Chapter 5: Searching

“It’s Rey now” …Kisha scoffed.

She even has a surprise for you. I don’t think anything can ever beat that you’ve got yourself a real hottie.

I think you should stick with her. You look real good together.Her hands trembling

Corey recognized that look so well…. jealousy was clouded in her tone. He enjoyed every bit of it.

He didn’t want to get her all worked up because of Mama Uyioku’s presence, so he kept his mischief for another day.

*** flash back****

Walking to the bathroom to cool off, he didn’t want to wake her up.

He needed to strategize smartly this time, he was sure this time that he didn’t just want her, he needed her to feel everything he felt and then decide what’s good for her.

A thought crossed his mind.. his lips curled up to a devilish smile.

How can I ever forget about Brenda he thought, he needed to bring her to the limelight.

She has the spark and power. She would do anything to drown in his arms, his plan was set in motion.

He phoned her, immediately she picked.

Stark city awaits your beauty. What do you say ?

Brenda got the message and booked the next available flight to Stark City.

“Yes … finally he wants me” She giggled.

He noticed my beauty, admired my confidence. This time she was ready to give it all she got, she brought in her A-game.

I was born ready. She rehearsed, looking at the mirror admiring her curves and tit.

***end of flashback***

Kisha excused herself, she felt drained, utterly speechless.

She wanted to voice out her frustration, so she drove straight to Mylo’s condo.

The door was wide open, she welcomed herself in, slum on the couch like a log of wood. Closing her eyes she started hearing strange voices, she took a baseball stick swinging it in motion.

Could a thief have barged into Mylo house?, she didn’t think too much about it when she saw the door wide open.

Ohhh! Yh Poulo …. ohh baby! you are so wild.

Look how you are riding mamita so well, humping on my ass.

Ahh… fill me with your loads… this is the best doggy I’ve had in a long time.

Mylo's head was spinning because his dick was causing her to squirt; like an erupted volcano she came over and over again.

Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo.

Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now.

She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers.

Corey… fuckkk me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted.

She did it looking in the mirror, wanting to see herself. Needed to know if her body still answered to her, not Corey alone. She thought of him deliberately and imagined he was watching her pleasure herself.

“She touched herself like she was apologizing to her own skin”.

It wasn’t enough.

Nothing was, unless it was him.

“Her body went slack. For 3 minutes she didn’t recognize herself “ She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

She drove straight to her house, she needed to think.

What just happened? she was petrified.

she put in the security number, pushed the door opened with the last strength left in her.

Welcome home. You didn’t have to keep me waiting for so long.

That voice !! Her mind instinctively flew…. What are you doing here?

Where are your manners? Is that the way to welcome the man who blew your mind the previous night ? Corey said with an evil grin on his face.

Kisha became tense and she began to slur.

I…..uhm.. whatever happened was a …

Mistake? Corey beat her to her words.

Yh, you, the type who plays dirty, am not surprised.

He stands up, walking towards her …

Each step was like a reminder that her days will be filled with more stress, quietly making her stomach churn.

She withdrew her steps till her back hit the cold wall.

Corey closed the space between them, his breath was itching in her face, he sniffed her all around.

You smell like shit !

“What do you want? She said in a whisper, afraid if she spoke louder he might notice how tense she was.

He smirked.. What do I want from you ? No, it’s you who wants something from me.

Tomorrow, 7am report to “Legacy Woodwork”

I do not condone lateness.

With all said, he walked out without baiting an eye, not getting an affirmative response from her.

Sigh.. My life is over before it even begins.She could feel his wrath, that rage.

Did the man she fell in love with years back vanish? She didn't have an answer to that question. She dragged herself to the bathroom, hit the showers and did not bother to take off her clothes; She soaked herself, reminiscing her childhood, those memories that never fade.

At that time she didn’t know her father Robert. She believed in the stories her mother told Morgan being her father.

He took care of her and loved her as his own despite the fact she wasn’t his blood.

Funny how life drew them apart, her mother, Marla broke something in her, her lies turned her world upside down, Morgan disappeared suddenly after dad threatened him.

The past kept resurfacing, family ties built on lies and deceit she didn’t want to be a part of, she was forced against her will.

Papa Morgan… she stared deeply into the thin air, wondering, trying to fix the puzzle. She knew there was more to her family, underneath all the posh and obnoxious luxurious lifestyle.

Maybe she needs to search deeper so she can break free from being their puppet.

She dozed off in the bathtub…..