Charm- rema. A short story.

Chapter 4: The unexpected kiss

The very following day after the incident, the unexpected happen. Cynthia showed up at my house; my room precisely. I'm not surprised how she knows where I live, everyone on campus knows our mansion. She busted into my room like a bull in China shop something she regretted though cause I was only only on my boxers and that made her turns to live instantly but like flash, I bolted the door and stood on her way.

Before I could ask her what she came for? She started rambling about everything I did to her boyfriend last night.

"Your ex-boyfriend!" I corrected once she was done.

Her anger spiked and she was ready to bombast  me again but I didn't allow her to even speak before I did something we both didn't expect, I attacked her lips with mine. As soon as our lips touch, I felt her body stiffen and calm. Well, she'd come here at her on will and I'm not taking chances this time.

As I bring my hands to her hips, I deepened the kiss. she tried to pull away but I didn't give her room, I kept on ravaging her lips and slowly, the wall of Jericho fell—she succumb. Before I know it, we were both sucking each other lips like  hungry idiots. Wait... who taught Mrs righteous how to kiss?

"Erm...erm..do...Donald stop." She said in between the hot kiss and I let her pull away. As I looked deep into her eyes, the anger that were there before could not be found all I see was lust but she decided to play tough all over again.

"That...that was a mistake. A huge one. Do me this Favour and forget that I ever kissed you. Just stay the hell out of my life and that of my boyfriend!" Her voice quivered as she tries to yell, the way she bowed her head Intimidated me, proved to me that I'd already tampered her control botton with just a mere kiss?

As she tries to leave, i pushed her back. She struggled but she was only wasting her time and eventually she started screaming that I should let her go. I tries calming her down to talk but she wasn't listening and I lost my temper when she hits me so hard-she punched my left eye.

"Seriously!" I yelled furiously and slammed her against the wall, pinning her to it.  "What exactly do you really want me to do for you huh? Why exactly do you hate me so much? What exactly do that so-called boyfriend of yours have to offer that I can't!"

Seeing that I was highly infuriated, she'd to calm down.

"I don't hate you Donald..." her voice was calm and soft this time and as we both gazed at each other eyeball to eye ball, my rod rising—especially being in such a close contact to her.

"We just aren't compatible. Your world, you dwells in sin. You are a willful sinner Donald. And me... I'm a Christian!!! Besides what will my father say when I introduce a 100 level student to him as my fiancée? A yahoo boy for that sort. He'd skin me alive. In our house, We don't support fraud or the idea of older girls in relationship with younger guys. How old are you even?."

I didn't care whether the last question was rhetorical or not, I proudly told her, "I'm 19"

"And I'm 25. See the difference?"

"It doesn't matter. We could run things on a lowkey. No one has to know we've something going on."I cooed and smirked.

"Really?" She was now upset again. "You just want to sleep with me for as long as you want and then dump me off when you're tired? Of course I know very well that you only after my body!"

Wait...What else will I be after fr fr?

"But news flash, my virginity is the gift I plans to give to my future husband. Okay?"

Eh?

Hold on... she's trying to tell me that the Noah guy hasn't  touch her? To say I'm shocked right now, is an understatement. My mouth open wide, unable to voice out anything.

And during my silence she tried to slip away but I pressed forward towards her and unintentionally, my rod poked her. The way she shivered and gulped by the skin contact showed that she was even barely controlling herself and that made me smirk.

"Trust me Cynthia, All of this believe of yours won't matter to your father by the time I'm done with him." I whispered as I approached my lips to her neck and started kissing it.

"A...and what do you...you mean...stop!" Cynthia words came out in moaning as I was busy placing wet kisses on her sensitive areas.

"With money all things are possible!" Was the last statement that went down before shit got steamy.

She tried telling me that the right statement is "No, it's with God all things are..." her last word was replaced with a moan.