Point proven!
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“Fine, I’ll forget about what happened between us! But is this how you cheat on my brother? How dare you Raf?”
The hired entertainer was on top of Raf, unbuttoning his shirt and giving him a lap dance.
I moved toward the door, it didn’t open.
“Raf I don’t want it to be here. I do not care to watch any of this.”
“What did you say, I cheated on your brother? He knows about this.”
“ What do you mean? He knows you have s*x with any d**k, tom or harry?”
“Watch your mouth!”
He moaned slowly. The entertainer had his mouth deep down on his d**k already, slurping and swallowing him whole at this point. He knelt down between Raf’s legs, taking on his throbbing d**k. His hands worked in a steady rhythm. He focused his mouth on the cap and used his hands to rub on the shaft in an up and down motion.
I felt disgusted but at the same time I was intrigued, I had only ever seen this in movies.
“Lucas and I— we’re not a couple.”
I froze. “What did you say? You aren’t a couple?”
“We fool around, that's it. But he’s special and I would hate to break his trust. I trust myself enough to attend this dinner. But you? I don’t trust. Not after what you pulled off at the club.”
He held the head of the guy and pulled him off his d**k and turned him to face me. He stared at me distinctively like he wanted to pass a message and he needed me to understand.
“I don’t chase attachment.” His jaw tightened. “You were nothing special.”
He placed the entertainer's mouth back on his d**k and moaned softly.
I couldn't blink properly. The words hurt me, they shouldn’t, but they did.
“Are you convincing me or yourself?” I finally said.
He didn’t respond instead he moaned louder and just when it felt like he was about to climax he raised the entertainer's mouth off his d**k. He didn’t c*m. He didn’t!
Did he want me? Was that why he held it in?
He dismissed the entertainer abruptly. “You may leave.”
“Yes sir” he responded, but his expression seemed down. Like he couldn’t please his master.
I watched him leave. The shut door now suddenly could open.
Raf stood up. He tried to adjust his clothes, his throbbing d**k was still hard and in sight.
I gulped. I was completely infatuated. He looked like he could have another go. He adjusted his d**k into his trouser. The lines of his exposed chest were broad and defined. I wanted to touch them. I wanted him to touch me.
He walked up to me and stood in front of me. I tried moving my legs but they didn’t bulge. The tension kept surging within me. He slowly spoke into my ears. “My driver's gonna drop you. You can leave.”
He brushed his shoulders past mine and was about to leave the room when I pulled his shirt back. Our eyes locked. I needed him, I wanted him.
He suddenly took over my lips, sucking at them like he had been waiting for this moment. But the words “you’re nothing special,” kept ringing in my head and I pulled away. I quickly opened the door and ran off.
“f**k Mia, not again!” I muttered adjusting my shirt that got rumpled. I rushed downstairs to leave, when I got to the patio outside my phone started ringing. It was Lucas calling.
“Hi Lu, what’s up?” I said almost shaking.
“Hey M, your voice sounds agitated.”
“Oh yeah, I took the stars instead of the elevator at the office so—“
“That’s tough. Anyways I invited Raf for dinner.” I wanted to let you know. Is that okay?”
“Oh— I thought this was supposed to be a you and me thing though?”
“Yeah but I assumed it would be nice if he attended. My boyfriend, your boss, it just felt like a good thing to you know, do. Who knows it might it even help you at the office. It’s never wrong to have your boss on your side. I mean— if you don’t want that I could cancel. He didn’t really seem interested.”
Boyfriend? A minute ago Raf clearly said they weren’t. That's not right. f**k no, I can’t say that, I can’t tell Lu any of that. He’ll ask me how I know, and I’ll have to say I’m at Rafiah’s house and then explain why I’m at his house, tell him I had s*x with him and— no no, I can’t do that. Not right now. I’ll need to let Lu on this discreetly. Maybe inviting him is the right thing to do. I’ll start throwing questions at dinner. Let’s see how he avoids those. I thought about it for a second.
“No , no it’s fine. He can come. Can I invite Dave over also?”
“That’ll be great! You do that. See you later M.”
You know what let him come, it was nothing special he said. I need to stop living in delusion as well.
This is my way of showing Raf that I give even less of a f**k about what had happened between us. It’s gonna be one heck of a dinner tonight.
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