Chapter Five
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"You can't be here Cherry" Nicholas voiced. He ran to the window to check if Nessa was back "She would be back soon. You better leave".
Nicholas and Cherry has a baby girl together. He was worried Nessa wouldn't appreciate her presence.
"Oh come of it. What will happen?" Cherry snapped
Nicholas signaled with his hands to keep her voice down, then replied almost in whisper
"This is her house".
Cherry loured
"Come live with me. We can afford a house together. Our son needs you" She comes closer, and rubs his chest gentily and said in a beguiling whisper "I know you want this too".
Nicholas made an attempt to refrain, but she was already sizzling him so well
"Is not that simple Cherry" he said.
She chuckled at his feeble attempt, he was already giving in to the s****l sensation. She ran her fingers down gentily into his thighs. Nicholas grasped and shut his eyes. He felt defeated already and almost ready to risk it all
She stretched her neck to his ear and whispers in an alluring tone.
"We would talk about this later"
Then withdrew herself from him.
Nicholas exhaled with relief, wishing she never stopped. He watched her pick her bag, heading for the door.
As soon as she opened the door, Nessa fell in on her. Cherry jerked on reflex at first, pushing Nessa off her to the floor. Nicholas shivered in fear.
They both exchanged awkward glances then looked back at Nessa, who was snoring on the floor. Cherry took a step away from her, as Nicholas came closer to examine Nessa. She was lying face down.
He squats next to her and hestiatedly turned her over.
She oozed of strong alcohol. Nicholas turned his face in disgust.
"Gosh she drunk again".
Cherry hissed "What piss of s**t. What are you doing with her".
Nicholas blurted out, putting a finger to his lips.
"shhhh.. she maybe awake".
"She is snoring. she can't."
She hissed again and stormed out in anger.
Nicholas doesn't know what to do with Nesa again. She has been emotionally unstable since he knew her, but he doesn't care either.
She own a house and she is very easy to manipulate. What more can he ask for.
He dragged her roughly by her hand and threw her on the couch. He went upstairs, returned shortly with a blanket and threw it next to her.
He felt hungry and headed to the kitchen to make dinner for himself.
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