(Mature Content)
The next morning, I woke up feeling sore but
strangely excited. I could hardly believe what had happened the night before.
"I just slept with Jayson," I whispered to myself,
still dazed.
Shaking off the thoughts, I slipped out of bed and
hurried into the shower. The warm water did little to ease the lingering ache
between my thighs, but it refreshed me nonetheless. After drying off, I dressed
in a short gray kimono dress that clung to my curves, exposing just enough
cleavage and the smooth length of my thighs. Feeling content, I sat on the
plush, cloud-shaped U-sofa in the living room, waiting.
Some Moments Later…
Jayson emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered.
My eyes instinctively traced the sharp lines of his toned physique. He wore
cream-colored combat shorts paired with a vintage red floral shirt, the fabric
stretched just enough to highlight his well-sculpted biceps. The contrast
against his dark skin made him look even more irresistible.
"Good morning, Sunshine," he greeted me, his voice
deep and smooth as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
How was your night?" His gaze turned sharp,
almost piercing.
I swallowed, suddenly shy. "I feel… sore." I broke
eye contact, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks.
Jayson scoffed, his lips twitching into a smirk.
"I'm sorry about that… maybe next time, I'll go slower."
Next time? My heart skipped a beat at those words. If there was a next
time…
So, what would you like to eat?" he asked.
"Honestly? Anything is fine," I
shrugged.
Jayson reached for the telephone and placed an
order. Minutes later, a hotel hostess arrived with a golden platter carrying protein pancakes with bananas,
smashed peas on toast, and two bottles of pomegranate juice. She placed it on the coffee table
before leaving.
He handed me my plate, his fingers briefly brushing
against mine.
"Thanks," I murmured, offering a small smile.We ate
in comfortable silence.
INTO THE UNKNOWN
After breakfast, Jayson took my hand and led me
toward the elevator. I had no idea where we were going, but I followed. He
pressed the button for the first floor, and as the doors slid open, he casually
slipped an arm around my waist. The sudden gesture made me stagger, but he
didn't seem to notice.
"Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity laced in
my voice.
He chuckled, his gaze dark and unreadable.
"Curiosity killed the cat, baby girl." Then, flashing me an amused smirk, he
added, "Relax, we're just taking a stroll. I wouldn't want you cooped up in t.he
suite all day. We'll get some fresh air, maybe sit by the poolside wine bar."
As we settled into our seats by the poolside bar, basking
in the warm ambiance of the sun-kissed pool. We talked—about business, life,
and little things in between. I learned that Jayson was heavily involved in
investments and real estate, while I told him about my job as the manager of
Vienna Suites in Owerri. He seemed genuinely impressed, but I rolled my eyes at
his reaction.
"You're such a cutie, you know that, right?" he
teased, grinning mischievously.
, I felt my phone buzz in my lap. Hazel
Jones calling… My best friend.
"Hey, Haze," I answered, glancing at Jayson, who
was watching me with mild curiosity.
"Hey, babe! Just checking in. You know, making sure
Abuja hasn't swallowed you whole," she teased.
I chuckled. "I'm fine. We'll talk later, okay?"
"Fine, fine. But you owe me details."
I ended the call and turned my attention back to
Jayson.
"So," I leaned in, "what exactly do you do for a
living?"
He took a sip of his drink before answering.
"Investments. Real estate."
I raised a brow. "Sounds…vague."
He smirked. "And you?"
"I manage Vienna Suites in Owerri."
His expression shifted slightly—impressed, yet
skeptical.
"For someone your age?" he mused.
I scoffed. "Surprised?"
His lips curled into a grin. "You're something
else, Mandy."
The conversation flowed effortlessly until Jayson
glanced at his watch.
INTO THE DEEP
"It's getting hot," he said, squinting up at the
sun. "How about a swim?"
I hesitated. "I don't know how to swim… plus, I
don't have a swimsuit."
He smirked. "Both can be arranged."
Minutes Later…
Before I
could protest, he spoke with the bartender, who directed us to a small boutique
within the hotel. A saleslady handed me
a flowered crocheted bikini, winking suggestively. "This will definitely spice
things up with your man."
Her words sent an unexpected shiver down my
spine. Jayson wasn't my man.
We weren't
dating. But I simply smiled and took the swimsuit.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
By The Pool…
When I stepped outside, dressed in the revealing
bikini, Jayson's gaze darkened. His pupils darkened, his jaw clenched, and his
breath hitched slightly.
"Goddamn…" he muttered under his breath, running a
hand through his hair as he visibly struggled to compose himself.
I saw the raw hunger in his eyes, the way he
struggled to rein in whatever dark desires lurked beneath.
I swallowed hard, my stomach fluttering.
I felt heat creep up my neck under his intense
stare.
"Come here,"let me help you in, he beckoned from the pool, his voice thick.
I waded in hesitantly, and before I could protest,
he scooped me into his arms. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through me.
"You trust me?" he asked.
I swallowed hard. "I… I guess."
"Then relax."
His hands guided me, his deep voice coaxing me into
learning the motions. After a few failed attempts—and a lot of clinging to
Jayson for dear life—I was finally floating.
"I'm doing it!" I squealed in excitement.
Jayson chuckled, watching me with an unreadable
expression. "Yeah, baby girl. You are."
Despite my initial nervousness, I joined him in the
water. The sensation of the pool's cool embrace was exhilarating. Under his
careful guidance, I learned to float, then to swim. Though I nearly drowned a
few times, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked,
watching me with a proud smile.
"I am!" I laughed, splashing water in excitement.
is laughter rumbled low in his chest,
but there was something else in his expression—something unreadable.
Later, exhausted from swimming, I
changed back into my dress and followed Jayson to the suite. Inside the
elevator, he kept watching me with that same intense stare, his smirk
deepening.
Back in the suite, I laid down on
his thighs to rest a bit, But then—he pulled away.
His jaw clenched as he stood
abruptly. "I'll be back."
Moments later, I heard him in the bathroom,
his voice low and sharp.
A phone call.
An argument.
I couldn't make out the words, but
the cold edge in his tone sent a chill through me.
Wanted to eavesdrop ,but I was just way
too exhausted that I drifted away.
Minutes later, he slid into bed beside
me.
I adjusted slightly, making sure he
wouldn't notice I was awake.
But one thing was clear…
Something was wrong.
And I had no idea what.
LATER THAT EVENING….
I got up from sleep, showered and
changed into a red satin slip nightgown. The fabric clung to my curves like a
second skin.
Few moments later, Jayson got up
and went into the bathroom to shower.
When Jayson stepped out of the
bathroom, his eyes raked over me, dark and unreadable. he pulled me close, his
fingers caressing my chin. His thumb brushed against my lips, tucking a loose
strand of hair behind my ear.
Realizing what I had worn, his voice
dropped to a whisper.
"Mandy…Mandy…" His voice was
dangerously low. "You're playing with fire."
His breath fanned against my skin as he
inched closer, his scent—a mix of musk and something intoxicating—filling the
space between us.
Despite the curiosity that lingered in
me, my body gave way to his every command.
Jayson's mind was a mystery, but one
thing was certain—there was something dark lurking beneath his charming
exterior.
We ordered dinner—Italian dishes,
paired with a fine bottle of wine—but something about Jayson's demeanor had
changed. He was distant, his usual teasing remarks replaced by silence. He kept
staring at me, taking slow bites of his food, as if lost in thought.
The tension in the room became
unbearable.
After dinner, I tried to ask him what
was wrong. He only scoffed, shaking his head. Frustrated, I straddled his lap,
running my fingers through his short waves, hoping to draw a reaction.
He shuddered. His body tensed.
Gripping my waist tightly.
Jayson's thoughts):
"Her skin feels like silk—warm, soft, and so damn intoxicating. She
doesn't realize what she's doing to me. Right now, all I want is to kiss her
senseless, to take her in ways she can't even imagine. But I know I'm not in
love with her. No, this is just lust—raw and consuming. I should stop myself,
especially since she's still sore. But damn, controlling these demons isn't
easy."
Heat flared in my chest. His breath
fanned over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I stepped back
instinctively, sitting on the edge of the bed near the air conditioner to cool
my nerves.
Jayson chuckled. "Do I make you
nervous, baby girl?"
"No," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
His jaw tightened. "Hmm… feisty, huh?
I'll make you scream my name."
His breath fanned against my skin as he
inched closer, his scent—a mix of musk and something intoxicating—filling the
space between us.
The promise in his voice made my
stomach tighten
The way he said it made my stomach knot
with anticipation.
I noticed the shift in Jayson's
body—his temperature rising, his restraint slipping.
He wanted me. Badly. But something held
him back. Maybe it was because I had told him I was sore. Sensing the tension
thickening between us, I made to stand, but he pulled me back, trapping me
between his thighs.
His breath was hot against my skin,
sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hands found their way to my cleavage,
cupping me roughly.
A moan escaped my lips as I tilted my
head back, silently urging him to continue. His fingers traced the hem of my
red silk nightgown, lifting it, exposing my thighs.
I gasped, clutching his thighs as the
heat between us flared.
His lips found the nape of my neck,
sucking and biting, making me arch into him. My left hand drifted backward,
seeking him out, feeling the hard evidence of his desire. He groaned, his
restraint snapping like a thread.
"F**k! Mandy, come here."
He pulled me to face him, capturing my
lips in a kiss so desperate, so wild, that it left me breathless. The room
filled with the sinful symphony of our passion.
He grabbed my ass forcefully, pressing
me against him, his desire burning against my skin. Lust darkened his gaze, his
touch filled with sinful hunger.
I shed my nightgown hurriedly, standing
bare before him. His breath hitched. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he
discarded his pajamas, his erection standing tall—commanding. My mouth watered.
I didn't know whether to grab it, salute it, or fall to my knees in worship.
My entire body burned with desire.
Surrendering to my craving, I sank to
my knees, my tongue teasing his arousal in slow, torturous circles.
"F**k, Mandy… you're killing
me."
He fisted my hair, guiding my
movements, urging me deeper. I obeyed, taking him in, savoring the taste of
him. Wet, sinful sounds filled the air as I worked him with my mouth, my tongue
teasing the sensitive tip.
"Damn… f**k me!" he groaned, his legs trembling under my
touch.
Jayson could only endure so much. He
lifted me effortlessly, laying me down, his fingers trailing between my thighs,
slipping inside me with agonizing precision. His eyes—dark, burning—held mine.
"Jay…son…" I whimpered, my body arching.
"Yeah, baby. Say my name. Tell me
how much you need me."
His fingers moved deeper, coaxing a
moan from my lips.
"Put it in," I whispered, my voice drenched in need.
"Damn!" he growled, his restraint snapping
entirely. "I love it when you command me."
With one deep thrust, he filled me,
stretching me, claiming me. A cry of ecstasy escaped my lips.
"Take it all, baby. It's
yours."
We moved together, our bodies crashing
like waves in a storm. The pleasure was unbearable, our moans intertwining like
a love song sung in the dead of night.
And when exhaustion finally claimed us,
we drifted into sleep, tangled
in each other's arms
The Next Morning
I woke early, knowing I had a flight to catch.
Jayson stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. A pang of longing twisted
in my chest. I was going to miss him—every touch, every moment. A foolish part
of me hoped he would miss me, too.
At the airport, he walked me to the entrance.
There were no promises, no lingering words—just a smile, a wave, and then he was
gone.
A strange ache settled in my chest as I watched
him disappear into the crowd.
"What happens next?" I murmured to myself.
I boarded the plane, trying to shake off the
unease creeping into my thoughts.
Home – Owerri
Barely two hours later, I arrived home. Dropping
my bags by the door, I exhaled deeply. Finally home.
Reaching into my handbag, I grabbed my phone and
dialed Jayson's number.
No response.
I tried again. Still unreachable.
Frowning, I told myself it was just a network
issue. But a feeling of discomfort settled in my gut.
Moments later, my phone rang. Jayson.
I sighed in relief and answered quickly.
"I tried calling you," I said, my voice betraying the worry I hadn't
realized I felt.
"Yeah… my phone battery was dead. Just
powered it up, knowing you'd call," he
replied flatly.
Something in his tone felt… off.
"Talk to you later, okay?" he added before I could respond.
And then the line went dead.
I stared at my phone, my heart sinking.
Brushing the feeling off, I changed into something
comfortable and headed out to get food. Returning with bole and exotic fruit
juice, I settled on the sofa, eating in silence. But no matter how much I tried
to distract myself, the feeling of unease gnawed at me.
Checking the time, I groaned in frustration. Only
past one? The day felt unbearably slow.
Needing company, I texted Hazel. She called almost
immediately.
"Hey, Abuja girl!" she teased.
I laughed. "Hey, mama! I've missed
you. When are you coming over?"
"I'm with my family but will be back tomorrow.
We need to catch up!"
"Mmm, okay. I'll be waiting," I said, hanging up.
Leaning back against the sofa, I stared up at the
crystal chandelier, lost in thought. Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under.
Evening
I woke with a start. Jeez, it's past six?!
Hurriedly, I rushed out to get dinner. After nearly
an hour in a long queue, I returned home, exhausted.
After showering and eating, I turned on the TV,
flipping through channels until I settled on a sci-fi movie. But my mind wasn't
on the screen.
I kept checking my phone.
Waiting.
Hoping.
And yet, the unease inside me only grew.
What Happens Next?
Something was wrong. I could feel it.
Jayson's abrupt call, his distance… it didn't sit
right with me.
But I had no proof.
No answers.
Just a gnawing feeling that this was only the
beginning of something far more complicated