3 weeks later
I leave my bags by the entrance and lay on the floor. After a long fifteen-hour trip, I don't think I want to travel for quite some time. It's a good thing I still was in first-class but somehow my dang ankles decided to give out on me three times. My phone vibrates against my hip and I pull it out to see who was calling.
" Hello?" I saw it while placing it on speaker and putting my head back down on the floor. not wanting to get up.
"So you answer the phone for just anyone baby?" he says lowly while chuckling. My head pops up once I realize who it was
"Well, quite frankly I'm too tired to see who is calling." I roll onto my back and let out a sigh
"And isn't it late over there?" I finally get off the floor and walk into the bathroom with my phone.
"Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you about some stuff and fill you in since we haven't talked in a while." I can't help but smile. I've never been in a relationship where a man wants to have a proper conversation and it's not all about sex.
"Okay, sure what's up." I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the hamper and head to the kitchen to organize the spices he got for me.
" I just wanted to let you know things might get busy on my end but I will try my best to always talk to you when I get the chance." I mean, that was expected either way. He has a business and now I guess he's king? It's still weird to wrap my head around it.
"That's okay." He scoffs and let's put a low groan
" I beg to differ I like talking to you I enjoy your company."
After placing the spices in the very limited space I have in this apartment I carry my suitcase into the bathroom to dump the clothes in the hamper that needed to be washed.
"Plus, you remember what we agreed on right?" He questions I do remember I knew he had a possessive and dominant side to him. It already seeped through the cracks when I went on dates with him.
But a week ago before he had his official coronation, he wanted to have a serious talk with me about how he hasn't been 100% truthful
That upset me at first but he said he was just holding back on his true self and didn't want to do it anymore and only did it so I wouldn't be scared off.
"Yeah, you just make sure YOU are available during our time." He snickers while tapping on something.
"Hm says the one who sleeps in till noon?" Ah okay I see what he's trying to do
"Listen, I work very hard okay. My boss is a pain in the ass. But it's all worth it. The pay is great and I get to be around art all day."
" When are you coming back?" He says with a bold tone not holding back at all
"After all that traveling I just did. I do not want to get on another plane for a couple of months." He groans making me chuckle.
"Mmm, I want you here right now. Specifically on my lap." My eye widens and I almost freeze.
"Well, if that's what you want you'll have to just come here." I could hear him scoff on the other line but he lets out a deep grunt.
"You know, ever since you left I've been thinking about how I should have fucked you that night." Well damn lay it all out there why don't you?
"AAHIL!" He lets out a deep laugh. Sending chills down my back. I grab my hair tie off the sink counter and put my hair up.
"Don't say stuff like that out loud someone can hear you." I hear a lock clicking signifying he locked the door. I decide to leave the rest of my organizing until tomorrow. My boss insisted that I come in but I told him if I do he's gonna have to pay me three times.
I worked my ass off for a month and you want me to come in while I'm jet-lagged.
" There are only a couple of workers here and who cares they work for me? I can speak as I please." His voice deepened.
"Well, I don't want everyone knowing you want to fuck me." He chuckles and I walk into my room sitting on the floor not wanting to sit on the bed since I need to take a shower.
"If it was up to me everyone would know what we do and hear you screaming."
" Is this what you called for huh?" I say sarcastically while grabbing my dildo out of my hidden spot. I hit the FaceTime option and it clicks over immediately.
"No, I actually wanted to check in on you but as soon as I heard your voice."
"Strip," I say while angling the phone up against the wall.
"Habibti, you don't need to. That little toy of yours is nothing compared to my dick." He says while I see him lay back on the bed.
"Well, just like you said you should have fucked me when you had the chance."
"Well, why don't you be a good girl and play with that fucking pussy for me?" Nothing but lust smirk while turning around for him.
" I should make you beg for it."
" I don't beg." He says quickly.
"Oh, but you will when you come to see me." He sips on his hand and he lets out a deep moan. Instantly making me wet.
"You could have had all of this but you decided we should watch a movie and then go to sleep." I turn around fully so that my ass is directly in line with the camera.
"Look how wet you are for me fuck." He lets out a low growl. I grab the dildo from my right and suction it to the floor. I'm not in the mood for foreplay. Truthfully, if he was here now I would ask to be pounded into oblivion.
I stick two fingers in me and wipe what's left on my fingers on the thick toy. Not leaving a second to spare I start riding it.
BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP
I just jump out of my sleep to hear my alarm blasting in my ear. I swear to the gods I'm tired of these damn wet dreams.
I aggressively throw a pillow at the wall and groan in frustration.
When did I even fall to sleep? I grab my phone before getting out of bed, like usual. There are multiple unread texts and one from Aahil
Mr. stalker: You fell asleep while you were telling me about your boss so text me back when you wake up habibti
What in the Wizard of Oz is going on here? This is the second time man SECOND TIME I don't know what this man is doing to me but imma need him to stop. I'm a grown-ass woman and I'm acting like this
" This man is going to be the death of me FUCK!" I walk down the short hall and immediately jump in the shower.
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