The Rich And Bold

Panic attack

CHAPTER NINE

SAVANNAH

I was sure my sister was at work with my five-year-old niece. And her husband, I knew, was outside the country on business. The help usually went grocery shopping on Tuesdays, so the house was empty.

As soon as I stepped into the living room the first thing I did was collapse into the pale-yellow sofa and sigh with a huge smile. Azalea rose her brow at me and shook her head. I grinned at her. I really couldn't contain my joy. Cole was just hot, sexy, hot, sexy, and hot. I couldn't stop repeating his phone number in my head. I had memorized it from Scarlett's phone when I typed my number into it.

That morning when he dropped Scarlett, he winked at me and sent me a sexy smirk. I wanted to run to his car and kiss those gorgeous strawberry-coloured lips. Despite the number of girls that squealed when they saw him, I knew that wink was mine because it was only when his eyes met mine that he winked. At me. Then when he arrived at school to pick up Scarlett, he stared into my eyes and smiled sweetly, when he said he needed to leave the office for a while to check out some things. Then he added a wink. I just knew that he planned to pick her up so that he could see me again. There was no doubt about it.

Throughout the day, all I had thought about were his lips on my lips, his hands grabbing my ass, his thick cock in my mouth and his sexy groans. I almost went to the washroom to masturbate to the memory, but that was not my style. Also, I wanted to be extremely horny when I finally got to fuck him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Azalea asked.

Azalea was an elegant and proper lady- bitch. I called her that to her face a lot. She was against my sex life, so I knew she would not agree with my sizzling moment with Cole. I could not tell her how badly I wanted to fuck him. She was a one-dick-at-a-time kind of girl and had only had sex with one person. I was sexually energetic and didn't mind expressing my sexual hobby with random cute guys. As I said, masturbation wasn't my style. It was my body, and it was just meaningless sex. They did not pay me for it, so I wasn't a prostitute.

"I'm just thinking about my birthday this weekend." That was what I chose to reply with. The stylist was arriving in an hour. I took my phone out of my bag and punched Cole's number into my phone. I stored it and sent him a quick greeting.

Savannah: Hi.

If I rushed, I did not care. I just wanted to get him out of my system and move on to the next hot hunk I could find.

Cole: Hello, Good evening. How may I help you, please?

I even found his formality sexy.

I grinned.

Savannah: It's Savannah. I took your number from Scarlett's phone when I stored my number. Hope that isn't too forward.

Scarlett chose that moment to join us inside.

"Hi, Red" Azalea greeted with a teasing tone.

Scarlett frowned and sat on the sofa beside Azalea.

Cole: I love my ladies bold, love.

I bit my lip.

"Scarlett's too long, so that's what I'm calling you now," Azalea explained.

Just as I had predicted, Scarlett blushed.

Azalea and I laughed.

She was just too cute.

I looked back at my phone and typed,

Savannah: Well, in that case, I will have you know that I cannot wait to have that succulent cock of yours hitting the back of my throat once more.