With Pain Comes Love Book 1

Melo 4

Yaya emerged from the steam-filled bathroom like a goddess descended from the heavens. Her caramel-colored skin glowed under the gentle caress of the bathroom lights, each droplet of water adorning her like precious jewels. With her hair tumbling in loose waves down her shoulders, she exuded an aura of effortless allure.

Every movement she made seemed to cast a spell, drawing all eyes to her delicate features. Her eyes, deep and soulful, sparkled with mischief. Beneath elegantly arched eyebrows, her gaze held a quiet intensity, hinting at a wealth of hidden emotions.

Her lips, full and inviting, curved into annoyance, offering a tantalizing glimpse of pearly white teeth. There was a softness to her features, a delicate balance of strength and vulnerability that enchanted me at that moment.

Naked before me, her slender frame with her curves that could tempt even the most stoic of souls sat perfectly on her. The gentle sway of her hips and the graceful arc of her waist spoke of femininity and allure, drawing gazes like moths to a flame. My eyes were drawn to her cup A or were those a B-cup size perky boobs? Her dark nipples were erect from the little air that came in from the window of her bedroom.

But beyond her physical allure, there was a warmth to Yaya's presence that was truly captivating. A kindness radiated from her, enveloping all those around her in a comforting embrace. It was as if she held the power to soothe troubled souls with just a single glance, to illuminate even the darkest of nights with her radiant presence. It was my first time being that mesmerized by a woman and it somewhat did not sit well with me considering I had seen prettier women than her before with gorgeous bodies than her. It was a weird experience all together.

If Yandiswa didn't have the best boner-giving body, then I don't know who does! She was like an hourglass, all curves and sass. Her boobs? Oh man, they were like works of art, perfectly sculpted and just begging to be touched. Everything about her was like a dream - from her silky skin to her luscious locks.

I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to get close to her, to feel her warmth against me. Yeah, I definitely wouldn't mind tapping that, that's for sure. And seeing her in all her natural glory? It was like hitting the jackpot, a real treat for the eyes.

With a satisfied grin, I slid into the driver's seat, feeling like the king of the world. Man, I'd put on a good show back there. But as I revved up the engine of my mom's Aston Martin (which, let's be real, she never drove anyway), one thing nagged at me - Yandiswa's attitude.

Sure, she was hot as hell, but her personality? It stank worse than week-old gym socks. She was annoying, and not in a cute way either. But hey, nobody's perfect, right? So with a shake of my head, I put the car in gear and hit the road, ready for whatever the night had in store.

Ase questioned me with a raised eyebrow, "How'd you manage to sweet-talk her into lending you the keys?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, knowing my sister's weak spots all too well. "She's feeling vulnerable, so she'll do anything to get me out of her hair," I explained with a smirk.

"Lucky you, the favourite child," she quipped, a playful glint in her eye.

Rolling my eyes, I countered, "You know that's not true. So, what's your excuse going to be this time?"

She sighed, already knowing the drill. "Tell them I was crashing at a friend's place and my phone was off," she replied, her tone resigned.

"Do you think they'll buy it?" I asked skeptically.

"Daddy will. He always does," she replied confidently.

As we continued our banter, I couldn't help but address the elephant in the room. "Alcohol is the reason Dad confiscated your keys, Melody," I reminded her, my tone serious.