Entranced 18+

Sixteen

Azu watched her wash in the tub and the entire time, Ijeoma thought she would die from embarrassment. When she stood, he was ready with a towel held open. He wrapped it around her, motioning for her to lift her arms. When she did, he secured it on her chest, then led her out of the bathroom.

"Zuby, are you spending the night?" The name felt strange but right on her tongue. Mentally, she chanted the name.

"Do you want me to?"

She had no answer. Part of her wanted him gone so she could analyze everything that happened tonight and overthink, while the other part wanted him to stay and distract her so thoroughly that she'd not be able to think. Ijeoma was already getting used to this state of being torn that he was always putting her in.

"I'm not staying. I have to be up early to beat traffic. I'm meeting a new client." Had he ever mentioned he was a lawyer to her? She couldn't remember. She knew about his work from her years of searching for any tidbits of information about him. When they'd concocted the tale for his friends, she wasn't sure he said it. Letting him know that she knew would probably seem suspicious.

"What do you do for work?" she finally asked, turning to face him. They were in her bedroom now and she'd been avoiding going close to or even looking at the bed, but he had no such reservations. The man had immediately sat down in her bed.

He lifted a brow, his gaze focused on her. "I thought we've talked about that?"

"We have? I don't remember."

He watched her for a few extra seconds before looking away to survey her room. "I'm a lawyer. I own a law firm and I invest in a few properties and businesses. I have partners at the firm so they don't really need me to run the place. I usually have a lot of time on my hands, except it's an interesting case or an important client. Like the person I'm meeting tomorrow morning."

She hadn't expected him to give him an actual rundown, half expecting him to be closed off and shut down personal conversations. He really was as easygoing as he claimed. "Seems like you've got your life figured out, unlike me."

"You're twenty two. It's okay to not have everything figured out."

She frowned at that, knowing fully well he started his firm when he was twenty five and was already a millionaire before then. She took a seat at her dresser and began her skincare routine. Azu watched her, their gaze sometimes meeting in the mirror.

"What do you want to do? I know you said you are figuring things out, but most people usually have a passion early on in their lives."

The man had opened up about himself, she could try to do the same. "Fashion. Not the actual sewing part but the designing."

"So what's the issue? Why haven't you ventured into that?"

"Well, I pretty much raised myself so I was busy with school and trying to make a living. I finished serving this year so there's just not been much time on my hands." She knew he wanted to ask about her life and everything she just divulged. He bit his lower lip as if trying to hold back his questions and she was glad he didn't ask, there was only so much she could say.

"So what the plan now?"

"I'm just trying to decide if I want to get a job at a fashion company or start something myself. If I decide on the latter, then I have to figure out how I'm running it. It's a lot to figure out actually."

"Will you let me help, and before you say no, not every help has to be financial."

She nodded in response, holding his gaze in the mirror. He was the first to look away, rising to his feet. "I'd best be on my way. It's getting really late."

"Tha—" she trailed off, not about to thank him for the evening. He'd pretty much forced it on her. "Have a good night, Zuby."

He grinned, catching her slip. "And you too, baby." He left her bedroom and she walked him out, the two of them coming to a stop at her front door. He turned to face her. "I want to leave this relationship in your hands and make everything your choice, but I have the distinct feeling that you are just going to keep running. And I'm not about that anymore."

She couldn't stop the smile that lifted her mouth. "I won't run."

"Answer your phone when I call."

"I will."

He stared at her some more before bending to capture her lips in a short but very intense kiss. "I can still taste your pussy now, I can't wait to do this again," he murmured and she slapped his chest, immediately pulling away.

Even hours after he'd left, the words couldn't stop ringing in her head. She tossed and turned, her body heated. The air conditioning was turned up but still doing nothing to cool her. She ditched the shirt she'd slipped on when he left and then lay on the covers. The cold immediately pebbled her nipples but it still didn't cool her off. Her pussy began clenching as he remembered him on his knees between her legs, his lips on her clit, his fingers wet from her arousal.

She sat up, turning the lights on. She told herself to stop thinking about it and just go to bed. He'd texted to tell her that he'd gotten home more than an hour ago but she didn't reply. He'd texted again, asking if she was up. Ijeoma unplugged her phone and opened the text, staring at it. Finally, she decided to reply.

Ijeoma: I'm glad you got home safe.

His reply was almost immediate.

Zuby: Can't sleep? Are you thinking about me.

She typed and erased her message so many times before settling on a response.

Ijeoma: What if I am?

Zuby: I can push this client to a partner and be back at your apartment.

Zuby: You'd love that wouldn't you.

Ijeoma: Don't push off work for me.

She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that covered her thinking about him ditching work and coming to spend a night with her. She could just imagine all the things he'd do to her, maybe they'd even take it a step farther. She shook her head.

Zuby: Don't try to be so generous. I know you wish I was there. You can't stop picturing me on my knees, sucking your sweet pussy. I can still taste you, you know.

Ijeoma: Goodnight.

She was doing more than picturing at the moment. She crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together but it only stoked the fire that was now in her. She wished for some sort of stimulation, anything to take this ache away.

Zuby: It's okay, I'm also picturing my cock in your mouth. Dream of me.

She flung the phone aside, then shut her eyes. All the porn she'd watched to research sex was now at the forefront of her mind. She could see him in so many different positions, in front of her on his knees, his mouth on her. She imagined him on her bed, her pussy above his face and him saying he could still taste her pussy and her blood caught fire. Her fingers trailed to her waxed pussy, placing featherlight touches on her clit. She imagined it was his fingers touching her and she pressed harder. Her mouth opened in a gasp, feeling something she'd never felt in the past that she'd done this for men.

She pictured his tongue pushing into her pussy as she pushed two fingers inside her. She bucked. While she fucked herself, she thought of him, his gaze holding hers when he bit her clit, his breath as he murmured against her, telling her how tight and sweet she was. Ijeoma crashed, a loud moan echoing in the room and finally she could think again. She pulled her fingers away from her body and sat up, her gaze on the damp sheets. What was this man doing to her? Why couldn't she stop? Instead she was craving more and more of his attention. At that moment, revenge and the truth were the farthest from her mind.

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Double update to make up for my time away. You people are sha breaking my heart oo. You guys are just reading without dropping comments. You know it's your comments that gives me fulfillment. Reading what your thoughts are about each chapter helps me to shape the rest of the book. So please don't be stingy with feedback.

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