Chapter 04

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Amira



"Tino I forgot Marcus was supposed to be coming over so can you go to the store for me?" I asked.

"What he coming over for? Amaya aint here." Valentino questioned me while looking at me intensely.

"Don't question me nigga. Are you going to the store or not?" I spat irritated with his attitude.

"Are you going to give daddy a kiss?" He said poking his lips out.

"You joking right?" I coughed.

"Yea, just cause you mad at me currently don't mean you not my woman no more." He spoke sounding sincere. Valentino leaned towards me but I raised my hands to his chest to stop him before our lips met.

"No Tino. Go kiss that bitch." I said coldly.

I seen Tino face expression change but it disappeared to fast for me to read it. I had a feeling he was surprised to see me snap on him but I didnt care. He needed to realize that he fucked up.

"Yep call you when I get there." He said as he walked out of my room and closed the door.

I got up from my bed and decided to take a quick shower. After I  washed up for about 20 minutes, I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. I dried and lotioned myself before leaving the bathroom. The house was silent so I knew Valentino didn't come back yet. I freely walked out naked to the living room and turned on the surround system. Freakin Me by Jamie Foxx ft Marsha Ambrosius blasted through the speakers. I danced all the way to my room in my world.

The 6 feet wooden mirror that hung on my bedroom wall was now reflecting my small body frame. I continued to seductively move to the beat of the music while letting my hands explore my nude assets. I felt my womanhood getting moist and sticky between my thighs. Valentino and I haven't had sex in over two weeks. An orgasm was long overdue. I started to debate about letting Valentino satisfy me for my own selfish needs but immediately decided against it. I walked to my black lounge chair and rolled it near my bed. I sat down and lifted one of my legs up on the bed.

Closing my eyes, I moaned out letting the pleasure of my fingers twirling my throbbing rosebud consume me. I slowly inserted two fingers inside and felt my juices run down my hand. I sped up the pace as I could feel my orgasm building to its peak. While placing my free hand on my breast, I massaged my erect nipple. I cried aloud as warm liquid escaped my insides, forming a puddle in the chair.

"Damn" A masculine voice whispered.

I opened my eyes and saw Marcus watching my every move.

"What the fuck?!" I shrieked trying find something to cover my exposed body.

"I'm sorry ma. I was loo..." Marcus began to apologize.
I ran to my bedroom door and slammed it in his face. 

I quickly slipped on a lace thong, Nike Pro shorts and a white boyfriend t-shirt. The music turned off and it sounded like the 70in flat screen was now cut on.Nervously I walked towards the living room hoping Marcus wasn't here.

Luckily he wasn't in there. I took a seat on the black leather sectional couch and grabbed the remote. While flipping through the channels, I heard a door close. Marcus strolled out my sister's room and walked towards the front door.

He stopped in his tracks and said "Aye my bad about earlier. The front door was unlocked so I let myself in. I called your name before walking to the back."

"Mhm it mustve been the music." I replied softly.

"Ight tell Amaya I'll be by later" He answered. My heart began to race as I thought about telling my twin hey your boyfriend watched me masturbate and seen me naked. The only man who has seen me fully undressed is Valentino so it felt awkward knowing Marcus has seen me bare.

"How long were you watching me?" I asked Marcus before he left out the door.

He laughed licking his lips and looked at me weirdly, "Long enough to see how beautiful you are when you come ma."

My mouth dropped and I wasn't sure how to respond back or what emotion to feel. I was angry, nervous and shocked at the time. Before I had time to come up with something to say he walked out and closed the door, leaving me speechless.

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