching her thighs together every few seconds, she looked disheveled, with dry sperm on her thighs and face. The surprising aspect was that I could see her body through the sheer bathrobe she wore, as her breasts and intimate areas were visible. Her entire body was exposed, which had never happened before. She looked like some street slut.
Given the way she burst into my room and the expression on her face, it was clear she needed something urgently
Meadow: Good grief, you’re here! I thought you had gone to the store like you planned earlier? (talking to Lauryn)
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Lauryn: (smirks) Oh, you’ve really underestimated me. Am I really that bad to leave without any underwear? Didn’t you see my underwear where It is?
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Meadow: (fold her arms, clasping her thighs repeatedly) As far as I’m concerned, I did. Last time I checked, you didn’t wear any underwear let alone leggings. Now, you’d better have a good explanation and for the fact you’re not wearing any underwear now.
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Lauryn: Are you babysitting me now or what? Because suddenly you get a little twitchy.
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Meadow: And you’ve been doing what, exactly?
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Lauryn: As you can see, having a good time with Chloe before you barge Into the room like a warthog!
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Meadow: Great! Atleast, everything seems normal here… (examining the bed)
I didn’t utter a word as I watched the two of them exchange words with each other. An unrelated person would have thought they were holding grudges against each other, but that wasn’t true. It was just a light-hearted and humorous exchange of words. They understood each other well. And as for me, I watched them in silence.
Lauryn: I’m not a dog. What do you expect? Oh, Jesus christ! You look like shit.
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Meadow: Yeah, I’ll go and clean up soon. First, I want to search for my phone. I’ve mistakenly misplaced it. Chloe, can I use your phone to call mine?
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Chloe: Sure. Take!
I replied, unlocked my phone, and handed it to her. Then, she looked at Lauryn and said something as they both walked out of my apartment.
Meadow: Lauryn, Logan wants to have words with you. He’s waiting for you downstairs.
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Lauryn: Oh, God. You could’ve said it earlier, girl!
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Meadow: What? It’s not too late to say that, Is it? Besides, you’re not exactly busy with any other things more important than, “having a good time with Chloe”.
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Lauryn: Knock it off!
As soon as they left, I heaved a sigh of relief and lay on the bed with my head on the pillow, facing the ceiling. I felt a sense of comfort and peace in their absence, unlike anything before. Spending time alone in my room is what I enjoy the most, as I’m free to do what I want. Within minutes, Meadow came back into the room to return my phone, holding hers.
Chloe : Thanks!
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Meadow: So… When did you arrived from the gym?
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Chloe: Not quite long.
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Meadow: I hope you had a great time there..
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Chloe: As usual, but Beckett….
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Meadow: (barges in) What did he do to you? Tell me, did he hurt you? Did he touch you? Tell me, Chloe. Let me hire some tough men to go and deal with the bastard, fuck him up in his house. I don’t care if he’s your personal training manager or not.
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Chloe: (sigh) Chill out, Meadow. He did nothing wrong. And stop calling the innocent guy ‘bastard’, please. Okay?
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Meadow: As long as he doesn’t touch my baby sister, he’s not the bastard. But I don’t trust that guy; he’s capable of anything. I’ve seen his training reels on social media, and it looks like he’s exploiting women. He’s clearly taking advantage of them, making them think he’s training them. And I’ve seen videos of him training you too. (gasp) Please, just be careful around him.
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Chloe: I’m always careful. You’re just being overprotective. Beckett isn’t who you think he is. He’s a nice guy.
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Meadow: Is that so? Is ‘Mr. Nice’ written on his forehead? Don’t be blinded by such regards, Chloe. He might be nice; I can’t say, but be careful. By the way, I prepared your favorite food for you after you left for the gym. In case you’re famished, the food is in the kitchen. Now, I’ll leave you to enjoy your privacy. I’ve got to clean up too.
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Chloe: You really need that because you definitely look like shit… (chuckles)
She put her middle finger up and rolled her eyes. Then, she left my room, swaying her hips. I giggled and paid close attention to my phone. Hours later, I decided to get dressed in my best outfit: a multi-colored blouse with a leather mini skirt. It was 2 pm in the afternoon. After dressing, I picked up my small handbag and exited the house, holding my car key. I walked to where my car was parked, got in, started the engine, and drove out, passing Sonte’s street on my way to visit my parents. I hadn’t visited them since I returned from my trip. After the visit, I decided to stop by Sonte’s house, as I couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to see what she’d been up to. It had been four weeks since I last saw her, and I had no idea how she’d been doing.
As I reached Sonte’s apartment, I began to hear voices, a sound of struggle, and objects being thrown, followed by the shattering of glasses. Those noises sent a cold chill down my spine as they continued, intensified, and reverberated from inside. Given the way Sontee sounded to me, I instantly became fearful that someone out of her league was trying to hurt her. In that moment, it was the only thought that flooded my mind. Gripped by fear, I frantically swiped through my phone to call the police. That’s when I noticed her door entrance had come into focus. It was open, but not fully.
As I opened the door and entered her apartment, I looked around cautiously and dialed ‘911’ to call the police. I believed that hearing me report the incident would scare off whoever might be assaulting her, and they would flee. But I was wrong; there was no intruder in her apartment. Instead, it was Sontee who had been throwing and smashing objects with her fists the whole time, leading me to think someone was trying to harm her. Before my eyes, Sontee continued throwing and scattering things in her parlor. In a furious rage, her fists turned red. She wore a round-neck crop top with jersey racer shorts; her eyes blazed with fury as she smashed things, as if possessed. Everywhere was a mess. Just then, the operator answered the call, asking.
ECO: 911, what’s your emergency?
I ended the call immediately, stunned by Sonte’s violent outburst. Sontee might be wild, but I had never seen her behave this wildly before. I was even more taken aback when she smashed a small wooden table with her hand, the table breaking and falling apart to the ground – she didn’t flinch. Where did she get such strength from? I widened my eyes in extreme shock. As I stood there in a state of shock and confusion, I couldn’t bear to watch her in pain. So, I called out her name.
Chloe: SONTEE!
She turned around and look at me with blazing eyes, exhaling heavily.
Chloe: Please, stop! Everything will be fine.
As I said that, I walked closer to her, closing the distance between us. Her face twitched, and she burst into silent tears, falling gently to her knees. I threw my bag onto her couch and rushed to meet her. I fell to my knees beside her, cradling her body in my arms, holding her close as she wept. I had never seen Sontee cry before, but seeing her cry evoked a deep feeling of sadness within me. Whatever was making her weep showed how hurt she was. As much as I felt sympathy for Sontee, she smelled so nice, a subtle scent that couldn’t stop me from dropping kisses on her head and sniffing her hair.
As she wept in my arms, I cradled her body closer to myself. Her voice shook with sorrow as I tried to comfort her.
Sontee: I–I miss my families so much
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Chloe: (softly) I understand, sontee. And I’m so sorry about it.
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Sontee: (tearful voice) You… you don’t understand, Chloe.. (rubbed her eyes, sniffling.)
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Chloe: Shh, I do…
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Sontee: Of course, you don’t!
She retorted, snapping her head backward to look at my face, our faces now in close range. Her face was already red, with veins pumping on her forehead; she twitched, trying to hold back her tears. I cupped her tight cheek and poured out words, knowing what it means to lose someone, looking deep into her piercing blue eyes.
Chloe: I’ve lost someone close to me before, so I feel and understand your pain, Sontee.
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Sontee: Oh, someone should… please… bring them back to life. I feel so miserable without them… Chloe, I miss them so much.
She spoke in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face as she held my forearms. Hearing her words sank deep into my heart, making me feel like I would have brought the dead back to life if I had the power. But the dead are gone, and there’s nothing we can do to change that. I sighed and cradled her body closer in my arms. I said, trying to comfort her.
Chloe: Sontee, I won’t tell you should stop crying. You can cry as much as you want. It is okay. But I’m deeply, deeply sorry for your loss. Losing someone you love is never easy, and I can only imagine the pain you must be feeling right now. Your parents were amazing people who loved and cared for you so much, and their memory will live through you. They’ll always be with you in spirit, guilding and protecting you. You’re not alone in your grief. I’m here for your, and I’ll support you through every step of this difficult journey. Take all the time you need to grieve, to heal, and to remember the good times you shared with your parents. Remember, it’s okay not to be okay really right now. It’s okay to cry, to scream, and to feel overwhelmed. But I also remember that you’re strong, and my you’ll get through this. Your parents would want you to be happy to live a beautiful life and to cherish the memories you have of them. They’d want you to keep moving forward, even when it feels like the hardest thing to do. I’ll be here for you, always.
After finishing my statement, she didn’t stop weeping – I understood her. There’s nobody who’d lose their loved ones and not be in such a state. So, I began to pat her gently in my arms, moving from side to side. As I continued patting her, she stopped weeping, except for sniffing repeatedly. Before I knew it, she had fallen into a deep slumber right in my arms. For minutes, I gazed at her beautiful, peaceful face as she slept soundly and peacefully like a baby without a care in the world. I gently flicked her red hair, which was covering one side of her face, over her earlobe, and I couldn’t help myself but to plant two gentle kisses on her forehead. I don’t want to sound bisexual, but she is irresistible, and I couldn’t ignore the urge to show her affection.
Irresistibly, I planted one last kiss on her forehead. And I quickly noticed how much bigger her breasts appeared in the top she wore, making her tight-fitting top even more snug. She Isn’t even wearing a bra, except for the crop top, which accentuated the size of her breasts and nipples. What’s more surprising is how her teardrop-shaped breasts had become fuller. Last time we met, they were quite medium in size. I shrugged and pushed the thoughts out of my mind. Besides, it’s her body, and she deserves to feel confident in her own skin.
In that moment, I began to think about how to place her in her room without disturbing her sleep. My eyes fell on her, and I sighed. Getting up, I slowly lifted her in my arms. God, this isn’t right at all. Then, I carried her into her room and placed her gently on the bed; she exhaled softly, still sleeping. I heaved a sigh of relief after that and covered her with the duvet. Then, I turned around to walk away when I noticed two beautiful baby shoes on the dresser near a big flower vase. At first, I became curious about what the baby shoes were doing there. But then, I dismissed the thought and walked out of her room, closing the door quietly behind me.
Tbc…