Sweet Fire

20.

TWENTY

The chauffeur opened the door of the limousine and the Alvaros existed. Mr. and Mrs. Alvaro proceeded into the hall while their children stayed back. The sisters released sighs of relief simultaneously and chuckled afterwards.

“Uh… I thought I was going to suffocate in there.” Tamera sighed referring to the electrifying ride they just had with the parents. Their father was not showing even the slightest drop of emotion as he had his neutral look on, while their mother was still upset about his threat from the other day. Sometimes, Samira wonders how their mother was able to stand the man.

“Me too,” Samira added, throwing a hand over her chest.  

“I am not following them back home.” Tamera said. “I would rather take a taxi.”

“I am way ahead of you.” The laughed together.

Taking her sister’s hand, Tamera said. “Okay, let’s go inside.” Samira nodded and just when they were about to walk on, she caught Eros’s May Bach enter the compound from the corner of her eye. She watched the sleek car move to a stop and then a valet went to open his door.

A shining black shoe, made the first exit out of the car. Then the other followed. His hand extended out, handing the key to the valet and then he alighted from the vehicle. Samira was transfixed. She has never seen Eros look so edible like he did now. His three-piece suit fitted him so well, molding his taunt muscles. She felt like running her fingers through that beautifully gelled hair and tracing his jawline that was on full display thanks to his hair being styled backwards. His blue eyes met her brown ones and she would have melted into a blob on the floor if Tamera had not been holding her hand.

Tamera knew how deeply Samira was in love with Eros after watching her almost melt at the sight of him. She did not blame her sister though. The man was looking quiet striking tonight. She would have reacted the same way if her boyfriend appeared looking that hot. Tamera cleared her throat. “I will go inside.” She said.

Samira heard her sister speak, but her mind did not register any of it. Therefore, when Tamera let go of her hand, she almost fell to the ground; but luckily, Eros was there to catch her. His woodsy smell, invaded her nostrils making her knees wobbly. Without any preamble, she sealed her lips on his. She did not care that they were outside a building, she did not care that people were arriving, she did not care that people were even watching them, all she cared about at that moment, was drowning herself in the soft, addicting, delectable flesh that were his lips. Eros’s lips always brought her indescribable desire and she knew she had to break it off before things got out of hand.

“What was that for?” Eros asked, breathless, after Samira broke the kiss.

“You are looking so hot, I just could not resist.” Her cheeks flushed after her reply and he smirked.

“Look who is talking.” He pressed his lips on hers for a quick kiss. “Did you wear that dress to torture me?” His gaze swept over her again, taking in the creamy, off the shoulder, skintight dress, which was doing nothing to her body but showing off its sinfully beautiful curves.

A smirk formed on Samira’s lips as she stepped out of his arms, giving him a twirl. “Me?” She faked innocence. “Why would I do that when I know people will be watching?”

Eros groaned, gaining a chuckled from Samira. “Come on, love, the party is waiting.” Samira locked her arm with his elbow and together they entered the hall.

The place was beautiful, with crystal chandeliers hanging off the ceiling. Bright lights, spotless tiled floors and cool music gave the hall a lively environment. There tables for the invited guests, champagne and a stage where whoever it was that organized this were to address his or her audience.