My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alistair Ryle ~

The original plan was to wake up and leave without any warning- well I couldn't given the fact that I would have to wake Iman up in order for me to leave. But the truth is, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Seeing her unclothed body next to me, sleeping so peacefully...who would want to leave abruptly.

Memories of last night played in my head as Iman asked if I could make her breakfast before I left. That was exactly what I was going to do, as she is asleep right now. I don't think she would've expected it since I'd have to go back home, but Alana can wait. I want to surprise Iman. I don't want her to think that she's just a mere fuck to me. Iman is more than that, and I want to show her, despite the situation.

I got out of bed, making sure I didn't make it known that my side of her bed will become lighter.

"I need to start bringing extra clothes..." I whispered to myself, putting on the same clothes I had on last night

I made my way downstairs, into her kitchen, brainstorming in my head on what I'd make her for breakfast. I looked into her cupboards and fridge- she doesn't have a lot in either.

"Does she eat?" I wondered to myself, concerned for the lack of food

Maybe she didn't have time to do grocery shopping and by the size and interiors of her home, she can surely afford a personal shop assistant to buy her groceries. I do not want to pry myself into her business, but if there is another time (which I'm sure there will be) when I visit her in her home again, I will bring it up.

"Looks like it's going to be avocado and egg toast for the morning..." I took out the eggs from out the fridge

I also had noticed when we worked together, she always had an iced latte on her before we went on set. I saw Iman drink it everyday and never once thought "what latte is she drinking". I know for a fact that she has coffee beans somewhere in the kitchen, so I will make her an ice latte to go with it as well.

I was nearly finished making the breakfast, when I turned around and saw a half sleepy Iman that was trying to show off her smile to me.

"Boo" Iman softly said, approaching towards me

"Morning to you too- how did you sleep?" I asked, placing a kiss on her forehead

"Like a fucking baby..." she expressed

Of course she would have, I had her in numerous positions last night.

"Here-" I passed the ice latte to her "- I know that you're an avid ice latte lover so I made you a glass, to go completely with your breakfast"

"Thank you-" she took a sip, before forwarding the glass in my direction to try some

"I know how it tastes Hariott..." I found her humorous

"You know how my pussy tastes but you won't turn it away" Iman's words took me by surprise

"You're right..."

"I know I am, now open up-" Iman, brought the glass to my lips, as I drank some of her iced latte "- I find it cute that you watched me on set with my ice latte"

"You make me sound like a stalker" I rolled my eyes

"You said it not me" Iman stated in defence, making me roll my eyes once more again

We sat down to start eating the breakfast that I made. We spoke amongst ourselves about anything and everything. I found myself being captivated by Iman as I watched her rant on about god knows what, while she finished her food. I wasn't staring at her for lust reasons. I'm starting to feel like I am falling for her and there is nothing that can stop this. I could stop seeing her, but I'll be miserable again.