Chapter 31

We arrived at his residence, and I waited in the damn heels and tight dress I could barely fit into for hours. But Samuel was AWOL. I kept calling his number, and it was busy. I prepared too hard to wow him, and I could not bring myself to take the clothes off.

"This was not the start of the weekend I had in mind. I cannot believe I got all hyped up for this shit."

I plopped down before the television screen and played the new season of Euphoria, but I could not concentrate.

"What is the emergency that kept him away? Did something bad happen? Is it the issue with his brother? What is going on, and why will he not reply to any of my messages? Did he sleep off? Is his phone on silent? Maybe he is just busy having multiple orgasms with one of his special lady friends."

This is pathetic. I cannot continue this way.

I turned the television off and dealt with it the way I deal with all my problems. Stuffing my face with food. But anger would not let me allow Chef Ross to serve the food he prepared for us. I carried my baby along to the kitchen, and all bewildered eyes were on me as I filled a large bowl with cereal, and my baby gave me the side-eye.

"Do not judge me, girl. You will understand mommy someday when a boy you like is toying around with you. Not that I like him or anything. I am just saying."

I poured milk into the cereal and stuffed a portion in my mouth. I grabbed a gallon of milk and carried the whole cereal box along to his bedroom. Princess slept off after another Shrek marathon and I forced myself to sleep with her in my arms without bothering to take her to the nursery because I felt so alone in the enormous bed all by myself.

I could hear someone moving around from my sleep, and I tore my eyes open to see Samuel buttoning up his pyjamas.

"Hey. You are back?"

"Sorry. I did not mean to wake you."

His cloudy eyes drew over my body as I sat up, and he crouched before me.

"Wow, you look amazing. Now I feel worse for standing you up."

"It's okay. I was not mad or anything. I was just worried about you."

"I know. I really missed you, Debs."

"I missed you too."

I pushed my hand into his hair, and he leaned in with his warm palm cupping the nape of my neck.

"I want to kiss you, Debs. Can I?" I nodded, and his moist lips grazed mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as he kissed me passionately. He tasted like mint mixed with strawberry. He pulled back with his thumb trailing my lower lip. He latched onto my neck with his hands cupping my breast through my dress as he kissed me all over. Running me wild with his delicious tongue. "You are so fucking sexy, Debs." He bit my nipple through the fabric, making me moan his name over and over again. The sensitive feeling of his hands running over the length of my torso caused a slight shiver, and I grabbed onto his body as he pushed me back to bed with him between my legs. "I want you so bad, Debs."

His hands caressed my breasts whilst he ran me wild with his delicious tongue. His forefingers looped through the straps of my dress, and he swallowed as he pulled it down to expose my bare breasts. He trailed kisses between them and down to my belly button as he dropped my dress to my feet. He took my red lacy panties off and spread my legs before him.

"You are so wet for me, Debs." I quaked as his warm breath touched my inner thigh. "I want to bury myself deep inside you and never come out."

"Then do it already."

He lowered his head, and I jerked in anticipation. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." I tried to point, but he pushed my hand away. "Tell me. I want to hear you say it. Say it!"

"I want you to taste me."

"Where?" He bit my thigh and ran his tongue to the beginning of my folds. "Here?" He continued licking there, going no further. I groaned in pain. "Tell me where you want my tongue."

My spine was stinging like a million bees were biting it, my waist was heavy with desire, the throbbing in my core was uncontrollable.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my teeth gritted tight, and my eyes were rolling to the extreme as his fiery tongue touched my bundle of nerves. He was unravelling the delicious feelings that I had long forgotten.

"Oh… my… god. Yes." I moaned whilst grinding myself against his face. "Yes, Sam, yes."

I dragged him up, tore his clothes off, and he quickly positioned his length at my entrance. "Fuck!" I screamed and grabbed the sheets as he pushed into me.

♫ Can you hear me? S.O.S. Help me put my mind to rest. Two times clean again, I'm actin' low. A pound of weed and a bag of blow. I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers. ♫

Avicci stole my dreams, and a long hiss dragged from my lips as I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and picked it up just before it stopped ringing.

"I am Faith Andrews, the personal assistant to Mr Samuel Harrison. Am I speaking to Miss Debby Odion?"

"Yes, you are. Is something up with Samuel?"

"No, ma'am, but his wheels are up, and he will land in Addis Ababa in a few hours because of a work emergency. He apologizes for disappointing you and implores you to stay put. He will contact you at a convenient time. You are to reach me directly for any emergencies until he gets back."

"Thank you."