Chapter 103: Chapter 103

Chapter 103

~Haven’t you avoided me enough~

“I …I came for the Skype live chatting with Khally,” Brian said coldly, his fallen watery deep-set eyes struggling to keep between the wall across and her front view which was much distracting than anything lustful in the world—her legs were wide open that they seemed to be yawning at him, when finally he was able to keep his gaze on the wall across her, he argued within himself if he would ever maintain his gaze. For a minute he was searching for the reasons behind her dressing which gave her the perfect picture of women of easy virtue.

She was by his side to fetch for herself a fluteful of the alcoholic beverage she brought for him, since he seemed to have lost interest in drinking from it.

“I will connect you to Khlally in a moment,” she said unhesitatingly, bending each time to fetch the wine and perceiving that Brian’s lustful stares were following and hanging around her inner thighs and vagina lips. She giggled, “Is it only Khally that you came for?” she asked her thick lips curling up a smile and staring at her beholder that distracted himself from feeding his eyes from her body, with his phone.

“Khally is like my son now and I missed him much more than you. I see you rather often. Come to think of it he must be a big boy now,” he sounded, feeling a bit thirsty and expecting the thirst all this while because her presence and appearance was enough to court thirst in him. He poured himself a fluteful of the wine and about having a grateful sip, he held back, and placed the flute right back on the table. A thought struck in his head and when he was done processing it, he saw a sense in it and had every reason to avoid the strong drink; what happened between him and Meyer sometime ago’; how he woke up naked next to her at dawn after having a strong wine.

“Can I have a cup of water, please,” he pled, dragging a forceful smile across his face and watching Ella stand uneasily feeding him with her firm, rolling buttocks that were barely held in the G-string. He had sensed her charm and it was an idea to avoid strong wine at the time. He needed to feel himself; to be within himself and embrace every of his conscious moves. Ella was married even though she had lost interest in the marriage it would be unheard of if he got to have a hand in her crashed marriage; if her billionaire husband should barge in on them while banging her. A clear head was what he watched out for. He had stamped it on his mind that he was not going down with Ella, he had loved her in the best of ways as a brother and there was no feeling.

When she appeared at his side with a glass of water, by tricks, she nudged the glass of water and Brian flinched to dodge the splash but it was too late as the water spilled over and splashed on him; much of it wetting his belly region and zipper.

“Holy cock!” she exclaimed, “Oh pardon me, please,” she reached to the wiper on the table, slid out some of it and dabbed on his belly to dry up the water. “So sorry,” she kept apologizing, dabbing and peeking at his zipper which was already drooping of water. Gradually in rare hunger, she drifted her services to his zipper; his penis was enough meat for her; she thought.

“No it is OK, eh,” Brian said, holding onto her hand but she remained heady

“I insist. You have no worries. I got this.” She obliged him, pressing onto his zipper yet gently and feeling thankful for the sensation of hotness that burnt through her hand, despite the wetness of her arm. It was more than grace; this was the man that peered between her legs, separated her legs, saw the head of Khally pushing through her vagina walls and helped to deliver of the baby. It was more than grace, even destiny that this day she would not just squat to his leg to dab his zipper of the water that spilled but that she would be called his and his alone. But now he was countering her effort, every bit of it and stopping her from exercising her right to follow her heart.

“Stop this,” Brian ordered; she was tickling his penis now, eschewing the dabbing of water she was ought to do, stirring his erection to resurrect from numbness.

“Hold put,” she insisted, shot her brown eyes into his fallen wary eyes that had been rolling all along and seeming to be lost within his skull. She let go of the wiper, gripped his belt and undid it.

“Ella please put yourself under control,” he begged, lost between fixing his gaze on his devourer’s yearning face or his white G-string that sank into her vagina now and flashed into his eyes. Like a newly manufactured slender tissue paper. The G-string looked brighter and neater now she was closer than afar off. When he saw the determination that housed her quietness and the way at which she pulled down his zipper he grabbed her hand, bent to her, Stop!” he barked, “If you don’t stop this minute I will begin to avoid you like plague,” he threatened, feeling her unrelenting panting and the lust that layered across her eyes. She was having an uneasy breath and nothing on earth could calm her nerves than Brian’s hold, kiss and careful tender pounding.

“Haven’t you avoided me enough? It was because of your avoidance that made me fall into the snare of this wicked, billionaire husband who thinks having this huge shelter over my head can warm my thighs, and love me the way you do. Can’t you see Brian?” a tear was surging in her left eye and soon it would leak and drop down her cheeks from both eyes.

Brian’s scowl meant tiredness even though his hardened heart was cloning into a soft feeling for her now.

She continued, “I am used to you now. All the while you cared for me while pregnant; delivered of my baby and catered for us, I became used to you. I gave you my heart and waited at your end to reciprocate this soft spot. I married his billionaire out of lovelorn caused by your avoidance. I waited for this day to come and with what this billionaire is doing to me right now; it is obvious we are meant for each other. I will be blessed to be called yours, and have your children; to lean my worries and problems on your shoulder; to be called Mrs. Brian.

Immediately she saw that Brian was looking away and not giving ears to her wail, she stood up in rage, about taking a swift step forward, the spilled water slipped her off her feet and slammed her on the floor and she hit her head and passed out.

“Fighting with breeze!” Brian exclaimed. “Ella! Ella!” he screamed on…