A NIGHT LIKE OTHER NIGHTS

Chapter 7: The invitation

As the man advanced towards Jacy at the door, she leaned against it, exhausted. The proceeded towards her, slow and deliberate, like someone tiptoeing to stab another from behind. Jacy summoned what courage she could and scanned the room. Her eyes caught a sledgehammer lying under a three-step stool near the door. She rushed to grab it.

“Stay back! Or I’ll break your head!” she screamed.

The man stood still, expressionless, almost as if he were already dead. Jacy, trembling, hurled the hammer at him. It struck his head with a heavy thud, blood trickling down. He only wiped it away and kept advancing.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a violent crash, knocking Jacy to the ground. Policemen stormed inside. Their guns roared, and the man collapsed to the floor. They carried away his corpse as Jacy stumbled outside only to see Harry and her father standing there. They had arrived with the police, who were now leading away Chief Dantata in handcuffs, bound for detention and prosecution.

A few months later, news spread: Chief Dantata had been sentenced to nineteen years in prison. Relief washed over Jacy, Harry, and her father. For so long their lives had been chaos because of that man, but now finally they could breathe. They thanked Almighty God for liberating them.

Jacy and Harry lived happily for almost a year. Jacy searched tirelessly for a job with her computer science degree but found none. Eventually, Harry managed to secure her a position with a radio station as a sales support officer. She worked from home. A computer science graduate reduced to sales support, and even, marketing graduates sat jobless. that is the country for you.

One night, as Harry sat on a chair beside their bed, studying a file with a pen in hand, Jacy glanced at him from where she lay. Dressed in a pink nightgown, phone in hand, one leg crossed over the other, she exposed the edge of her black tight underwear.

“Honey, I thought you weren’t going to work tomorrow?” she asked, her eyes soft but teasing.

Harry looked up, his gaze meeting hers. Her eyes were tender, almost lustful.

“Yeah, I just wanted to...” he began, but she cut him off.

“It’s late, horny. It’s 10:32 p.m., please…” she teased, her voice playful and inviting.

She rose from the bed and walked to where he sat. Standing behind him, she placed both hands on his shoulders, sliding them down slowly until her fingers brushed his chest, teasing his n*****s. Harry shivered, eyes locking with hers. Dropping his pen, he reached up to twist her n****e through the fabric of her gown. She moaned softly, tilting her head back.

Her hands slipped lower, finding his stronghold. His body tensed, and he stood, no longer mistaking the moment for a game. He pulled her close by the waist, his boxers straining as he pressed against her thigh. With half closed eyes, Jacy melted into his embrace, and their lips met in a deep kiss. Harry’s hands roamed her body, from her back down to her thighs, cupping her soft buttocks.

Breaking the kiss, Jacy whispered against his lips, “Now… let me treat you as only a queen can treat her king.”

She pushed him gently onto the bed, stripping off his singlet to reveal his curly, furred chest. He lay in only his boxers, his body strong and inviting. Jacy slid out of her nightgown and bra, leaving only her tight black leggings, hugging her curves and pressing against her center, the outline unmistakable. Harry’s erection grew firm beneath her as she straddled his groin.

She stroked his chest slowly, then slid her hand lower, gripping his length through the fabric of his boxers. Like a microphone, she stroked him steadily while lowering her lips to his n****e, sucking and teasing. Harry moaned, gripping her breast with one hand and twisting her n****e as his other hand held her waist.

When she finally pulled away, Harry rolled her onto her back. He massaged her breasts with one hand while his other hand pressed gently against her center, making her moan louder. His lips moved from her neck to her chest, sucking with hunger as she writhed beneath him. One by one, their clothes came off, and soon they were lost in the unholy game of desire.

Later, Jacy rested her head on Harry’s chest, both of them covered by a blanket up to their shoulders. She traced her fingers lazily along his chest.

“What do you think we should do tomorrow?” she murmured.

“Oh, I forgot you’re not going to work too,” Harry replied with a tired smile.

“Maybe a movie? Or shopping? Or tennis…” Jacy smirked. “But that day with Michelle you’d better not repeat that.”

Harry laughed. “No, no, it’s not like that. I knew you can play better than Michelle , but evidence is evidence, my love.”

“Please, I was just hungry that day. There’s no way she can beat me on a normal day” Jacy insisted with mock pride.

“Sure, sure,” he teased.

She touched his stronghold again, making him shiver. He retaliated, slipping his hand between her thighs until she moaned softly.

“You know, honey, I’d really love us to play tennis again. I’ve missed it,” she whispered.

Harry chuckled, kissing her hair. “I wouldn’t humiliate my darling, would I?”

Her smile faded slightly. “What about Grandma’s invitation? It’s been six months now.”

The room grew quiet. They both remembered the last time when Harry had been rejected by her after failing a drug test, and her grandmother’s herbal cure had saved him. Since then, they had been sending her money every month, but she wanted more she wanted them to come.

Harry sighed. “Yes, sweetheart. If thanks what my darling wants, we’ll go tomorrow. As you wish sweetie”

Jacy thanked him softly, her hand trailing back to his waist. Harry kissed her, undressed her again, and pulled her close, their passion reigniting as the night deepened.