"Nickolai please don't do this to me" cried rose " I will pay you back my father's debt if you give me more time" she said
"And how did you intend on paying me back" he asked smirking " because theyou last time I check your salary for two years can...
I stared at the beautiful goddess right in front of me only in a red lingerie showing almost all her boobs with a see through robe that barely covers anything. With a little makeup on her face. God knows what she applied to her lips but they re inviting.
What on earth is she doing, in my favorite color?.
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(This is not rose, but this is what she wore)
She stared at me confused probably thinking why I changed my clothes.
I took in a deep breath then breath out in relief.
"Welcome" she said seductively
"Is the house on fire, why were you crying on the phone, where is Steven?" I asked in panicked but the look on her face told me all, that everything is fine.
"Plenty questions for one person" she scoffed
Did she call me home to come and see this Fuck! she's so beautiful
"I just wanted us to have an early dinner together"
"Go and take your bath, I prepared you one already, and come down soon." She said turning her back to me giving me a perfect view of her ass which was bare too due to lack of clothes because she was only putting on a g-string pant underneath.
I wish I can squeeze her ass right now
She brought out some pancakes from the oven. Pancakes by this time of the day?
I stood agape mouth still open by the view in front of me. I can't help but asked myself what she's up to.
"Close your mouth or else you will catch some flies" she said carrying some dishes to the dinning.
She took slow steps, walking towards me making her long smooth legs to be in display, she walked pass me, her vanilla and rose cologne hit my face, my eyes automatically closed.
I cursed under my breath before following her behind, enjoying the show of her bouncing ass.
"Don't keep me waiting" she said patting my back
I made my way upstairs, I stripped down my clothes and strode to the bathroom. A bath was prepared for me as she said. I got inside and soaked my myself for good ten minutes, the hot water relaxed my muscles a bit. I blew my hair dry and put on some shorts and a big top.
I went downstairs to see the table set already. I took a seat opposite her. She cooked my favorite, chicken stew and pasta. I was about to serve myself when she stopped me, she stood up from her seat and walked to me, bouncing her boobs. She placed the plate properly in my front and leaned down to carry the bowl containing the cooked pasta in the middle of the table, almost putting her boobs on my face.
She leaned up a little and started serving my plate, he breasts brushing my head slightly.
I gasped. The desire in my body is rising.
"Enjoy your meal" she whispered in my ear before going back to her previous seat swaying her hips.
She will be the death of me I took I na deep breath before digging into my food.
How am I suppose to concentrate on my food while she's naked at my front.
Rose's POV
I hope I'm doing this well, I have not seen any reaction from him yet. What else can I do again?, I mentally thought. I want to get a perfect reaction. I bite on my pancakes still thinking as an idea struck my mind. I added more syrup to the pancakes, I brought it to my mouth and and squeezed some of it in between my boobs making it look on intentional.
I stood up in one swift movement and loose the rope of my robe.
"OMG!" I gasped as I spread the jam more on my breasts making it looked like a cum.
I pushed my two boob upward and leaned my head and started leaking it in a sensually.
I looked through my eye lashes to see his reaction, he sat froze in his sit, looking at me with hooded yes.
His beautiful blue orbs that I always admire now turn dark with lust, he clenched his fist on his fork. His knuckles re turning white already but he doesn't care.
"Uhmmm, so delicious" I moan teasingly, but he took it serious and dropped down his fork on his plate capturing my attention.
I tied my robe and sat back on my sit.
"I never knew syrup can be more delicious on boobs than pancakes" I said as I pushed the pancakes aside and focus on pasta.
"I think you should try it too" I said
"What did you think you re doing" he glared at me.
"Cleaning the syrup on my boob or...did you want to help me with that?" I asked trying to loose my robe again
I don't know where all this courage is coming from, but I need more to burst his ego.
"Enough, I'm done eating I want dessert" he stood up from his sit towering over me.
"Dessert is on the table" I said confused
"You re the dessert I want to eat, tonight" he chuckled
Is he for real? I will be more than happy to be his dessert. I squealed to myself
I stood up, my height reaching his shoulders. I looked into his to see the desire he has for me but he's trying very hard to fight it off.
He pushed me against the table, my ass pressed against the cold dinning table. I wince mentally still sharing eyes contact with him.
It's a good thing that I put on that lipstick Khloe gave me. I made a mental note to thank her later.
He's leaning, closer, more closer. One more time we will be in the next word.
His breath was fanning my face.
"You look beautiful tonight, baby girl" he said with smirk playing on his lips.
"Thanks" I whispered back not even taking my eyes away from him.
All I want is for him to kiss me and take me to his room tonight
Kiss me kiss me kiss me
I begged with my eyes.
I closed my eyes waiting for the kiss but it never came.
"What re you doing" he asked. snapped my eyes open
"N.. nothing" I stuttered hiding my face. I don't want him to see the hurt he caused me
"Good night then" he said before storming off without waiting for my reply.
I sat there on the table, I felt hurt. A tear rolled down my chick, I used the back of my hand to wipe it off.
With a heavy heart I decided to pack the dirty dishes to the kitchen. He didn't even finish his food, I thought when I carried the plate from the table containing the pasta I served him, he only eat little be before I put on my little show. I sighed, after placing all the dishes in the sink I went to my room and lay on my bed without bothering to wash the syrup away from my boob, I don't have strength for that.
I feel like crying but I can't cry. After all I did, all the messages through body language, all he said to me was 'you look beautiful, tonight'
"Fuck you Nick" I growl to myself
I pulled the duvet over my body and slept with a heavy heart cursing Nick under my breath.
