Us, Against the world

CHAPTER: 1

"I am cuming...I am cuming, ooh," She moans as I pump my penis hard inside her while caressing her huge, round breast, and then I pull out my manhood and cum outside because I don't want her to get pregnant.

She put her finger inside hers and then tried to caress her breast in front of me while looking at me. She is still high on the weed that arouses her sex drive. She wants more, but those three rounds are enough for today. I still have things to do. She stood up, hugged me, and kissed me on my cheek and lips, but I avoided her.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"After the make love?" She asked again and looked pissed off.

Make love? I don't even know her. I just met her on social media, and she agreed to meet me because she thought I was rich. She is a gold digger, weeder whore, and I am not interested in her.

"Wear your clothes," I told her.

"Seriously?" She asked in dismay because she was hoping for more.

After wearing my clothes, I went out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa, and turned on the television.

"Another victim of thieves at night. A multi-millionaire, Hugo Deniro, experienced a heart attack when he went home to find out that his house had been ransacked and took his valuable things, including his Volt. The whole news about what happened will be delivered to us by James Keller."

The reporter on the television said that made me change the channel because I am sick of listening to the news about the rich getting robbed and depressed about what they had lost, which is just a coin for them. It is nothing compared to the actual wealth that they have.

"Poor people," I whispered and watched the music video on the television.

Poor - because they get depressed quickly because of money. While here I am, struggling to survive every day with my mother, who got depressed when my father died when I was a kid. Someone shot my father and stole his money from his account.

We don't know how it happened, but one thing for sure is that the one who stole our wealth is the one close to him because he knows everything about my father, making us poor like a rat, and the culprit has lots of connections because until now, the case of my father's death wasn't solved.

I picked up my phone when I heard it ringing. My mother was calling and worried about me because she watched the news.

"Hi, mom,"

"How are you?"

"I am fine, Mom. I am just watching the news," I told her while a half-naked girl walked into the living room. I pointed her to the back door because I didn't want her to pass through the front door. Of course, I don't want anyone to see her. She gave me a mean look and shook her head when she saw me look away and sat back on the couch.

"You're an asshole," She said, walking through the back door.

"Who is that?" My mother asked from the other line when she heard the bitch call me an asshole.

"Nothing, it is just on the t.v." I lied.

"I watched the news about the burglary and am worried about you. You take care of yourself. Okay"

"Okay, Mom, don't worry about me."

"Alright, see you in a week."

We both ended the call. My mother called to remind me about the safety of not trusting anyone, especially since I am the one who will house-sit in the mansion of Richmond Alas. The rich man living a lavish life can't afford to have his bodyguard look after his mansion because he is paranoid and doesn't trust anybody. He is scared that he might get robbed too. He doesn't want to lose even a pinch of his wealth.