Strawberry Angel

chapter 11

ELIJAH'S POV:

(Some music⬆️)

I wake up feeling...empty. I mean I wake up feeling that everyday, but today it feels extra. I sigh and look to my side. No one. I look back at the ceiling and cover my face. The spot still smells like Imara.

Fresh strawberries. It's not to strong or to sweet. It's just right. It smells perfect. Like how an Angel would smell. Before I met Imara the whores I used to fuck would smell like cheap vanilla perfume and it reeked. But imara's natural scent smells a lot like lavender. I know because during her sleep where she cuddled next to me I had a good view of her neck. It was ever so lightly sweating and it smelled like lavender.

Fuck just thinking about her right next to me makes me feel hard.

It's been one week since I had sex. That's probably a new record for me. I used to fuck a girl at least once a day, if not 3 times but ever since me and Imara started this thing, re..la..tion...ship, I haven't had some. I mean I can't. I'm fucking addicted to her taste and smell. At this point I'll die if I can't have the full everything of her. But Imara told me that it's important to her. She's not waiting till marriage but she just wants the right guy. And I'm far from the 'right guy' I told her that but she said she gets to choose who she thinks is the right person.

I sigh and get up. It's 6:00 in the morning which is pretty late for me but I'll make do. I head to the bathroom and close the door. Making my way towards the shower I see something right by the sink. It's a black skirt. The one she was wearing two nights ago. She left it here. I'm guessing on accident. I wouldn't believe that if it was anyone but Imara, but she's so innocent she wouldn't do that on purpose.

I throw the skirt in my laundry basket. I'll have it washed and then give it back to her. I turn on the water and make sure it's hot, before stepping in. I wash my hair and body, which I must say is the best I've ever seen if we're not counting Imara's.

She has a big juicy ass, perfect hips that curve, her waist is so thin I wonder how her organs fit, her breasts are just the right size, not to big not to small and her face. Don't get me started on her face. She has the face of a goddess come down to earth. Her naturally pink plump lips and wide blue eyes that sink so deep into me. Her eyelashes are long and curl beautifully. Her golden curly hair that glows and moves around every time she moves. I fucking love it.

We have a date today so I'll be home earlier than usual. My day just consists of meetings and discussing negotiations with some animals. Well not animals but you know what I mean, the people I deal with should be considered animals. When I told you I'm evil, cruel believe me I AM but these people are just right out fuckers. They rape and kill women, sometimes they come willfully sometimes they come because if they don't they'll be killed.  What they don't know is they'll be killed either way.

If it happens in front me I'll stop but I don't go out of my way and schedule to do that. I might be a bad mother fucker but I don't rape women. I also try to avoid killing women and children but sometimes it can't be helped. I have one rule in my famlia, don't rape. It causes to much trouble and there's a bunch of whores who'll do it so just don't rape. They listen. They listen just like puppy's would to their owner.

I step out of the shower, grab a grey towel and wrap it around my hips. I walk back into my room and in my closet I go. I pick out something black with grey underneath, my gold chain and a Rolex. Some pants and shoes later, I'm finished. I step out of my room and continue towards my office.

I walk in and go straight to the laptop. Sitting there 5 minutes later I see what really didn't want to see.

Fuck