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c h a p t e r 24: Predators And Preys

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Without further talk, let's get into the chapter.

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Zayyad

"Twenty seconds thing?" She repeats, and immediately, I regret the words.

It wasn't a twenty seconds thing, Beverly, it felt like taking a step into Jannah.

She hops off the hammock, slides her feet into a pair of flip flops on the ground, about to make her way back into the house. She almost walks past me but I grip her forearm, trying to stop her, and in the process, my laptop slips from my hold, we quickly try to reach for the electronic at the same time before it falls to the ground but our heads bump into each other. Hard and quick. How stupid is it trying to catch something in the dark?

Two heads crashing isn't a good experience because I feel my brain wiggle like jelly, I know it's a phantasm, but still...

"Why's your head so hard?"

"Yours isn't any better, it's like a damn boulder," She laughs and my heart leaps, melting my spleen.

"I'm sorry about your laptop," She bends to pick it up from the floor, tries to inspect it but I take it away from her. The thought of something happening to my laptop which contains almost all my files sends my heart into a race.

"I hope it's not fuckin' broken, all of my documents are in here," My voice comes out harsh, shocking me. My spleen was back on. I'm angry. At what? Her.

"Well, I didn't ask you to hold me back," She nonchalantly utters.

"Please, be quiet," I demand, pressing the power button of the laptop as I take strides to go sit on the hammock.

Her freakin' words in the kitchen. I had thought of them that night and they hit me, now she's here, just her scent and I'm dying to kiss her again, but damn! I don't want her to mess with my head. To mess with me. I do not want to be a rebound.

"That was mean," She says in a childlike manner, following me.

"Sorry,"

"Is it broken? I don't think it hit the floor so bad." She sits beside me and my body stiffens. My mind flips back to when my hands felt her skin. Her thigh. Her ass. Walahi! It felt so good. I wanted to feel so many other places, too. I felt the need to pleasure her.

Okayyy...slow down. What's going on here?

Thankfully, the laptop boots. It's working. I heave a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, it's not broken," She says, and I look at her through my peripheral vision, the light from the booted laptop illuminates her face and I can now see her better.

"Yeah. What are you doing outside by the way? It's past 10:00 pm,"

"I couldn't sleep. I came out here like six minutes before you did, which I almost believe you heard me come out of my room and that's the reason you came here,"

"You wish, Eniola."

"You wish, Eniola," She mimics, and I shake my head, amused.

She's quiet now, going through her phone, and I, my laptop. It's quite distracting writing a speech while someone's sitting next to me, it doesn't sit right with– "Who the hell writes their speech?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts.