Chapter Five: Elijah

Her eyes are wide, her jaw agape as she steps into my rented apartment. There isn't exactly anything special about it, considering the woman before me is married to one of the riches men in the music industry. It does have me wondering what kind of squaller she had been living in the past half a year.

"I'll grab you something to sleep in."

"There is no need. I doubt anything you own would fit me."

Her eyes drop. How can a woman dressed so provocatively have such low self respect?

"I'm sure I'll have something. Make yourself at home."

She nods and sets herself down on the cream couch. Her demeanour is that of a rigid woman meeting a partners parents for the first time. I disappear down the hall towards the bedrooms, stopping at Maciek's door to listen. It seems he and his play thing have gone out for the evening. I pull out my phone and shoot him a text.

E: I have a refugee for the night. Stay at your toy's till tomorrow.

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M: refugee? I hope you haven't done anything stupid.

Not yet, I Muse to myself. I click open the door to my room and begin my search for somethk that may cover the body of my target. I find my biggest tee and a pair of basketball shorts that I wear for those days off I give myself.

"Here," I step lightly towards the pink haired woman on my couch and toss the clothes beside her. She bits her lip as she looks the clothes over.

"Feel free to have a shower. I believe there should be some feminine shower things in the cupboard under the sink." Again she just nods, pushing up from the couch. She seems to wince a little, lifting her feet one at a time.

"Your feet. Do they hurt?"

"A little," she gives me a small smile. Its nothing like the radiant one she gave me this afternoon. It seems full of anxiety. I drop to my knees in front of her and unzip the tight boots from her soft, bare thighs and pull them off her feet.

"You can borrow my slippers. My brother wont be home tonight so you can have my bed. I'll stay in his."

"The couch is fine," she shoots back. I shake my head then turn to point towards the bathroom door.

"Showers in there."

In taken back when she leans forward, her lips firmly planted on mine. In a moment of weakness, I lean into her, my lips part as my hands rest on the side of her thighs. Her tongue seeps into my mouth, tasting of alcohol I can't quite put my finger on as we explore each other. She pulls back after amomenr, her cheeks flushed with a red hue.

"Thank you," she whispers standing to her feet.

Her eyes drop followed by her head and she patters towards the bathroom. I sigh. The last thing I wanted was to bring her here, nevermind have my tongue in her throat. I head to the kitchen pour two glasses of water and rummage in the cupboards for something to eat, but as per, there's nothing. Of course there's no food, we rarely eat here. Lefties soft lips keep playing on my mind and all I can think is how I want more.The bathroom door clicks open. For a moment its as if time itself has stopped as Colette Mcmannon steps out, my tee clinging to all her curves as my shorts hang from her waist. Her cheeks have a rosy tint them as she stares down at her feet.

"See," she grumbles. "Nothing you have fits me."

My god, this woman. How Howard could stray from someone so… beautiful, bewilders me. She stands, my employer's wife, looking so effortlessly beautiful in my clothes and all I can think about is how not to behave like that predator back at the club.

"I think it fits fine."

What I wanted to say was how perfect she looks in my clothes with no make up on. Her face reddens.

"There was quite a lot of famine products in there. Your girlfriend must stay over a lot."

Is she fishing to find things out about me?

"I don't have a girlfriend. I wouldn't have missed you back if I did."

"Oh."

"My brother has a lot of women stay over."

Her eyes meet mine and there's a little twinkle to them.

"Oh," she looks away, trying to conceal a smile.

"Ive got you some water. I figured you'll be thirst from the alcohol."

She moves towards me in the kitchen area. Her hips sway, Jesus Christ I need to get laid. Her breasts bounce ever so slightly in the tight fabric of my tee. Fuck. Women don't really have an effect on me unless I plan on fucking them, and She's off-limits. But that doesn't stop my cock from twitching in my jeans as she leans on the kitchen island with those big green eyes staring up at me. I hand her the glass and she drinks it so slowly. Drinking water shouldn't be so sexy.

"Thank you… again. For helping me out with that guy and giving me a place to stay for the night."

"You're welcome." I can't take my eyes off her. She fidgets uncomfortably. I realise it's because I'm staring.

"My room is at the end of the hall. You should get some rest."

She nods, taking a step back. But then she stops and that same twinkle in her eye seems brighter. In a bold move, she grabs my shirt and presses herself against me. Her soft lips crash into mine and in another moment of weakness I lift her up on top of the counter. This is bad, I tell myself, my hands roaming over her body as her legs wrap around my waist. My lips trail down and across her jaw.

"Felix," she moans as my fingers playfully squeeze her hardened nipple. She grabs at my tee in an attempt to remove it. That's what snaps me back to reality. I need to take her right here and now could cost my $750,000.

"You should get some rest. Sleep off the alcohol."

He face twists with embarrassment. I offer to help her off the counter but she just lifts herself down and disappears down the hall towards my room. Each step seems light as if she's walking on her tiptoes. The moment she's inside and the door closes, I'm in that bathroom. I waste no time tugging my cock out jeans and jerking myself off to completion. Every thought my imagination came up with was with the woman who now sleeps in my bed. How her soft legs hooked around me. The sweet and salty taste of her sweat on her neck. How full her breasts felt in my hand. Fuck. Hiwndid this happen? It's as though she is the forbidden fruit and in gagging to have a taste. I need to get laid before I do something I can't take back.