Chapter 88.
727 Words
"Desire."
Alejandro.
After twenty-five years of examining female beauty, Alejandro was convinced that Isis was a first.
She left him rock-hard at first sight.
All he could dream about was her beautiful hue of coffee arabica skin, her perky breasts and Pygmalion-worth hips could be seen even under that silky, ruffled dress she wore. Cafe au lait, cream of Africa’s cream.
He wondered if she was Barbadian, Dominican, Haitian or African, Ethiopian to be precise. She seemed like a rare mixture of every nation on this earth. If that was possiblet.
He rose from his office chair and paced up the room, with clenched jaws and a rising bulge in his crotch. He rubbed his temples and pondered.
He needed to make her his.
For heaven’s sake, she was the reason that God put Adam in a coma, he thought to himself.
"Under her cleavage, is the promised land. Her perpetual beauty transcends time and season and in her womb, shall Africa’s future lie!", he spat out. And just then, was a soft knock at his door.
"Oh for crying in a bucket, come in!"
The terrified employee started off by popping his frowning forehead into the door and when his boss gestured for him to come in, he still thought it unsafe.
"Pablo, f*****g get in. I don’t have the time of the day. As you can see, I’m extremely occupied. Right.
After Pablo had shown him paperwork for the examples of the mining resources for the Pueblo Viejo mine, he let out a sigh of relief as the door closed. What a pestilence.
He sank into his chair, leaned his head back and placed his hand on the aching annoyance in his pants. He bit his lips in frustration and closed his eyes. I won’t masturbate. I can’t let a mere woman have such a powerful hold on me. I am Alejandro Xylon Dominic.
And with that, he flung his eyes open, picked up the office telephone and called for the secretary.
As soon as she walked in and saw the look on his face, she smirked and slowly approached him, dropping on all fours as he began to unbuckle his belt...
Isis.
Isis walked around the varsity to all of her next classes with her eyes glued to the ground, hoping that she might just spot the blue plastic bag that was in her backpack.
Why would a plastic bag of clothes disappear out of my backpack and even if so, why would I just randomly find it on the campus grounds?
She thought hard while nervously biting at the skin around her fingernails. And how the hell am I to get back into the house in these jeans?
Isis sat in Chemistry class, idly staring outside of the window when she caught a glimpse of something familiar.
A black Jaguar.
She sat up in her chair and squinted her hazel eyes, accessorized with thick, black, round frames.
The exact same one she saw the last week Sunday. With the same feeling of attraction following through...
"Miss Kasmira?", her thoughts were blurred out by her lecturer’s prompting.
"Huh?"
Mrs Robinn let out a thin smile and repeated her question, "The number of moles of a solute present in 1kg of a solvent is called it’s what?"
Isis bit her bottom lip and let out a breath.
"It’s molality?"
Mrs Robinn smiled broadly and nodded her head, only to follow it up with another question.
"And which is the most electromagnetic element amongst sodium, bromine, fluorine and oxygen?"
Isis lightly tapped her chin with her forefinger and confidently chirped out, "Fluorine."
Mrs Robinn walked up to Isis’ table and gave her a solid high-five.
"You may now go on with your daydreaming Miss Kasmira, " she said, with a warm smile.
Isis removed her spectacles and placing them in her backpack, she replied, "With pleasure."
The other learners began to scoff and tease.
One word she clearly heard was ’hail mary’.
She knew this was because of her strong Christian background and some of the clothing she used to wear on campus.
Even though she tried to change her appearance, the names stuck like a cactus to a baby’s bottom.
She sank back into her chair and slowly diverted her gaze back to the window, only to find that the black Jaguar had disappeared. Great.
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