GusLey Madness

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"You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person" – Oscard Wilde

Chapter 009

Lesley woke up alone. She couldn't feel Gusion's strong arms around her. She didn't feel his strong legs entwined with hers when she turned over to the other side of the bed. The empty space besides her confirms it.

Looking at the clock that says one in the afternoon shocks her. 'I must have slept for too long.'

Lesley sighs as she lay in her back and stares at the ceiling. The sunlight creeping through the tall windows that span the far wall.

The night before plays through her mind and she suddenly feels hot inside. Lesley cannot believed how far she'd let things go last night to the point that she let Gusion come inside her. She can still feel the wetness between her thighs but for some reason, Lesley seems not to regret what happened. Never in her life that she felt so deeply connected to someone. What Gusion did to her was too good that Lesley thinks she won't ever be able to get enough.

She wasn't sure what to feel about him being absent in her side when she woke up. Lesley was a bit disappointed about it but she decided not to dwell on it. She climbed out of the bed and heads toward the bathroom.

Lesley glances at the mirror. Her long magenta hair is a messed and her lips is still swollen from the passionate kissed Gusion had given her. She took a step closer to the mirror and pulled on the neckline of his black shirt and Lesley sees little red marks around her neck down to the top of her breasts. Flashes of Gusion's kissing and sucking on them flip through her mind making Lesley to blushes hard.

'I look thoroughly loved.'

Sighing, Lesley debates to herself on taking a bath because she was still tired and sore between her legs. A sweet pain that makes her smile. It's like Gusion marked her as his. Feeling the blush in her cheeks, Lesley opens the faucet and splashes her face with water. She brushed her teeth and cleans herself up.

After she freshened up, Lesley took one look at the mirror and padded out of the room. She was unsure of where to go, she slipped on a blue silk robe from the closet and headed downstairs in search of the man who make her heart flutter, Gusion.

Lesley looked around the spacious room, bypassing several empty rooms at its closed doors on her way down. Hearing a distant sound coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon and carbonara reaches her cute pointy nose.

When she reached the kitchen, Lesley paused. 'Oh my God, I didn't know such daring handsome man can cook?'

Gusion stood in front of the stove with his broad back on her and just wearing his black jeans that hung dangerously low on his strong hips.

She felt her mouth watered but not from the food. His muscles are on for full display. Gusion's body was carved and molded to perfection. Her emerald eyes trailed down to his body as Lesley couldn't help it. She was captivated.

She felt those hard muscles rippling under her touch but seeing them now in a broad daylight caused her breathing to gone frantic.

'Why is he perfect?'

There is no other word for Lesley to describe. The man can be a weapon himself just by his handsome face or body.