𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me.
❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me.
❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She crie...
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𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 "𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦" 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐞
Waking up to whom my body has started to crave was a feeling that I haven't experienced in a long time, if at all.
It's not in my repertoire to share beds with women, either party usually leaving before the sun comes up. But, this time is different.
I have a brown-skinned beauty's body intertwined with my own, her warmth radiating onto my skin, her scent enveloping mine.
She seemed so at peace, vulnerable, and so sexy. Her hair was sprawled out all over silk pillows, the weird but cute nightcap that she usually sports after hours was nowhere to be seen, probably forgetting all about her nightly regime after the rounds we went through last night.
In my opinion, I thought the past 8-12 hours I've spent with this woman was more than great, a breath of fresh air if you will. But, I guess I'm the only one that had that idea.
She had given me the cold shoulder ever since she rolled out of bed, ignoring my whole existence as she got ready for the day.
While she was dripping wet from the shower, she didn't look at me not once, and I know the fire from my gaze was more than apparent, but it was even more obvious that she didn't give two shits.
I now sit in the dining hall, hungry, confused, and most importantly, irritated.
Irritated from this whole trip in its entirety, irritated because I have no clue how things are going back home and that's usually very unlike myself, and irritated at the vixen who can't control her mood swings.
I feel my mood grow sour, and there's no doubt in my mind that Ms.Boss here is the root of that.
No one from the Macharia family joins Dimitri and I for breakfast except for Nairobi, but she only stops by to grab something light, something to do with "never training on an empty or full stomach", which is understandable.
We depart back to the concrete jungle early tomorrow morning, so all of our affairs need to be in order before the long distance causes any discrepancies.
"Are we still meeting the Macharia Men?" Dimitri asks me, spooning some oatmeal into his mouth.
"That's the plan," I swallow my food, leaning down to whisper to him, "We need to see this 'lab'"
He nods in agreement and picks up a freshly cut piece of mango, catching a small group of young women swooning over our presence. I wonder if anyone here gets to leave, the feigning mentality showcasing through their actions undoubtedly lets me know my answer.
After breakfast, we head to meet Cairo and Chief, the men greeting us with their twin smiles and bright eyes.
The ride to the laboratory was short, but interesting to say the least.
