"Really... What happened?" Mrs. Chibuke asked, her brow furrowed in concern, as she turned to the mover. "Can you please put that over there? Thank you!" she added, her voice firm but polite.
Kamsi's eyes flashed with anger, her voice trembling as she recounted the encounter. "He bumped into me, and when I asked for an apology, he called me ugly and stupid!" Her words hung in the air like a challenge, her eyes daring her mom to dismiss her feelings.
Mrs. Chibuke's expression softened, her eyes filled with empathy. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," she consoled, her voice warm and gentle. "But you must understand that this isn't Nigeria, but Washington DC. The kids here aren't always friendly and polite... Plus, I think the kid must really be blind to call you ugly!" She offered a reassuring smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Kamsi's face remained stormy, her arms crossed over her chest, but she nodded slightly, her eyes hinting at a begrudging acceptance.
Meanwhile, Xavier stormed into the club party, his eyes blazing with intensity. He strode up to the bar, his movements fluid and confident. "Two shots of scotch!" he ordered, his voice low and commanding. The bartender poured him his drink, and he downed it in one swift motion, his frown deepening. His eyes seemed to darken, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon.
Just then, a voice pierced the air, snapping Xavier out of his reverie. "Damn... Where have you been?" The speaker's tone was laced with curiosity, their eyes fixed on Xavier with interest.
Damon plopped down beside Xavier, his curiosity piqued. "What took you so long, man? You look like you've lost your last marble."
Xavier snorted, his lips curling in distaste. "I had the misfortune of crossing paths with a pesky little thing named Kamsi. African, probably. All attitude and no brains." His disgust was palpable, his eyes rolling heavenward.
Qamon chuckled, his grin sly. "Ah, an African beauty, eh? I bet she had a booty to rival the Nile River."
Xavier's brows furrowed, his annoyance still simmering. "Not my type, trust me. She got under my skin like a bad rash."
Damon clapped him on the back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hey, forget about it, bro. We're surrounded by lovelies. Our pick of the litter."
Just then, a vision in black lace sashayed up to them, her diamond clutch sparkling like fireworks. Patricia's piercing blue eyes locked onto Xavier, her smile a sultry whisper. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Two handsome devils, all alone and unattended."
Xavier's gaze devoured her curves, his interest piqued. "And what do we have here? A goddess, descended from the heavens to bless us mere mortals."
Patricia laughter was a husky purr, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I think we'll get along famously, Xavier. Very famously indeed." Her gaze never left his face, the air between them crackling with tension.
Patricia glided into the room, her glass of wine shimmering in the light. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, warm and inviting, as she greeted them with a husky "Hey guys." Damon's charming smile was the first to respond, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey girl... If it isn't the hostess of the Party of the year... Patricia Newman!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with admiration.
Patricia's laughter was a rich, throaty purr, her eyes shining with mirth. "Well, I'm glad you're having fun," she replied, her gaze lingering on Damon before shifting to Xavier. Her voice softened, taking on a sultry tone. "Hey, Xavi," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of emotion.
Xavier's gaze remained steady, his expression a mask of indifference. But Patricia's eyes seemed to see right through him, her smile taking on a sly, seductive curve. "Someone seems to be in a bad mood," she purred, her voice dripping with promise. "I can help with that." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curling up in a tantalizing smile. "How about I brighten up your mood?"
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Damon's eyes gleamed with excitement, his gaze darting between Xavier and Patricia. Xavier's smirk was a thin disguise for the turmoil brewing beneath, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he stared at Patricia. Her laced gown seemed to shimmer in the light, her curves and breasts straining against the delicate fabric, making her look irresistibly hot. The room seemed to hold its breath, the promise of something exciting and dangerous hanging precariously in the balance.
Xavier and Patrícia walked into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. Xavier's eyes burned with a predatory intensity, like a hungry lion about to pounce. Without warning, he pushed her against the cold, unyielding wall. A shiver raced through Patrícia's body as her back made contact with the icy surface, heightening her senses.
In an instant, his lips claimed hers with a fervent, almost desperate hunger. The kiss was fierce, full of passion and aggression, leaving her breathless. "Oh... oh, Xavier," Patrícia quavered, her voice trembling. But Xavier gave her no respite, pressing his lips harder against hers, their breaths mingling in a heated dance.
Patrícia's hands roamed over his chiseled abs, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips. She fumbled with the laces of her dress, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Xavier mirrored her actions, yanking off his shirt with a swift motion. He then pushed her roughly onto the bed, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain from her lips.
"Ah!" Patrícia groaned, her voice a blend of agony and ecstasy. Xavier's strong hands spread her legs, his touch both commanding and tender. He positioned himself at her entrance, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered her name. "Patrícia..."
Her body arched in response, a moan escaping her lips as desire consumed her. After a few minutes of teasing and sucking at her entrance, he pressed his index finger inside her. "Xav... Xav," she cried out in pleasure, her moans encouraging him. He added two more fingers, increasing the intensity. Just as she was beginning to get accustomed to the sensation, she felt Xavier press himself inside her.
"Aaaah!" she cried, her voice a mixture of painful pleasure. Xavier began thrusting harder and faster, making it hard for Patrícia to keep her eyes open and her mind sane. "Oh... oh!" they both panted, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their intense session.
"Do you feel better now?" Patrícia asked, resting her head on Xavier's chest, her voice soft and content. The frown soon returned to Xavier's face.