A Dancehall Story- Book 10 Part 2

Chapter 47- 8 seconds

Stacy's POV 

I was taking advantage of this man. Before bed I was oN his dick and in the morning it was me again. I was treating him like my personal penicillin.

There was so much I had to tell him but couldn't muster up an ounce of bravery, so fucking the shit out of him was distracting me from all the chaos happening around us.

“You don’t mind me sliding on your dick like this right?” I asked, whispering against his lips while slowly bouncing on him.

I could see the sun peaking through the blinds and here I was, now reverse cowgirl, grinding onto him.

He gripped my ass and hissed as I soaked him, causing me to start riding faster on his rock-hard cock. “Line, yah get harder,” I moaned through the agony of his thrust as he matched my rhythm

“Yes!” I screamed when he pulled me back to him, hugging me like his life depended on it. He braced deep into me. “Fuck!” I grunted after feeling his heavy release.

For a little while I lay on his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat and thanking God I was able to hear it again.

“Babe, I have a meeting but I will be back by midday.” He pulled me back into the bed and shook his head, he didn’t agree with that.

“Babe, I promise I will be back.” I kissed him and quickly made my escape to the bathroom.

Chalkline’s POV 

Either Stacy was up to something or some shit was going on. I only get fucked like this when this fucking woman is in some shit.

The problem is, that she has everyone so afraid of her that I don't even know who I could trust to ask questions.

“Wah you upto, Stacy?”

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Stacy’s POV 

“Nice of you to stop by Mrs. Azri.”

Aleya Azri, was born into money and married into even more money and she wasn’t afraid to remind everyone by looking the part.

Here she was, standing in my Holding Area dressed in khaki pants and a navy blue blazer, sporting the Azri family crest.

I've only seen our family crest a few times through official letters and now and then Mel would wear a jacket with it or a button.

Dragon for the Walker's and an Eagle for the Muirs. Honestly, I believe they should have been a bloodclaat Vampire and a johncrow.

“Mrs. Walker, nice of you to extend an invitation. I love the new house by the way,” she said. I hated how she spoke.

Just uppity and nasal.

“Thank you. You are welcome anytime.”

 We have never spoken much. Just hi and bye when Alexis would hold LJ hostage on a phone call.

“Though I understand why I am here, it's nice to finally sit and chat.”

What the fuck she think this is?

“Yes. I am glad you are aware of the situation.”

“Yes, I have spoken to Alexis, she extended her sincere apologies and reassured me and Alexander that this would never happen again.”

She better know this.

“Mrs. Azri—”

“Call me Aleya,” she smiled and flexed a dainty hand towards me.