This is Me.

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Warning

This chapter contains triggering content. Read at your own risk.

November

The sound of the soles of my platforms as they tapped against the tiles of my living room floor echoed throughout the entire house. I sighed as I took of my shoes, heading to the staircase.

I liked days like this, when they were out. It left me to my thoughts and whatnot. Sundays were the best.

I trudged my way upstairs and made my way to the bedroom, closing the door gently, I unzipped my dress letting it fall as I gingerly stepped into the bathroom, stepping into the shower in my underwear.

I tilted my head to the side, letting the ice cold water slap my nape and flow over my breasts, soaking my black underwear.

“Mm, shit,” he cussed, increasing his pace.

“Fuck, you're so…” he trailed off, groaning as he slid in and out of me, my body convulsing at his touch as I dug my nails into his back, screaming out his name.

Both of us were about to reach our climax, it was obvious from the way he trembled with each stroke, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slid in and out of me at a wicked pace.

“Ugh, fuck,” he said as he came, and me not far behind– our groans filling the room. Pulling out and breathing heavily, he sat on the bed as he hurriedly dressed up.

I crawled over to him, kissing his back. He jerked away from me, dropping fresh one thousand naira notes as he put on his shirt.

“Next time, eh?” He questioned, turning back and offering a small smile.

I tried offering one back, but it must have looked like a scowl or something because he closed the door wordlessly.

I sat there for a few minutes, tears dancing at the borders of my eyes. I shook my head, grabbed my dress, purse, the money and left the room silently, feeling dirty…all over again.

I hurriedly turned off the cold water, snaking off my underwear as I simultaneously turned on the hot water.

The hot water burned my skin, steam enveloping the room as I fell to the floor, putting my head in my hands.

“Do you like that?” He asked, kissing my nape as he fondled my breasts with one hand and worked–down there–with the other.

“Yes,” I moaned, palming his bulge while he sucked violently on my breasts.

“Yes what?” He asked, looking up at me through lust clouded eyes.

“Yes, Sule,” I replied, calling him by his name, something he had requested.

At least he was gentle.

‘From boss bitch to bottom bitch,’ a voice in my head mocked. Even in my own head, I couldn't get some peace.

My hands snaked over to my base, lust filling me as I remembered the way he handled me, he was different from the rest.

“Yes, Sule…ahh,” I moaned into his mouth as he thrust his fingers in and out of me slowly, teasing me as he ran his tongue over my lower lip.

The thick air was broken by Tems’ love me jeje as he pulled away from me.

“Yes my love,” he rasped, buttoning his shirt as though she was seeing him through the voice call.