Voluptuously Yours,

Shrewdly Blooming

Dawn found herself breathing hard as she closed the door of the laundry room.

She couldn't get over what she saw back there.

More essentially, why was it making her feel like an uncomfortable betrayal was purging out of her?

As she tried to assimilate her thoughts, she strode to the washing machine and rested her hands on the top of the equipment.

Her head draped down and she closed her eyes. Never again-

The thought left incomplete when the door swung open displaying the man of the hour.

Her eyes snapped up with a glare and wetted her lips as she turned to face him.

Richard stepped forward, away from the door only to stop short when he noticed what she was wearing.

When he had seen her run and instantly shoved Gloria out of his way. To return home only to find a naked Gloria waiting for him, made his dick shrivel.

How many times does he have to tell her that he wasn't into her like that? More importantly, never will be.

He was engrossed and absorbed by Dawn only.

He had come home purposely late because he couldn't handle it anymore.

It was getting too much.

He felt like the chrysalis of unsanctioned lasciviousness that elevated from completely avoiding Dawn to finally succumbing into her.

The whole situation that occurred at the club was just the prelude. He had an a whole act waiting in his fucking pants.

He was almost riddled with guilt when he saw her flinch at his snark tone but his rising rapturousness was making it difficult to breathe the same air as hers.

She did this to him and he can't seemed get out her snare. She was so fucking desirable, his knees wanted to just sink into the floor and await for her.

When his sultry eyes dropped to her svelte neck then to her full breasts that weren't left to any imagination due to the sheerness of the gown.

Dawn stilled. The man was about to have sex with her mother and he had the gall to look...

In a derided tone, she said, "Have a nice fuck."

She maneuvers passed him, hoping to not touch him while she left.

When his hands caught her arm stopping her, it triggered her furiously.

"Let me go." Dawn's voice measured and stoned.

The hand tightened further around her arm, making her almost whimper.

"What you saw isn't what you think." The gravel stone voice washed over her. She felt the need to throw up.

"What I saw was enough."  She struggled under his hold. Wringing her arm out of his hold, she moves to the door.

Before she reaches it, he spins her. Taking her waist into his arm, he bodily snags her up against his chest.

"If you don't release me, I'll scream."

With a look of psychotic glint, Richard muttered while staring at her glossy lips. "Oh, I'll make you scream alright."

His state made her shiver with anticipation and she frowned at him, at the way he was looking, at her own reaction.

"How dare you look at me like that?" She tried to pushed at his chest, desperately wanting distance between them.