With You, For You

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"Medicine. They own a pharmaceutical company," I said.  "But, big brother, I spoke to her. She said she'd bring it down." I didn't say anything about the terms and conditions.  Nedum narrowed his eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid." His phone rang. "Goodnight,  Jordan. "

That was my cue to leave his room. I sighed as I lay on my bed. Tomorrow was a Saturday...

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"Nedum carry me." That was the first thing I heard when I woke up and came downstairs. 

Handkerchief.  If Chioma's was Dad's pet,  she was Nedum's handkerchief. She'd start clinging to him and be with him wherever he goes.

I went to the kitchen where my siblings were. I saw Nedum cooking and Chioma clinging onto him. He smiled helplessly at her before allowing her to climb onto his back.  "Where are mom and dad?" I asked. They were usually the first to be downstairs.

"They travelled. Took the early morning flight."

"To where?"

"London. They want to complete your registration themselves and visit someone."

"Who?"

"Don't know. So, do you have any plans for today?" He turned off the cooker. Was his back not aching from carrying her?

"Yes," I stated at the marble counter.  Bisola and I were going to meet up today. I had asked for an alternative but she refused. She said I should sleep with her or forget about the post.

I decided to give my body to her for Chioma's sake. But thinking about it,  it didn't seem that bad. Bisola had a nice figure. She was beautiful and also had 'possessions' in the front and behind.  I would gain something from her too. And Ema and I didn't get to do it yesterday.

"Oh, okay. Vivian and I won't be at home." I sighed secretly in relief. 

"Why?" I looked up as he walked past me to the dining table.  He placed oats and scrambled eggs. I helped him take the rest of the plates. I sat on my seat and put cut strawberries on my plate.

"Errands to run. Vivian come down let's eat." Chioma pouted her lips before she obeyed. Nedum stretched. His back was aching, I guessed.

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(Mature Content Warning. If you're under 16 and reading this shit, you're reading at your own risk. I'm not responsible for any action or reaction.😶) 

The gateman let her inside the house. I stood by the doors as I watched her walk in majestically. I rolled my eyes. "Igbokwe the boy," she called.  I rolled my eyes at the stupid name she addressed me with.

I walked inside and she followed me. "What do you want? Juice or water?"

"Water." I went straight to the fridge and brought her a bottle of water.

"Are we going to start now?" I asked casually. She glared at me.

"Igbokwe,  I'm in a really bad mood today. So be careful how you speak to me. I might decide to forget our deal and leave the post there."

"Okay okay. Come to my room," I told her and she followed me.

"You don't have maids or what?" She asked.

"They're on break." I entered my room with her. I went straight to my drawer and brought out a pack of condoms I usually kept there.

I looked up and saw her staring at me. "Let me ask a question, are you clean?"

"Yes, are you?" I nodded and I heard the door close behind her. We stared at each other for a long time.  "Isn't your sister at home?"

"No." Bisola snickered.

"What will she do if she finds out you fucked her enemy?"

"That's why I dared take this risk. She's not at home. And besides,  I need it badly." I said. Bisola walked closer to me.

"Me too."

The next thing was that we locked lips. Her hands wrapped around my neck. I held her waist tightly as I walked her to my bed. I felt her hands on the buckle of my belt.

Her actions were hurried. I helped her before I removed the skin-tight top that showed her curves. I pulled off my top and threw it at a far corner of my room. Her hands caressed my body as my trousers fell. I undid her bra and attached my lips on her right boob.

She moaned loudly and threw her head back.  I pushed her down on my bed and climbed over her before continuing my actions. I slipped my hand under her skirt as she spread her legs. I parted her underwear and massaged her clit. She was wet; I felt it. Hot and wet. Her hands were on my boxers, as she pulled them down. I stopped her and tore open a condom packet. She helped me attach it to my already erect junior.

I pulled down her skirt and underwear as I spread her legs further. I went in between them. My lips and hands massaged her breasts. I felt her wriggle underneath me. "Now, Igbokwe," she panted. "I want you."

I smirked and touched her wet hole. "You ready?"

"Y-yes." I entered her with one quick thrust.

I don't have much to say but, thanks for reading. I can feel that some people are dissatisfied with this author for the last scene and some are disappointed in Jordan. *Sighs* It's all part of the plot. 

Well, thank you again.  Things will be pretty rushed from the next few chapters as I want to start the story.  Yes... our story hasn't yet begun.

Thanks again. I love you.