Iman Harriott ~
"You can place them over here sir, I will alert Iman of the flowers once she has arrived..." Mel instructed the delivery man
"Um this must be a different Iman you're referring to because who is buying me a big ass bouquet please..." I stumbled across the multi coloured flowers being placed on the gifts table
"Nope, it's definitely for you- and they are from a person called "A"..." Mel pointed out
Adonis does not even know my location like that or where I work so it couldn't be him. But then again there is Dimitri that could've spilled information about me to him. But then again I'd grill Dimitri for that because I don't want flowers from Adonis at all and even if I did, not at my workplace.
"Whoa somebody is loved here- who are those flowers for?" Alex found this situation very amusing
"You didn't get me these?" I was half disappointed
"I couldn't take credit for somebody else's thoughtfulness and I didn't know you wanted flowers from me Iman, I didn't know you were feeling man like that-"
"No you fool-" I heard Melanie chuckle "- I only said that because if it was from you, I wouldn't have been that shocked knowing you're obsessed with me"
"Obsessed is Alistair, the way he- Ow!" I elbowed him "What was that for!"
"Your mouth is big, you're gonna have people think an affair is going on or something"
"Well is there?" Silence grew after Alex asked the question
"No!" I shut down very quickly "And he's not obsessed with me, just because he was my ex that came and replaced you for two weeks, that doesn't mean he's obsessed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking these flowers to my dressing room before we go on air" I picked up the flowers
I can see why Melanie had the delivery man carry these. This shit is heavy.
As I am walking away, I can just tell and feel that Alex is feeding some bullshit to Mel about Alistair. He's been on this thing for time, thinking Alistair still wants me. He's not half wrong, but I can't have him speculating. I can't have Melanie speculating either. I can't let anyone know that Alistair is having an affair with me. It'll be like Chinese whispers and then I'm plastered on the newspapers for being a home-wrecker. It'll literally ruin my whole brand and I'm not ready for that.
I entered into my dressing room, placing the flowers down. I took my phone out to message Alistair knowing he sent those flowers to my workplace. He knows I don't have vases like that and this bouquet is much bigger than the other one he got for me.
Me: I know you sent me those flowers
Ryle🙎🏻♂️: Your Welcome
Me: I know you're grinning like a fucking Cheshire Cat
Ryle🙎🏻♂️: Hmm is that so...
Me: I know so. Anyways I've got to start work soon
Ryle🙎🏻♂️: I want to come and see you later. Are you free later?
Me: On a school night?
Ryle🙎🏻♂️: School night or not Harriott I'm going to see you regardless
Why bother asking knowing you're going to show up. I'm not complaining though.
Me: You're right. I will see you later
Ryle🙎🏻♂️: Yes you will😈
Fucking freak!
***
"Now you tell me, how many bouquets are you going to keep buying for me Alistair?" I asked jokingly, watching Alistair carry the bouquets into my home
"As much as you want..." a silly smirk slapped upon his face, as he placed the flowers on my kitchen counter
I knew he was coming later, so I kept the flowers in my car as they were too much to handle.
"...In all seriousness, I thought about the conversation we had on Sunday morning and I really want to show you that I mean that I am falling for you. It's going to take more than just flowers, but I saw these bouquets on my way to work one morning and I immediately thought of you"
I mean divorcing Alana would be brilliant proof but let me not ruin this moment.
"Awh..." I caressed his cheek, turning it into a cute kiss, tiptoeing a little
The cute kisses started to turn into intimate kisses to neck kisses, as Alistair spun me around as my back was facing the edge of the counter.
"What?..." Alistair asked with a puzzling but humorous expression on his face, bringing his face away from my neck
"I swear we can never have a cute moment without having sex" I laughed
"I didn't think you had a problem with it?" Alistair sounded concerned "if it's too much-"
"Alistair behave, it's never too much. I'm just shocked that I'm not pregnant as yet"
"Trust if it wasn't for this situation, I would've given you a football team by now..."
And that is why I have to be big on protection because this is not the first time he made a threat like this. I will never forget that heinous comment back in uni when he said he'd make me pregnant.
"I mean there was one time that you fucked me so good, that I was going to risk it..."
"You have to be very specific with me here Harriott, I fuck you good all the time..." Alistair made clear
"Cocky bastard..." I rolled my eyes
"Very...cocky...indeed..."Alistair carefully said as he started unbuckling his belt
***
"Mmm Fuck Iman!..." Alistair mumbled to himself, as I rode him
"Do you like how that feels babe..." I spoke, watching him struggle
"Be careful Iman...I will give you one..." he slapped both of my ass cheeks harshly, as I hissed in pleasure
Alistair slid both of his hands underneath my shirt, as his hands squeezed my breasts firmly, causing me to roll my head back to the sensation of him fondling me.
A knock suddenly sounded from my door. It was the evening and I wasn't expecting anyone at my home, so I continued to focus on Alistair.
"T-the d-door" Alistair spoke through gritted teeth
I will purposely get louder, so they know that I am busy.
Now my phone started to go off.
"Whoever is calling me?, this better be urg- Amaya" I went to pick up my phone that was on the coffee table, while Alistair's dick was still inside me
"Hello, is everything al-"
"Are you home?" Her voice let me know that she was not indeed alright
I immediately got off Alistair, finding my panties and shorts that were flung on the floor somewhere, as I remained on the phone to her.
"Yes I am home- what's wrong Amaya?" I asked again, showing concern
"Please open your door, I need- I need help..."
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