Super Love

Chapter Eight

The suns rays hit my face waking me up from my sleep. I didn't know what time I got to bed last night just thinking of how he left me like that.

Why would he just pick up and leave? Especially after all we did together on two occasions. I won't deny that there isn't an attraction. Honestly I was hoping he would be so glad.

I forced myself out of bed and went to brush my teeth and washed my face. I walked into the dining area and sat on one of the seats. What was I to do? There just had to be a way he would let me go.

I heard a little noise towards the door and hoped it was Mohammed. Unfortunately it wasn't, it was just another one of his friends. "Hi, this is from Mohammed. He wants you to eat and wear this," pointing to the designer bag. I was intrigued to know what was inside the bag.

I watched him as he lay the food down and put the bag on the floor. He then exited the apartment and left me all alone. I looked at the food, it could wait. I wanted to know what was in that bag, so I jumped off the chair and walked towards it. I slowly kneeled down and slightly opened the bag. I could see that there in the bag lay something ivory. I took it out and lay the long evening dress onto the floor. I was in absolute awe because it was just beautiful. Well it was a Tarik Ediz dress so of course it was. It featured bead epauaetts that sparkled on the shoulders. It also had a sparkling band that was around the waist.

I left the dress on the floor and went straight back to the dining area. I sat back at the seat I was sitting on earlier and began eating my breakfast. It was nothing to special, just banana bread and an iced chocolate. I had previously told one of the men that came to visit with food that if they were to buy me food I wanted to eat what I wanted to eat. I didn't want them to dictate what I wanted to eat. The thought of me wearing that dress made me a little excited. Why was I to wear this beautiful dress? Is he taking me somewhere?

After eating my breakfast I walked back to the room with the evening dress. I wanted to see how it looked on my body, secretly hoping that it would fit perfectly. I slowly took of my clothes I had been wearing as well as the undergarments.

I rampaged through the undergarments I had, till I found a white laced embroidery bra and a matching G string. I quickly put them on and heard the door of the apartment close. I quickly covered myself with the blanket, unsure of who was to come in.

It was Mohammed, in the most elegant business attire. My eyes scanning his beautifully shaped body. He was in navy trousers and a suit jacket that showed his defined upper half. "Are you done checking me out," he said probably pleased that I was in fact checking him out.

I turned my head around, unable to say anything. "Are you going to get dressed or am I going to have to dress you?" He asked. I turned to face him "can you get out so I can please?" I asked.

"Why so modest now Ayana," he questioned. What did he mean by that? Is he talking about our heated kisses because he enjoyed that more than I did. I had the evidence of his erection twice, not that he hid it away from or denied the attraction.

He walked towards me with the dress and threw the covers off the bed. I was shocked because he pulled the covers out of my hand so quick. His eyes roamed my body, well I was only in lacy bra and a g string. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes because he didn't know we're to look.

I slowly ignored his beautiful chocolate eyes and grabbed the dress out of his hands. He threw the dress onto the bed and grabbed me closer to him. He brought his finger towards my collarbone and traced down to my breasts. He was making me nervous with just one touch. His other hand went down my back and rested on my lower back.

"Look what your doing to me. Is this what you want?" He almost moaned just saying that. It wasn't my fault that I was in the middle of getting dressed.