My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

A couple of days had passed, and it was now Saturday. Tuesday was really the last day that Alistair and I were actually able to spend some quality time together. We spoke on the phone and FaceTimed, but we were both busy with our own affairs.

Alistair was busy with work, and working with his lawyers to save his reputation in some way, as well as discussing the ins and outs of his divorce.

Alistair had to issue an apology to both Alana and I the next day he came into work, nationally on television. Whereas I on the other hand, my PR team told me not to even mention the affair scandal, whatsoever. They said as it wasn't a detriment to my career, however if I did not get my name cleared on the fact that I lied on Harry, (which I did not), I could lose out on so much.

I can't lie, I'm kind of feeling it still

I don't blame people for not believing me. For crying out loud, I'm being labelled as a home wrecker and a fake rape victim- of course, people aren't going to believe me. I sound sketchy as fuck. Plus pictures of Alistair and I started circulating on social media after the news broke out.

That high I was on Tuesday, coming to work happy, was dimming down, realising the actual shit that I am in. Like the fact that everything I worked hard on, can be taken away from me very soon because a white man wanted to call me a liar.

The feeling of losing all hope was making an appearance, but Alistair made sure to push that rain cloud of dullness away from me whenever he could sense I was getting into that state. Even though he wasn't physically with me for the days he couldn't, his voice alone made it feel as if he was right next to me...well he's right next to me now...snuggled even.

Since Saturday was the day that he was taking me hiking, we planned a sleepover. Alistair was fast asleep, his muscular arms wrapped around my bare breasts, not wanting to let me go.

And no we did not have sex, it's hot as hell and sleeping with no clothes is so much better in the summer.

However, we nearly broke the rule. I wanted to suck it so badly. Alistair was so horrible to me when he ran his hands up and down his veiny length. The way my mouth was salivating, begging to fuck him with my mouth - the way Lil Wayne described it. I had to go straight to bed and I did not want him anywhere near me or he would have no choice but to put it in. But typical of Alistair, he found his way to me during his sleep.

I remember when we never cuddled in bed for the first couple of nights when we'd sleep with each other in University. Now he can't keep his hands off me and I want it to stay like that. I want him to yearn for me, go sick because I'm not near him. It's so comforting and if I could, I'd stay in this position forever. Wanting to be in his skin, hearing his low snores against my neck. His arms tightening around me- he's so adorable

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"Harriott...Harriott...wake up..." I was attacked with kisses all over my face by an excited Alistair

"Morning breath Alistair..." I screwed my face, trying to muzzle out the smell

It wasn't a bad smell, I just didn't want to smell it first thing in the morning.

"Oh shut up, you love it really..." he stated defensively, moving his lips to my neck

"Mhm..." I hummed out in pleasure I was feeling in my vagina, due to Alistair's soft touch

"Oh I cannot wait to have you again" Alistair looked up from kissing my neck, to my eyes, before bringing his lips to kiss me

Alistair soon got a hold of my waist, lifting me from the bed. My legs were now wrapped around his chiselled torso, as he was taking us to god knows where.