Balyze Acaau.
2:20 a.m
Manhattan.
The fullness of her lips, grazed the rough edge of the wine glass. Salty tears trickled down her face, the blackened mascara pooling around her bronze colored eyes watered with distress.
Allowing her mouth open, the ruby colored wine sloshed around in her mouth, gulping it down with quickness. Another lonesome night, where a home wasn't a home, and yet again the love was always one sided.
Fed up, was what she was. Tired was what she was. Stupid, was what she wasn't. Her mind knew more than what she should have, she was perceived to be someone who was dumb, she knew everything.
Every second, every minute, each hour Balyze counted. Her eyes trained on the clock mounted against the wall, her mind trained that when he stepped foot into this door, all hell would break loose. But, she didn't have the energy for it.
Finishing off her sixth glass of wine, Balyze slammed the glass onto the miniature coffee table as the impact rung her ears. Standing up, her 5'8 stature, sauntered up the stairs, her shoulders drooped with each step she took against the black coated hardwood spiral stairs.
Pushing open the door to their master bedroom, she was met with quietness. Something she'd grown accustomed too. Quietness wasn't what she dreamt of when she agreed to move in. She expected liveliness, she expected a escape. Here she was craving for some affection, but she knew his affection was being smothered onto someone else.
A woman scorned was she.
•••
Amare's chiseled chest flexed as his stoic built body, stood in front of Jazlyn's. His mahogany colored orbs peered down at the woman, his stare intimidating and his eyes filled with lust.
He didn't know Jazlyn from a can of paint, yet here he was again creating another soul tie with his penis. Grabbing her small hands compared to his, he pulled her from the hotel bed.
Bending down, Amare began to pepper kisses on her champagne colored skin. Letting out soft moans in pure enjoyment, Jazlyn cupped the side of Amare's face, her features contorted in pleasure.
Without full knowledge to Amare, Jazlyn was a worker against her will, her mind chained from being free, she was only used to the hotels and mansions she would preform her acts in. The outside world was very slim to her.
Sexing different men, from different pathways of life, Jazlyn was used to her body being used in ways she would've never imagined. If Jazlyn knew she would grow up to be a uneducated prostitute, her life would have been in the depths of the afterlife.
But this time, it felt different. Usually Jazlyn's flower wouldn't get moist, but somehow with Amare her clit throbbed in anticipation. She was surprised when someone as handsome as Amare stood in the doorway. His frame towering over here. Amare's dark skin glimmered under the yellow toned light, his physique highly admirable. Jazlyn was in awe.
Amare told her he was very dominant when it came to the bedroom. He wanted to be in control, pleasing women was something he craved, he enjoyed, he took pride in being able to watch a woman's legs convulse and erupt in endless orgasms. He took pride in watching their bodies go limp after he was done dicking them down.
He was a carnivore for the pussy. It was his drug that he refused to keep taking.
Fisting Jazlyn's mauve colored hair into his palms, he yanked her head back giving him more view of her slender neck. Latching his lips onto her flesh, he began to suck as if he were a bloodthirsty vampire. Twirling his tongue around her neck, her soft moans began to creep louder, as her twat leaked of juice.
