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I knew I said I don't care if Kylian comes or not but I couldn't help the butterflies I thought I lost resurrecting at the sight of him. I ushered him in my room.
"You should remove your clothes" I said absentmindedly
"Straight to the point, I see" He looked at me with disgust as he wrinkled his nose and squinted his eyes
"No, I mean, your clothes are wet" I exclaimed "You need to go into the closet and remove them" I pointed to the closet.
"Everything you need is in here, maybe you should take a shower to get the rainwater off you while I get you hot tea" I said and practically ran out of the room
Getting to the dining, I met Alice and other members of the house, the party galore has worn off
"Did he tell you he is coming today?" I asked Alice
"No"
"Well, you did cuss him and asked him never to call him again" another unfamiliar voice interjected
"Who...." Then I saw my husband's best friend, Brice Tchaga
"I am Tch..." he tried to introduce himself but I cut in
"I know who you are, nice meeting you" I stretched my hand to him and he received it warmly
"Nice meeting you too"
"Please Maria can you ensure that Brice is well taken" I retorted then turned to Tchaga "I hope it is okay I call you, Brice"
"Sure" He stated
"Maria, can you please attend to him"
"Of course" she replied. I looked though the cupboard for ingredient to make tea
"Isa, please can you boil water for me, I will like to make Kylian tea"
"Tea? I am making dinner"
"I know but he came in the rain, he must be cold. The tea is to warm him up"
Few minutes later, I went upstairs into my room with a cup of tea and found my husband inside my bedroom in just his towel pressing his phone. I stood next to the door watching him and salivating at the painting in front of me
He looks so hot and sexy and I won't mind spending the night enclosed in those arms of his
"Is that for me or not?" he gestured towards me and I hurriedly hand him the cup.
"Careful, it is ..." I tried to warn him but he took the sip already. Then he took another and another. I couldn't help but feel sorry for his throat. It must be burning
"I will go and help Maria set up the table for your dinner" I told him and I turned toward the door
"If you don't mind, I will love to go straight to the reason I am here"
I blushed internally, I mean he looked disgusted when I asked him to remove his clothes earlier and now what is he saying. Or is he one of those men that are only allowed to ask for sex but not their partner? But it does not matter, this was what I wanted
I turned to him and I saw he looked pissed
"You are angry"
"You called me gay"
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The Chronicles of Bewa
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