Chapter 9

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Last night was incredible; you'd never guess Lionel's age from the way he kept up. It felt like pure bliss. I've always been shy, but something about the connection between Lionel and me made me bolder. There's this profound connection, and I can't deny it. I know a relationship with someone more mature would be ideal, but how am I going to break the news to Kimberly? Lionel is not just her father's friend but also her godfather.

As I lay in bed, still reminiscing about last night, I felt soft kisses tracing a path along my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled, "Good morning, handsome."

"Good morning, beautiful," he replied. His voice had this intoxicating effect on me, and I couldn't help but feel like this man was going to have a profound hold on my heart. He gazed at me with desire, making my heart race.

I excused myself, feeling a slight wince from the previous night's passionate activities. "I'm sorry; I should have taken it slower, but you were so eager," he said with a sly grin.

"That's the way I like it," I replied, winking playfully, before heading to the bathroom to relieve myself. As I stepped in, Lionel's voice echoed from the bedroom, "There's a toothbrush in the first drawer, towels and washcloths in the left drawer."

I followed his instructions, brushing my teeth and luxuriating in a warm bath. Every touch from last night replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in heaven.
As I was about to leave the bathroom, I overheard Lionel's voice on the phone. "What is it? If I'm with Sasha, we're both grown adults, and I don't need to explain anything to you," he said firmly. Those words instantly snapped me back to the reality of our age difference and the potential judgment from our friends. I knew I shouldn't care about what others thought, but unfortunately, that's just who I am. Besides, I had work to think about, and the looming question of where I would live. My life felt like it was in shambles, and despite Lionel's offer and the intensity of last night, I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and there was Lionel on the bed, engrossed in texting, wearing nothing but white boxers. His chiseled chest and well-defined six-pack abs were a tempting sight that ignited sensual fantasies within me. But then, the memory of earlier conversation resurfaced, and I hurriedly reached for my orange dress hanging on the chair. As I dressed, I realized I couldn't find my black lace panties anywhere. I sighed inwardly, thinking, "I guess I'm going home without them."

"Yes, you are going home without them," I heard Lionel's voice, and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Lionel rose from the bed, his arms enveloping me in a warm, reassuring embrace, drawing me irresistibly close. His eyes, deep and intense, seemed to pierce my very soul.

"Sash," he began, his voice tender yet resolute, "I understand this might not be the conventional relationship you envisioned, given our age difference. But I want you to know that I'm eager to embark on this journey with you, no matter what others may say. And remember that job offer I mentioned? You can start in September, earning 120,000 JMD a month, Monday to Friday. All you need to do is send your resume. But here's my proposal: until then, let's spend our time together, exploring new places, and truly getting to know each other," he suggested, his words weaving a captivating spell.

The allure of both the enchanting job offer and the prospect of quality time with Lionel tugged at my heart. Yet, the nagging concern of how to inform Kimber still weighed on my mind.

"You only have one life to live and learn from your mistakes, Sash," my inner voice whispered, encouraging me to embrace adventure and seize the moment.
Surprisingly, I found myself saying yes, I would love to," I whispered, my heart racing as I leaned in to kiss Lionel passionately. The intensity of our kiss made us both moan softly. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this thrill I feel around him," I thought to myself.

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