Sinful Temptation (BWAM) (slow updates)

Chapter 4

little update until my exams are over, not edited.

Ameera was not religious.

Now don't get her wrong, she believed that different gods existed, she just didn't believe in them. Which people found peculiar since her grandmother was a Christian. Unlike her other family members, her grandmother didn't force her religion down her throat, she respected her wishes and Ameera loved her for that.

What Ines did find a bit unusual was how eager Ameera was to attend church on Sundays, when she usually refused to attend when she offered. Ines reckoned that it had something to do with Pastor Smith, seeing how her granddaughter could not keep her eyes off the man.

And if she was being honest, she couldn't blame her; that man was fine as hell. Snapping back to reality, she continued to pay attention to the sermon.
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As soon as the church service, which Ameera had not paid any attention to was over she stood to the side of the church talking to Rahdika, Pastor Smith's daughter. The child was dressed in a red dress that complimented the white bubbles in her hair. "Ameera? Can you and Sumi come over for a playdate again, pretty please? I already asked Daddy and he said yes," she pleaded cutely, and Ameera agreed, unable to resist her little charm.

"Ameera, darling? Come here please," her grandmother called her over. Seeing the couple that she was talking to, brought her dejavuè. Pastor Smith and his wife, Victoria, stood there conversing with her grandmother.

"Yes, grandma?"

"First Lady Smith is having a barbeque a week from now and asked if we wanted to attend, are you interested?"

No, she wasn't interested at all. But since Pastor Smith would be there her answer was of course, yes. She made eye contact with the Pastor, tilting her head to the side with her bottom lip between her teeth; chuckling lowly when he turned his head, blushing. Which didn't go unnoticed by Ines.
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"Pumpkin? Would you like to go golfing with me?"

Her father, Simon, was sitting on the edge of her bed as he watched her paint his nails. Reaching for the acetone, she used to piece of cotton to clean around the edges of his cuticle. "Sounds boring."

"We barely get to see each other, come on," he pleaded, throwing himself on the bed with an over-exaggerated whined, "Don't you love your poor father anymore?"

"Okay, fine," she sighed begrudgingly, smiling as Simon's face lit up with a smile of his own.

"We're going tomorrow, so be prepared!"

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Ameera stood beside her father, tugging the hat further over her face. Sitting on the bench as her father rambled on about some nonsense she didn't care for, she watched the people that passed by her. Maybe I'll meet a dilf, or a milf, I'm not picky.

"Ameera? Is that you?"

Spinning around, she met a familiar face. Standing she greeted him with a hug, "Pastor Sm—Aarav, what are you doing here?"

Ameera's eyes scanned his body from head to toes, brown eyes eating him up. She almost moaned aloud at how tightly his shirt hugged his chest and muscles.

"I'm here with a few business associates, how about you? You don't seem like the type to be into golf," he replied, sitting down beside her, making sure his eyes did not roam below her neckline. Ameera told him about how her father had dragged her here, and he told Ameera of the relatively huge business deal he was trying to close with said business associates.

"Okay, let's make a deal. Teach me how to golf and I'll help you out with your work, yeah?" she affirmed, sitting up abruptly. Standing up beside her, he tilted his head in mild confusion.

"How would you help me though?"

Smiling deviously as she pushed up her breasts further in her bra, she winked at him, "Flirting, of course."

Firstly, he started with teaching her how to golf.

"Okay, show me what you've got."

Walking up to where the golf equipments were, she bent over to take up the ones she needed; which drew attention to her, as expected. She was in an unnecessarily short skirt and her thick thighs were on display. She'd be offended if people didn't stare, especially a certain person's name who started with A.

Said person had his eyes glued to anything but her, already feeling bad about what happened last time she bent over before him. Annoyed, Ameera stood with a golf stick in her hand and swung wildly, missing.

Aarav stiffled a laugh, walking up to her, "Not much then."

She threw a playful glare in his way.

"Your posture is all wrong. Here let me show you," he spoke softly, resting his hands stop hers. Ameera pressed back a little, just enough for her back to brush his chest, her ass skimming his crotch; just enough to get a gasp from him.

"T-then you just need aim and swing gently," Aarav stuttered, flustered from Ameera's actions. The woman watched as the golf ball fall into the hole, and told him she could take it from here.

As he sat down, he watched as she successfully hit the ball a few times before coming to sit beside him.

"Thank you, Aarav. That would've been embarrassing if it wasn't for you."
Which was a lie, of course. Ameera did think golf was boring, but she was good at it. She just wanted an opportunity to be physically close to him.

"No problem, would you like some water?" the man offered, already turning around to pull a bottle from the cooler beside him.

Ameera watched as a soft sheen of sweat coated his olive skin, probably darkened more from his time in the sun—wishing she was the one who was making him sweat like that.

As she gulped down the water she received, she watched her next targets, planning out what she was going to say in her head. "Okay," she shot up, "introduce me to your business partners."

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Long story short, she, or Aarav rather, gained new business partners. She was an expert when it came to manipulating men. The horny dumb little creatures made it easy to, a little sweet talk and cleavage and they were wrapped around her little finger.

Pathetic, she thought.

"That was quick, how did you even—"
Aarav's mouth hung open in disbelief, staring at the proud woman.

"I have my ways," she smiled, to throwing a wink at him. "So, what are you do—"

A familiar voice interrupted her. Why'd he have to pick now?

"Sweetie, there been a little emergency and we need to leave. Oh, who's your friend here?"

Aarav took Simon's outstretched hand. "Pastor Aarav, a pleasure to meet you. Ameera's your daughter, correct? You both resemble each other."

Simon's eyes lit up, reaching over to pinch Ameera's cheek, "Ya hear that, pumpkin? We resemble each other."

She swatted his hand away, groaning, "Don't embarrass me old man, wait in the car." Turning to the man who was watching their interaction as Simon did what she said, she spoke. "I need to go apparently, talk to you later?"

Trying to figure out why he felt disappointed, Aarav shook his head, agreeing. "Wait, can I—can I maybe call you later?"

Watching as she put a thumbs up in his direction as her father hurried her, he smiled, remembering how long he hadn't felt like this for.

Sighing, Aarav ran his thumb over the silver band in his left hand. What am I getting myself into?