FORBIDDEN GIFT

Chapter Four: Crossing the Line

I prepared breakfast and woke Bunmi up to eat. While she was chewing lazily, I deliberately stepped out of the bathroom naked, my skin glistening from the steam. She froze mid-bite, her spoon hanging in the air as her eyes widened in shock.

I smirked, tossing my damp hair back. “Yeah, girl,” I whispered, my tone playful but daring, “we’re in this together.”

Bunmi let out a laugh, half surprised and half impressed. “Gift, you’ve changed o. Since when did you become this bold?”

I only shrugged, enjoying the way her gaze lingered. Deep inside, I wasn’t just showing off for her—I was preparing myself. Preparing for Charles.

After she finished her food, Bunmi hugged me tightly and told me goodbye. I smiled, pretending everything was normal, but the moment the door shut behind her, my heart began to race.

I dressed slowly, carefully, picking out something comfortable but not too innocent. My hands trembled slightly as I packed my luggage for Sunday and sat down to eat. Then, with a deep breath, I reached for my phone and dialed Charles’s number.

“Hello?” His voice was calm, deep, and it instantly stirred something inside me.

“Are you busy?” I asked softly.

“No… why?”

I hesitated, then whispered, “Can you come over?”

There was silence. My heart pounded so loudly I thought he could hear it over the phone. Then he said, “I’ll be there.”

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When Charles arrived, I welcomed him like a nervous teenager pretending to be grown. We sat side by side, our bodies stiff, like we didn’t know what to do with our hands.

I leaned closer, trying to catch his scent, and asked, “What’s wrong? You look… distracted.”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his eyes avoiding mine.

“Should we start with the lesson notes?” I offered, handing him my notebook.

He took it, glanced at the pages, then at me. And when he smiled, that simple curve of his lips made my stomach flip. I breathed in sharply, wicked thoughts flashing through my mind.

Charles’s voice was calm, explaining formulas, but I couldn’t focus. His lips moved, his fingers scribbled, and my heart kept screaming: Kiss him. Kiss him now.

So I did.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

For a split second, I felt his warmth. Then he pulled back sharply, his eyes blazing. “Gift, what was that?!”

I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. “I… I like you, Charles. I couldn’t hide it anymore.”

But instead of smiling, he stood up, furious. “You shouldn’t have done that.” His tone was hard, cutting through me. He grabbed his bag and left before I could speak.

The door clicked shut. My chest tightened. Fear, anger, and humiliation washed over me all at once. What if I lost him forever? What if he told Bunmi?

I paced my room, restless, my mind replaying the rejection over and over. But then—my phone buzzed.

A text from Charles:

“Can I come back tonight?”

I gasped. My lips curved into a smile so wide I nearly cried. Quickly, I typed back: Yes. Please.

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When he returned that night, the energy was different.

I welcomed him the way a girl welcomes the boy she’s already given her heart to. My smile was soft, my eyes shy but burning with something deeper.

“Want anything? Food? A drink?” I asked, pretending to be casual.

“No,” he said, his voice lower than usual. “Let’s just go out and get something.”

I nodded, and right there in front of him, I undressed and slipped into something more comfortable. I could feel his gaze trailing over me, even though he tried to look away. I bent slowly, deliberately, to pick up my panties from the floor, my curves arching in full view. My pulse raced with wicked satisfaction.

When I glanced up, his jaw was clenched, his eyes dark. I knew I had gotten to him.

We stepped outside, bought junk food and drinks, and walked back together. Every step, I wondered if he’d spend the night. I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to. His silence told me enough.

Back in my room, we ate and laughed lightly, the tension slowly building again. Then I tilted my head and asked playfully, “So… what next? Should I bring my lesson notes, or… maybe we can watch a movie?”

His lips twitched. “A movie.”

I grinned and pulled out my phone, carefully choosing the most romantic film I had. I set it up, brought out a blanket, and asked, “Want to share?”

“Sure,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

We sat shoulder to shoulder under the blanket, the movie flickering across our faces. My heart pounded as the screen couple leaned in for a kiss. I turned, catching Charles watching me instead of the movie.

The air grew thick.

“Do what’s in your mind,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

His smile was slow, dangerous, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

Then his lips were on mine.

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The movie was forgotten. Our breaths tangled, hands roaming with hunger we’d both tried to hide for too long.

Charles kissed me deeply, his hands steady as he slid my clothes off piece by piece. He paused, standing, his eyes scanning my bare body like he was memorizing me. I smiled, deliberately turning, giving him every angle.

“Gift…” his voice was husky, “are you sure you can handle me?”

“Bring it on,” I whispered.

He kissed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers brushed my c**t, teasing, circling, making me moan softly. He lifted me to stand, pulling me close.

“Let’s shower first,” he murmured.

I nodded eagerly, leading him in. The water poured over us, but it couldn’t wash away the fire building between us.

“Why didn’t you make your move sooner?” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve always wanted you.”

My heart swelled. I pressed closer, my breasts against his chest. “Oh Charles… I thought it was Bunmi you liked.”

He shook his head, his eyes burning into mine. “It’s always been you.”

Joy exploded in me. I kissed him hard, water splashing into our mouths, but I didn’t care. My hands slid down his body, finding his hardness, stroking it until he groaned.

I turned, pressing my ass against him, letting the water glide over me. He gripped my waist, his control slipping.

“Gift…” his voice was raw, “are you sure?”

“From years ago,” I whispered breathlessly.

That was all he needed.

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Back on the bed, he explored me with skill, touching, teasing, making me moan louder than I ever thought I could. My body burned, my nerves sang.

Then, finally, he entered me.

I gasped, my body tensing in shock.

“Gift…” his voice softened. “You’re… you’re still a virgin.”

I clung to him, tears pricking my eyes, but I smiled through it. “Don’t stop. Please.”

That night, Charles took me—slowly at first, then with passion, with fire, with a hunger that made me feel alive. Every thrust, every kiss, every whisper etched into my soul.

It hurt, yes. But beyond the pain, I felt power. Desire. Love.

And when it was over, I lay in his arms, trembling but victorious. Because in that moment, I knew—Charles was mine.

After the night of passion, I drifted into sleep in Charles’s arms, my body aching yet glowing with a strange new power. For once, I felt like I had won.

But dawn came too quickly. I woke before him, my heart pounding as I saw the faint stain of blood on the sheets — proof of what I had given him. Nervous and flustered, I rushed to wash everything clean, scrubbing away the evidence of my first time. By the time I finished, Charles was stirring, so I hurried to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast.

I set the food on the table, still smiling at the memory of his touch, when suddenly my phone buzzed.

Bunmi.

I froze, staring at the screen.

Slowly, I picked up and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?”

Her voice came light and playful, but with a sharpness hidden underneath.

“Hi, Gift,” she said sweetly. “So… how was it?”