Tragedy of the African Cinderella [Black Book3]✔

22.

"Now you just acting weird and boring," Ace commented as he shut the door. Nora hadn't shaken from the position he earlier left her, eyes still plastered to the half-buried tv on the wall.

Her eyes never even darted to him which only made him sigh.

The atmosphere that morning was intoxicating and made him vacate. Even though he wasn't gone for too long and too far, he still wished she was with him. But perhaps the space will help.

"Move! you're invading my space,"

Nora evaporated from the bed to condense on the sofa with a growl.

Ace's eyes narrowed, his lips thinned. "There too," Nora hopped on to the dressing stool. "There too. Actually, until you're outside I'll be at peace."

"You're serious right now?"

"Never been,"

"Tsuip!" She stomped toward the main door.

"Com' on, I'm not that heartless. The porch is yours. I have to keep an eye on you ever so often." She rolled her eyes and pivoted. "Unless," he added. "You agree to a truth or dare session,"

"In your dreams, Ace, in your dreams."

He leaned on the door frame with folded arms and watched her shudder. "You talked to me in my dreams last night and here you are. I guess I just have to go dream that you agree to the truth or dare," he shrugged and almost shut the door. "Oh, very cold night, I must admit."

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty.

Her silence made him wonder if she was still breathing. He hoped she would be thumping and pleading by now, but she seemed to be more comfortable out as in.

"What are you? A caribou or something?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice.

"A human who simply found pleasure in the remarkable sight. You can join me if you won't freeze. Don't have enough ears to sustain chattering teeth. The city's alive tonight, you don't want to miss this."

"How come you aren't affected?" He rubbed his hands and blew in them.

"I'm immune,"

He asked no more as the vivid images of her sauntering to the public tap in the middle of the night chiseled his mind. Then came silence.

"Did you dream?" She inquired.

"Couldn't even shut an eye. Why ask?"

"What a pity. Was about to crown you a clairvoyant." He looked perplexed. "Are you still in for that truth or dare session?" He smirked. "I've never played this before. I thought you should know."

"There's always a first time," he shut the door behind him. "Every game has rules,"

"Ok..."

"You are liable to seven truths and endless dares."

"I'm out!"

"Wimp," he provoked. "Chicken, Coward—"

"I'm not..."

"Weakling, scaredy-cat, mouse—"

"Ok. Ok. Let's do this."

"You fail to carry out a task, you strip."

She was hesitant. He thought as much. He was about to change the stakes but was stunned when she shyly nodded. "What happens when we're out of clothes?"

"Double shots of whiskey," he shrugged. "Ladies first,"

It was easy going at first. He took advantage of the game for he knew for sure that Nora was never going to strip before him. But then, she took off her shirt when he asked her if she meant what she had said the previous night and her shorts when he asked if there was someone she was attracted to. He underestimated the girl.

What a sight though.

She failed miserably at concealing her body because behind every effort was a fantastic sight. "I don't like this." She confessed. Harassing his clothes with her eyes.

"I think it hugs you perfectly,"

"I'm not talking about the lingerie." She flatly stated.

"Well, you can't blame me," he winked. "Your questions and dares are pretty lame."

"Told you I'm not good at this."

"That's not it. You think too much. Just say whatever comes to your mind."

Nora exhaled. What could she possibly ask? Her anxiety to see him undress was pitched when she had succeeded in making him take off his shirt. What was so bad in replying to 'what's the craziest thing you've done?'

"Is it that bad?" She inquired. His cargo pants slid down just asking him how often he touched himself.

"You're nasty, Nora. And here am thinking...gawddd you're so nasty."

She simply giggled as embarrassment dusted her face. Perhaps it was the effect of the six shots of throat burning whiskey she had. "Should I take it as a compliment?"

"You could. Sorry for you though, the truths are exhausted. Twerk for me." He stated as he relaxed on the bed with both hands beneath his head.

"Don't laugh at me," she giggled. "I've never done this before."

And when she did, it was rather funny how she didn't even require a lot of effort to do it. Ace was stupefied at the jiggling mess before him. That was it. That was all he needed to release, if he was touching himself that is. Already, he had been hard as fuck for the past two hours just staring at her mesmerizing body.

goddamn it!

He grazed his hardness. Adjusted it. It was seriously screaming, battering.

"It's ok."

"My turn," again, she giggled which only made him mind battle on the blow he would be receiving any moment soon. "I dare you..." She grinned.

It was probably going to be very nasty. On normal occasions, the questions wouldn't have been strange or cumbersome to answer if it were from his friends and in the gathering of some random bitches but at this point...he feared. Not only to portray a bad image of himself in front of Nora but also to jeopardize her innocence.

"To kiss me."

His mind froze.

When it began functioning again, he quickly went for the bottle. He gulped more than was necessary.

Nora said nothing. He could clearly see her disappointment. His next dare was for her to flash a random man which, as expected, she preferred to go for the shot.

"Let me kiss you." She ordered.

"No."

"That wasn't even a question. It's my dare."

The situation wasn't one he'd wished to find himself in. Very wise. But he couldn't let her. God knows he would never stop if he did.
She began to crawl towards him, slowly and seductively and God did that blow his mind.

"The game's over." He declared.

"Why are you avoiding this?" She was close enough for him to see it wasn't Nora he'd been with half of the night. It was the damn alcohol.

Ace left the bed. "We used all truths."

"But you just said the game was over."

"I'm still not answering it."

"Now you're the wimp, Coward, mouse—"

He sighed and began to pace. "Stop it!"

"Come and sit down first." She tapped the bed. "Or I'll come there myself." She giggled.

"No."

"Don't think too much. Just...come ok? I won't whip. I won't punish either." She stretched her arms like she was about to carry a baby. "Ok. I'll come to you, then."

Remind me not ever involve alcohol.

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