Chapter 29: Chapter 29

So, wiping her mouth she stood and thanked him for the meal. Thank you, Omar, for this I appreciate it. I’ve got to go but I will see you tomorrow when I move it. By the way you didn’t send me the address.

Oh, sorry about that, Lemme do it right now. Ding! The message flicked on her screen ad afterwards he was well on her way. She needed to freshen up and then head to the hospital. Her father was toying with Lexi too and his wife had promised to join them after a day an so she would be coming while Marya had her surgery.

Getting inside the house, she quickly freshened up. While in the bathroom he remembered she ha not even talked with Anthony apart from him telling her that they were open. And as she dressed, she called him and put him on loudspeaker. Apparently, they had gotten quite a few more clients however they were not the type they ha targeted. When she started her business, he wanted to target celebrities because they would pay much better. But it was still okay.

At the hospital, she changed with her parents and Lexi who headed home. She did not even know how she would talk to them about moving out, because if they ever found out about Omar, there was no telling what they would do. But hopefully things would work out themselves or maybe it would end before her parents even recognized anything different.

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Lisa carried the briefcase loaded with her clothes to the ground floor. When she got there the caretaker gave her keys which had specifically been left for her. the ride in the elevator was quick and within no time she was already outside his penthouse. Just as she tried to open, he realized that it was open. Di that mean that Omar was still at home? Then what would happen.

Wiping her sweaty hands across her knee length skirt, she opened the door and tipped in. the penthouse was tastefully decorated surprisingly. There were a few paintings from various painters he could recognize, all of whom were globally big names. Then there were pictures of Omar hanging on the wall. One a full portrait while the other was just a passport. He looked sinfully handsome in the black suit.

There was no one that she knew who could handle clothes like he did. Sweeping across the room, she noticed the sparse seats that opened up into an open kitchen with granite counters. The place looked spectacular and spacious. If she was honest with herself, she liked how the place looked. And with her love for cooking, it looked like she could cook to her heart’s content.

There were stairs that led upwards were the bedrooms were or so she assumed. Climbing up the stairs one by one, she stopped at a room, opening to check. The room was also spacious decorated tastefully with a large bed covered in white covers sitting at the center. Closing the room, she opened the next room and she wished she had not. She stood transfixed by the sight before her.

Omar was draped in what one could call a scrap of towel around his well-formed legs. His buttocks were well highlighted in the short towel, and he could feel her face turning crimson. He knew she should be turning but she just could not help it. No, the saliva had literally dried on her lips. As he was wiping his wet hair, he suddenly turned to the door and the sudden turn caused the loose towel to come off sliding smoothly to lie in a heap on the ground.

Why did she feel the place becoming hot? Her face was burning but he could not turn, no the exquisite makes of his abs made her blood race. Don’t look, please don’t, he told herself a she tried not to travel downward but her way ward eyes had already looked and oh holy shit. She swallowed as his manhood stood stretched before her in all her glory.

She mistakenly looked at his face and his coy mile that seemed to say that h knew what she was thinking about burned her mind. Her nipples were painfully engorged behind her heavy sweater. But right now, she just felt too hot her breasts heavy. damn, she must have forgotten the effect he always seemed to have on here.

Turning abruptly to the other direction, red painting her cheek, she heard his low chuckle behind her. please dress Mr. Omar. She said as she felt flustered.

Ha-ha come on Lisa, it’s not like you have never seen all this, huh. He said as he moved toward her. Her back tensed as she felt him walk towards her. she could neither run nor could she turn, no she stood transfixed on the ground, her heart thumping with the intensity of African drums. She finally felt him stand behind her, his breath tickling the nape of her neck.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hot body nearly touching hers. Swallowing deeply, she turned towards him, please dress Omar. Yet her voice died at his sight. Swallowing loudly, she turned and walked out before she messed herself up.

Ill be downstair she said as she fled downstairs. Laughing softly, Omar whistle as he dressed up. He felt happy because somehow, he knew that he affected her an there was still some sexual chemistry even though she denied wanting to have sex with him. After five minutes, he went downstairs to find her seated while still observing the space around her. he looked so serene.

Taking a seat beside her, he poured himself a drink an turned to look at her. welcome to my house Lisa.

Uh um thank you, I guess. So where in which room do I stay.

Lemme take you there. Your suitcase please.