𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 72. ~~

The silence that followed after was something she couldn't forget. And also the look of pain and hurt on the man. His eldest son had indirectly apologized to Demilade for what his father said but Demilade didn't seem concerned about it. And he wasn't apologetic about what he said either.

It was mean but she can't deny the little joy she felt that he defended her.

She hunched forward and took off her heels and she rubbed her feet repeatedly, massaging them. She felt sorry for the poor feet which have been strapped in the heels almost all day.

When she noticed Demilade wasn't finished with whatever he was doing, she took her bag, clutch, and shoes and went up to her room.

Demilade entered the house and went up to his room. It was empty. He wondered where Lola was. He went ahead to the room she stayed in while she lived with him.

And there she was. She was still in her dress but her shoes were laying beside her chair on the floor. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, using makeup remover to wipe away the makeup on her face. She turned around when she noticed a presence in the room.

"You are done with your calls." It wasn't a question. More of a statement and she went back to what she was doing.

He just stared at her.

"Why do you come here?" Was the first thing he asked.

"Isn't this my room?" She answered without looking at him. Then she used her foot to press the footpad at the bottom of the waste bin beside the vanity, and the top lid popped open. Then she dropped the cleanser she used in wiping off her makeup into the waste bin and she took her feet away while the lid closed.

She stood up and walked up to him.

"Why are you staring at me like that? I already answered your question." She said and she backed him. "Help me unzip. Please."

He did nothing and she turned back to face him. And before she could say anything he pulled her closer, surprising her. Then he closed the distance between them, locking lips with her.

Adrenaline ran down her spine as his lips came into contact with hers. The heat and taste of him mixed with the taste of alcoholic whiskey left a staggering rush all around her body and it makes her knees go weak. And she didn't bother resisting him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his nape, drawing him closer.

She had wanted to kiss him since the first time they locked eyes in their old sitting room in her father's house. She only wanted to play hard a bit. But now that he had touched her with those magic fingers that he have no idea he possess, she couldn't resist.

She opened her mouth giving him entrance and he intertwined his lips with hers.

It felt so magical. It felt like an eternity since she kissed him. It left her astounded by how addicted someone could be just from kissing.

She moaned into his mouth when he brought his hand to her hips. With a speed that surprised her, he turned her around, pulling her up against the wall. He pulled her closer from her hip and his other hand squeezed gently unto her ass cheek earning him another quiet moan. And he slowly moved a hand up her body to her long sleek weaves.

Slowly, his hand found its way to her zipper and he unzipped her dress and then he traced light circles with his fingers on her exposed back, making her shudder under them. He nibbled her lower lips, groaning lowly.

He breaks the kiss long enough for him to pull his native top off. He was glad he had taken off the first piece when he went to his room. She also slide out of her gown and they resumed their fierce kisses. He kissed her as if he wanted to consume her, devour her alive. Hard kisses, desperate, wanting kisses.