Dedicated to Fariarafa1

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I love many things.

So many things, and I'll list some.
Apples. Coconut Ice-cream. Iced Coca cola. Cookies. One night stands. And tube tops.

However, there is this one thing that I abhor wholeheartedly—more than humans that pick their noses and eat it.

I call it sleep deprivation.

Unfortunately, my blasting phone—un-seeming to get this memo—wakes me this morning and I can't be angrier. I hate it when my sleep is interrupted.

Taking a deep Zen breath, I reach under my fluffy pillow for my Nokia 2012 model phone. Call me old fashioned but I love it that way. Inputting my password to unlock my screen-cracked phone, I find 26 missed calls. Blast! I'm 111% sure that Maama is freaking out already.

This takes me back in time to one of my rebellious moment with father. I told him I was going to leave his house since we can't tolerate each other. Technically, I did not leave his house. I was hiding at the back of my parent's room to eavesdrop on the conversation.

I found a really suitable standing position which also allowed to peep through the windows, giving me full view into the room, I heard Maama sobbing profusely, "You must find her. Nothing must happen to my only daughter. You are always so harsh on her," her voice cracked at the end.

My heart chipped at that. What have I done? I thought. That scenario gave me a change of heart and I trudged back home with my head bent in shame.

Another blast of my phone jiggles me from my thoughts.

It is a call from Maama.

"Hello Maama." A tinge of embarrassment seep into my voice.

"Jade!"

"I have been worried here thinking—God forbid—something terrible has happened," her voice is thickened with despair. My heart drops in my chest.

"I'm sorry Maama, I slept off, I was really tired," I reply.

I had a bone-exhausting ushering job the day before, and I slept off immediately I got home. Without showering. Oh My God!! The horrors!!

"Sorry Hun. Hope you are fine?" she asks with concern evident in her tone.

"Yes Maama, I am really fine. How are you doing?"

I asked that in light of the knowledge of how father abuses her emotionally and physically.

However, she is a fanatical believer of the no divorce rule because of the shame associated with it in a typical African community setting.

Therefore, she has always been an object of abuse for father and this makes me sad angry and unhappy. It also formed a solid foundation for my "no love" theory.

"I'm fine too," she lies. "Just make sure you call your father. He is worried also," she adds.

That is a blatant lie.

"I'll try," I say, scoffing.

"You have to do more than try. He's your father," she pleads. I can imagine a small frown on her very expressive brown baby face.

"Okay Maama," I croak, rolling around in my bed, my eyes closed tightly—I need and want this conversation to end. I have never liked talking about father.

"Thank you, dear. Take care of yourself."

"You too Maama."

Today is going to be a trying day indeed, I mull, as I look out my kitchen window holding my mug of coffee. Water droplets seem choked in the air, giving off a foggy atmosphere. I feel pseudo-tranquil as I take sips of the hot drink.

Hearing about father still shakes me to the core, and I wish I can tell Maama how miserable those experiences were—but I know she won't be able to bear them, for she has always been a light-heart.

However, there are certain things that I wouldn't love to change. Like my life in the moment. I'm in my last year of study at the Pacific University, Abidja. I have an established ushering job that fetched me a good lump of money. Best of all, I have the absolute blessing of never falling in love with any of my one night standers.

Life is not this soothing for me few years ago, and I will not like to go down that memory lane.

Time, they say, knows no man and I have less than an hour to prepare for my classes.

Regardless of what you are doing or not, it flies you by.

This thought pushes me back to my bed where I listen to music from my apple speaker to calm my fraying nerves and give me the positive energy I need to start my courses for the day.

Gbam! Gbam!!

"Open your door!"

Who the hell can that be? I soliloquize.

Wrapping my bath robe around me, I reach down for my warm fuzzy slippers and trudge to the front door.

"Bitch!!!" she screams like a possessed pig, throwing herself at me like a spider monkey.

It is Adisa.

My best friend—actually, she is the only friend that I have. I met her in my first year at UNI during a really boring English class with an even more boring course code that my fantastic brain cannot recollect.

Her cattish eyes got my utmost attention, her big bum fascinated me. It still does. And that is the only reason she is still my friend.

Obviously that is an unfathomable lie.

I'm friends with her because she has a really nice spirit.

"Hello," I reply with my hands flailing in the air and doing everything possible to stop myself from pushing her on the very attractive floor.

"Can you stop clinging to me please? You know my tolerance is like a short circuit and besides I'm naked under," I plead diplomatically like Donald trump would, right? I wouldn't want to go all Bin Laden on her.

"Okay lady. I've had my fill," she responds with her hands up backing off slowly.

Pinching my nose to get some needed normalcy, I say; "First off, you have a key to my room and it is plain as glass that you do not have to bang on my door everyday like a lunatic. Second off, you don't have to cut off my air supply all in the name of a hug," I scowl at her.

She looks at me critically, with squinted cattish eyes, folded arms and feet firmly planted in the middle of my room. Honestly, she looks like a Charlie Chaplin miniature. Obviously, I do not share this idea with her as I want to live an injury free long life.

"Who pissed in your mouth? You sound very bitter," she snarls, still glaring at me by the way.

"You interrupted my morning ritual! And it's almost time for class. I've not had my bath. Cause of you," I yell angrily—playfully of course, stomping my feet and turning dramatically.

"Oh! The horrors! Your morning ritual of lying on your mattress while hugging your fluffy pillow with your smelly feet on the walls," she retorts sharply with her stomping and jumping on my mattress.

"I love your sneakers by the way."

"Don't you even dare change the topic."

"And your jumpsuit!"

"Fuck you Jade!"

"Won't you twirl for me babe?"

I guess the evil Bambi-eyed glare from Adisa brings me back to the present. I still haven't prepared for classes and she has! Adisa seem to read this from my facial expression and broke into laughter.

"Fuck you Adisa!! You don't laugh at your friends' predicament."

"Not if they brought it on themselves," she retorts with a wink.

I hurry into my bathroom for a super-fast shower. Flash would be impressed. Watching the soap suds swirl in the drain, I pray today will be prodigious.

"I'm waiting for you here!!" Adisa yells from her very comfortable position on my mattress. Oh! How I envy her.

My beige gown is worn and my makeup done under an impressive fifteen minutes. We head out to our first class for the day.

Fortunately for us the lecture room is not very far from our hostel. We speed walk so as to get there on time as our lecturer abhors lateness.

Climbing up the unending stairs, we finally get to our class feeling very out of breath. I find an empty chair to dump myself in.

"This will be great," I mutter to myself sarcastically.

The class is filled to the brim by students, with their phones out, clicking away and chattering mindlessly. Indeed, I sit at the very back of the back where I can hardly see the harry potter glasses of Dr. Fred, our very amusing lecturer.

Adisa is seating at my immediate front, besides I am sweating immensely from my workout to this miserable place and from the lack of air conditioner or fan in the lecture theatre.

Grudgingly, I decide to commit myself to this 2-hours long lecture.

Let it begin!

Finally, the exhausting class is over and it is time to go back home and continue my recovery from last night hard work.

Money making is never easy.

"Did you hear there is a party at Meemi by 8pm?" Adisa says whilst skipping besides me as we continue our exodus back to the hostel.

Mulling over what she said, I realize it has been awhile since I have got shagged. I decide it is high time I resurrect my dead lady parts.

Moreover, I terribly need to get over the straying thoughts I had this morning.

"Are you interested? There will be hot guys and alcohol," she adds chirpily. Still skipping.

Adjusting my backpack properly I pretend to think deep about it.

"Yea I think I will. Are you going?"

"Of course I am. Can't you see I'm skipping happily cause of it already," she answers with a shit-eating grin on her oval face.

Waving over to certain classmates on the other side of the road, I ask, "What time is it?"

She rolls her eyes upwards in frustration.

"I told you already. It's 8 till dawn."

"Alrighty Ady," I reply, knowing how much she hates that nickname. I receive a really hard whack on the back cause of that.

"Geez! You pack such a hard punch for that tiny frame of yours," I grunt angrily.

Adisa in all her glorious maturity stuck her tongue at me.

Oh well! We finally part ways to go to our various apartment.

*

A vigorous preparation of two hours gets me ready for the Meemi party and it did not take long to catch an Uber ride.

Meemi parties has been acclaimed to contain hot boys and pretty girls in attendance.

It is high time that I find out.

My Uber driver is a stoic man with a permanently etched frown on his brown-skinned face.

Honestly, he looks tired, angry and hungry. I ultimately decide to keep to myself and endure the journey as the car keeps bumping and frolicking—the latter is indeed very true, into terribly deep port holes, I have to clutch my seatbelt for buoyancy.

Finally, I get to my destination all in one piece. The taxi speeds off angrily like it couldn't wait to get away from me. Well, I'm happy I'm out of it, I mutter quite bitterly to myself.

The venue is very easy to locate as it is bustling with humans and loud music. Making my way into the party hall that is wide open, I look around for Adisa. I meet different face type that I have never come across.

My body hums and thrums in anticipation of what is to come as the scintillating and tantalizing wavelength of the music seep into my soul, awakening something primal inside of me.

Still looking around for Adisa, I decide to call her 12-digits. I reach for my phone in my back pocket.

Just before I hear a scream right in my eardrum.

"Bitch!!"

She is here.

"Do you know that scream of yours has cut off two valuable minutes of my life?" I grill, scowling at her. She is clinging at me again, like a vulture to a carcass. I shake my head in frustration and awkwardly return her bone crushing hug.

"Are you ready to party?" Adisa asks over the music.

"Of course. We are going to have lots of fun here," I return.

She nods her agreement. We high five and go in search of drinks.

Sipping my glass of bitches' n gents, I look around, unsurprisingly, I still do not find a familiar face.

There are definitely loads of fit-looking lads. Casting my eyes towards the bar man, I request for another glass.

I take my time enjoying my second drink and I swear in the name of all the cutleries on planet Earth that I can feel eyes on me.

Turning around I realize that my assumption is indeed correct.

There is this dark haired fella staring intently at me from the other side of the bar table.

Downing the rest of my drink in a very large gulp, I summon a very super-human supply of energy.

I tread lightly towards him, and this gives me the ample opportunity to access his features as discreet as possible. I take my time getting to him.

He is simply beautiful. His brown cocoa eyes were innocent looking and his beautiful granite-cut jaw impress me.

"Are you new?" he enquires, his voice raspy, whispers of good sex.

"Yes and no, depends on your context," I answer, my eyes fixed on him as I slide in to the bar stool next to his. My eyes remain glued to his angelic face. He oozes innocence and sex. A very odd combination.

"Are you new to this party?" he returns with a smirk on his cheek.

"Well yeah. I am. I take it you're not?" I riposte, waving over the bar maid for another glass of bitches' n gents.

Sipping my drink, I raise my eyes to his only to find he is already staring.

He is so definitely bigger than I am with broad shoulders, really broad shoulders, which I will not mind to clench on in ecstasy. His black tee is really fitted. And I swallow in anticipation. I have my eyes on this one and I will have him.

"No I'm not."

I move closer to him and notice him leaning in too, of course so we can hear each other better, definitely not because of the pull—chemistry—between us at this very moment. I will love to believe that the loud, ear-splitting music is the reason for this.

We are having a staring contest.

"Do I know you?" he probes with his eyes roaming over my face breaking our contest.

"Why do I feel this connection with you?" he continues with a suspicious look on his beautiful face.

"Is that how you flirt with girls?" I answer, laughing lightly, trying really hard to pretend as if my skin is not buzzing with electric sparks.

"That's really amateur of you," I plod on with my arms folded, trying to glare at him.

It is almost impossible.

He throws his head back in a deep rambunctious laughter and it gives me a full view of his muscular throat. I'll definitely love to suck on that, I thought.

"You are funny," he mimes.

His beautiful mouth—shaped like a cupid's bow, soft-looking and pink, definitely ripe for the plucking—captures my rapt attention, and I move closer, really closer, shortening the space between us to nothing.

I catch a whiff of his scent, it is yummy and delicious and intoxicating-sufficiently driving me crazy.

Finally, I connect my lips to his and nip at the corner of his seductive lips.

It feels unfathomable compared to other kisses that I have had, my previous kisses—trust me, and I have had many—definitely did not come close.

I deepen the kiss till we are both gasping for a much needed air.

Only to continue our staring contest. I decide it was now or never.

"I want to get laid by you. Are you in?" I inquire, quite boldly, if I may add.

He continues to look at me with an art of masterful calmness that is starting to make me itch.

I return his look, wondering why it is taking him so long to give me a needful reply.

"Why do you have to make it sound so crude?" he counters.

Finally.

It is never in my agenda to share my "no-love" theory with my 'would be fuck me boys'. So I look at him critically before I giving my reply.

"I do not sugar my words. It is what it is. All I need from you is a good hard fuck not some love shit. I'll ask for the last time, are you in or not?" I re-enquire in a very neutral voice, carefully watching his features as he appears to be deep in thought.

He simply pulls me out of my chair and leads me up the tiled stairs to a room on the left corner.

Stopping abruptly, he asks, "Are you sure about this?" looking deep into my eyes with something definitely akin to lust.

I look at him, running my gaze all over his tall form, "I asked for this, yes, I am totally ready."

He doesn't wait for me to finish before he draws me into the unlocked room.

He turns the door knob which is shining golden under the dimmed light of the passage way.

My whole body is shuddering in anticipation and I am counting down already.

Opening the door, I step my feet into a rug carpeted room with a king sized bed in the middle.

There is a dressing table against the wall and nightstand beside the bed. The room looks similar to one from a five star hotel what with the fancy silk curtains decorating the windows.

I feel his large hands on my waist and it takes a mighty amount of willpower not to react and grab him where the sun doesn't shine.

Looking up at him as I only reached his shoulder, I stand on my tippy toes and place a light-feathered kiss on him, it always seem to work on my past one night-stands and with him staring at me, looking dazed, I believe it works on him too.

His eyes twinkle under the dim-yellow light and I tug at his Afro bun trying to urge him to get down to business.

He continues staring at me, intently, if I may add. His large paws on my waist send an influx of positive charges and my skin was buzzing, needing a release before I electrocute or something.

"You are different," he purrs, surprise evident in his voice as he tug on my long braids while his right hand caress my pointy chin.

"Is this foreplay or what?" I question, restless with wanton need, and he wasn't giving out any.

"What if it is?" he retorts, smiling wickedly, like he is enjoying this. My pulse was pounding as I realize what game he is playing.

He is teasing me.

"What gives?" I finally ask impatiently.

"I give you a long hard fuck like you asked for and you give me three dates," he whirrs in my ear, swaying me from left to right.

And I am getting lost in the rhythm till his sentence register in my short circuit brain.

"Are you for real?" I ask in utter astonishment.

"Yes I am."

He stops swaying to look deep into my eyes. His eyes are gleaming with delight and something else.

It seems to me that he thinks I will have no choice but to accept his ridiculous offer. Appears he isn't as innocent as he looks.

"No," I whisper sharply and back away from him. "If you can't give me what I want, I'll always find someone else to, who wouldn't suggest ridiculous offers," I add, raising my pointed chin in defiance.

He stands in the same spot with his hand thumbing his beard, deep in thought.

"Do you want to have a seat?" he asks. This is a shock to me as don't want all this with him.

However, I'm a real hard bitch and I always get what I want regardless of the obstacles. This is one of those situations and I decide to humor him.

"Why not?"

I move towards the Master bed and sit atop.

He positions himself beside me.

"Think about my offer. I'm sure many girls will die for this opportunity," he declares steadily, still observing me with those hypnotizing eyes of his, like he is trying to figure me out.

I huff in laughter at what he said.
"Who are you?"

He looks at me with something similar to shock in his eyes, I can't be sure for he covers it with a smile in the twinkle of an eye,
"You don't know me?" he presses cautiously.

"Why should I know you?" I retort in confusion as to who he is.

"Are you a celebrity or what?" I query.

He continues to look at me with a very indescribable expression before his face broke into a smile. Wow, I mumble to myself, his smile is earth shattering and heart-warming.

"I'm Timi," he offers, with his eyes twinkling like diamonds, as if delighted about something. A stupid part of me hopes I am the reason.

"And I'm Jade, and I shouldn't have told you that," I return. It is getting late and time as I know waits for no man.

His expression changes to a very serious one as he said, "Come here," with a highly domineering tone. Honestly, it turns me on.

And I find myself jumping on his lap like a cat at a mouse. I cling to him tightly. Finally, he gives me what I have wanted from the very beginning.

Our kiss isn't those sweet slow pecks on rom-com. It is deep, primal and ferocious. It comes from a place of urgent need and want.

We nip and devour each other violently. It is push and pull, needing immediate attention.

Our tongues and hands clash and fight for dominance and I find myself wanting more. I grab all over him, tugging at his hair, pulling him closer.

Eventually, he cut off the kiss and stare raptly at me, as I at him. I can see pure lust and desire and something else that makes his nose flare.

Maneuvering me, he lays me flat on his bed with his large eyes still staring at me.

"Take off your clothes," he commands again with glistening eyes, his husky voice doing things I wouldn't admit to, to my body.

"Only if you take yours off," I bit back sharply. I hate being told what to do.

He answers with a wolfish grin that took my breath away, making my heart beat in tandem with the blood pounding in my veins.

"You are feisty," he perceives in an admonishing tone, "You'll make this all the more interesting and difficult to end," he concludes.

The hint of something more rouse a deeper longing in me, awakening my dead lady bits. I yank him closer by his cotton t-shirt, taking it off him in the process.

My hands roam happily all over his really broad shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist. I hear his wild grunt as he finally leech on my neck, nibbling up to my ear lobe.

"By God, you have skin like silk," he murmurs in my ear as he hard-press against me. He turns, staring intensely at me with so much purpose.

He grins at me, his eyes sucking me in, into his brown orbs. I run my tongue over my lips, my panties is soaking wet, my vagina clenching, needing release.

I thrust my heavy, throbbing boobs at him and his nose flare in return before he rips my flimsy cotton top in two exposing my creamy boobs to the air.

"You have to go easy on my shirt," I grumble with a small smile.

"Don't worry, you can always have mine."

My nipples are begging to be touched, bitten or pulled. His cupid shaped pink mouth descend on my right nipple and he suckle on while squeezing my nipples.

His hand fondle my other breast and I find myself moaning in a trance-like state. Wanting more.

He continues his ministration as his other veined-hand skim down my flat firm stomach to unbutton my shorts before dragging them down.

His deft and skilful fingers rip my flimsy thong, leaving my cunt clenching and unclenching.

My hands wrap around him, scratching him from the nape of his neck down to his round delectable globes of ass. I reach for his dick palming it in the process.

His package is simply impressive. Impressively thick and long and hard, making me hum and moan in pleasure. Encapsulating everything I want and need in this very delirious moment.

"You are huge," I marvel in total wonderment.

"It's all for you babe."

I scoff lightly at his poor flirting skill.

His hands brush my thighs—a very erogenous zone—and lifts them up, one after the other and I hiss in pleasure, my whole body quavering and wanting for more.

"Hold on to me tight Jade," he susurrates lowly in my left ear, "I'm about to fulfill your request." he completes huskily, looking straight into my eyes. His stare is successfully driving me crazy and I squirm when he pulls back to pull off his briefs.

"Let me," I mutter impatiently as I try to roll a condom on his dick. It is even bigger now that I am holding it in my palms. It feels like a trophy. My personal trophy for this beautiful night. Rolling a condom unto him plus holding his thickly veined dripping cock makes my pussy flood. And I can feel all the damn juice dripping out of me. Making me pant as I don't waste time in pulling him closer to me.

A delectable scream tear out of me when he finally humps into me, my whole being quiver with want, I could cry out. He is holding back and I do not know why.

"Please," I cry weakly in absolute pleasure while holding unto him.
"Don't stop," I burble. I am almost there. I am in pain. An enjoyable kind.

He drives a finger into my flooding pussy then adds another, making me to moan in relief.

"You're so wet for me baby, are you turned on?"

Mockery is evident in his voice.

"Yes!! I am," I scream out helplessly in so much ecstasy and pleasure.

"You'll come for me, won't you, pussy cat?" he tarries on.

"Yes!!! I will," I yell again. I am almost there. Almost. And he withdraw his fingers.

I cry, reaching out for him but he is far away already. Out of my hand's reach.

"Do you agree to my terms and conditions?" he asks, coolly glancing at me like he has all the time in the world, teasing me, sliding his huge cock in and out of my dripping cunt, making me want to weep.

"What term is that?" I ask bitterly, with my hands folding across my belly, "What term made you stop abruptly? That was very unfair and uncalled for."

I can't help but whine as my whole being is screaming for relief.

Relief from this slow spreading burn that is starting to kill me.

"Three dates Jade. And I will give you everything you want and more," he declares firmly moving closer to brush my hair from my face while peering closely into my eyes.

I sit still, in perplexity. What is the connection between a one night stand and three dates? I thought. This is a very ludicrous deal.

"Tell me Jade. What's going through that beautiful head of yours?" he probes, breaking into my thoughts. Still resting all his weight on his arms. I am duly impressed. He is totally different from the others who could only last for ten minutes top.

"Don't you think your term is a bit weird?"

I gaze at him, his face glowing like an Adonis' in the dimmed lights. I try to figure out what is end game is. But I cannot.

Not in this passionate state that I am.

"No, I do not think so," he throws back with a little frown on his face.

"One date," I answer sharply, my lips pouting in concentration.

"One night stand equals one date." I finish off, quite proud of myself for my negotiating skills.

"Two," he mutter heavily.

"Please," he adds humbly at the end.

Internally, I am having a very intense conversation with myself, like, why does he want take me out on a date? Then again free date equals free food. And I love food. And I have shortage of food at home.

I made my choice already.

He moves closer to me, and his mouth lap at my breast, like a dog. I hiss sharply. Getting turned on immediately, I bring him closer for a kiss.

"Do you agree?" he asks, drawing away to look at me. And I do not want that, I definitely do not want him drawing away from me. I need my release and I am going to get that.

Pulling him closer I mutter a yes and he immediately began pumping his dick into me, slowly at first before he gains momentum.

His fingers are pinching my clitoris while his dick is hitting my g-spot. He pulls out for a second and rams back in. His lips return on my boobs again, doing all kinds of things with it that my brain cannot register.

All I know is that I am flooded with pleasure. There are stars—shining bright like diamonds under sunlight—behind my closed eyes. I feel high and I am riding on a cloud.

My moans and his grunts are testifiers to the pleasure we are both getting at the moment. He pumps faster and faster, his groans of pleasure in my ear.

Suddenly, he flips me over in a doggy style, still fondling my breasts. This position hit different and now I am crying out in pleasure.

"YES!!! YES!!!!!!" I keep chanting till my sight is blinded with stars, moon and sun altogether, he continues pumping, riding out my orgasm.

This becomes too much for me, too much pleasure and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop," I beg. And with a last grunt and pump he does. I fall unto the bed beside him, exhausted from just a round.

"I'm still not done with you baby. Fasten up, cause I'll be taking you for a long ride this night," he whispers lowly in my ear with his eyes twinkling at my muddy brown—almost black—ones. Eyes full of promises.

Wicked promises.

*

Light filter dimly, through the cotton curtains, I stretch and pull my taut body only to discover a light snoring beside me.

Memories of last night come flooding, and I smile to myself, happy because finally my wish was granted. Wasting no time, I leap off the bed and pick my ripped pieces of clothing. I am currently undies-less, and I steal his T-shirt since he ripped my blouse.

I check my appearance in the glass mirror available just above the dressing table. I look well laid and tended to, what with the wild smirk on my face and the lightness in my chest, I fell well-sated, definitely ready to take on the world.

Satisfied with my look, I move towards the adjacent door, ready to take my leave, just like I do with all my one night standers, even if Timi triggered something in me.

Only for a muscular hand to snake around my abdomen pulling me right back into the bed. I give out a loud yelp in return.

"What the hell!" I hiss aloud in anger. I was frightened.

"That should be my line," he murmurs against my neck. "What the hell? Where are you going?" he says, glaring at me accusatorily.

"This is a one night stand. I have a place to get back to. And thanks for the rounds by the way. Never met a guy with such stamina. I'm greatly pleased," I answer, moving to get away, only for him to pull me closer.

This guy must be crazy.

"You owe me two dates," he reminds me, raising a sleek brow in a challenge as I stare—more like, glare—at him.

"I know," I provide. He looks taken aback. "I just have to leave this place, I have a life you know," I pause to check my bare wrist, "Besides, it is 9:00 AM on the dot. My friend is probably worried."

That is actually true, I am sure Adisa has been trying to reach my number. But, unfortunately, my phone is dead.

He stares at me as if trying to figure me out. Again. I stare back coolly at him too. I become aware of him. Again. His hair is tousled nicely, even with our rough lovemaking from last night—I want to run my hands through them.

And his eyes are real sexy in the wake of the morning, the light filtering from the curtain gives them a molten gold color and I feel my heart jolt at this.

He reeks of pheromones and my body is most definitely reacting to them. My senses surge to a level where I cannot bridle them.

I have never felt pure unadulterated lust as such before. His gaze rove all over me. I am pulsing with desire all over again.

However, I decide not to give in to it this time as my bodily reactions to him gives me a fright.

"I'm ready to go now, I must go now. In fact, I need to go now." I whisper crazily.

"I need your number," says Timi so softly, extending his hand, soft to the touch, towards my cheeks. I take in a gush of air as my heart skipped a beat. What is happening?

I call out my number to him, totally bewitched by his hypnotizing stare and voice.

"I will text you," he assures.

I nod.

"And you will reply?" he asks with a slight frown.

I nod again.

He seems pleased with my answer, giving me a wide smile that shows off his pearl white teeth.

No part of me is prepared for the sensations running through when Timi placed a soft kiss on the shell of my ear.

"I will miss you."

My heart pounds and my leg shakes as I wear my strap sandals.

The picture of him—in nothing but boxers, looking like an Elite model—seeing me out embeds in my brain and it will take another round of night stand, with another willing male, to exterminate him.

From my brain, of course.

****

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