A KNIGHT AND HIS SEVEN SYNDERELAS

THE CAROLINE PHASE 2

She didn't text me for days, then weeks. I cussed and regretted acting like a nerd in her presence, but such a woman is too good for me either way, so I think it's just for the best, I thought as I picked my fifth painting of her and kept it among others.

"Lucy! Not my shorts!" I screamed as I saw my dog nibbling on my shorts and giving them a shower of spit. "Oh God," I groaned as I heard my phone ding.

Getting my mind off Caroline was not easy because I jumped to my phone at every ding, which led to disappointment. However, a good number of people assisted my mind in getting off her for a good deal of time:

My mum, who is always insisting I come home for Thanksgiving to meet her friend's daughter—whose name I can't even remember.

My best friend, who is so determined to frustrate my life and pesters me to take up a new hobby. She made it her official duty to check out hobbies and register me for them, hoping I’ll check at least one of them out.

And the crazy girl I met at the park, who is so free and manages to send me raw texts that make me blush out of embarrassment. She sent me a picture of herself in her nightwear one time—her n*****s looking like they were trying to escape the cage they were in—tagging it:

"Trying to make your morning as pleasant as the weather, as attractive as me, as sexy as my nightie, and straight and hard as my nipples."

She isn't even trying to hide the fact that she wants to sleep with me. And funny how I like it—and secretly indulge in it.

"Not again," I groaned, as a sudden ding from my phone startled me, resulting in a mistake in my painting.

"Who the hell is that?" I cussed as I picked up my phone.

"Hey son, I was thinking of this genius plan. How about we come over to your place to celebrate Thanksgiving? In that way, you don't have to leave your house, and I get to see you and stay for a few days," she said. "Also, either this or you come home for Thanksgiving... only if you don't love and regard me as your mother anymore."

Ugh! Mum. I mean, who the hell uses blackmail in this century? Bloody hell! I cussed again as a message entered from Caroline:

"Hey Harvey, sorry for ghosting you. Been so busy with stuff. Would you mind coming over for dinner so I can make it up to you? Let me know if you would."

It took a great deal of self-control for me not to scream, because I felt different kinds of emotions surge through me at that point in time: happiness, anger, confusion, anxiety, fear, lust—every single emotion.

You have to be smart about this and act like a man, Harv, I muttered to myself. You must not sound too excited or indifferent when replying to her text, and you must also behave yourself when you get there, I muttered.

"Hey Caroline, I am so sorry to hear about that. These couple weeks have been a lot for me also. Sure! I'd love that. Send me the address—I'll see you at 6."

Now, let's get to work on yourself, Harv."Hiiii, it's nice seeing you again," Caroline said as she kissed my two cheeks.

Looking at her, standing in my presence in a big shirt with her n*****s poking from under it, I knew I had walked right into a den I loved.

"You look and smell so good," she added, ushering me into her house.

"Wow! What a beautiful house you've got—just like yourself," I said boldly as she laughed.

"I'm sorry once again," she said as we sat on the sofa, facing one another. "I had a very busy week and had to travel out of NY to attend to a pet. It's been a very long week, and I wanted to relax and unwind—that was why I requested you come over."

"It's fine, actually. I'm also sorry for not checking up. I've got a series of paintings I had to finish before the month runs out, so I've been working day and night," I replied.

"Really? That must have been so stressful. You should take some rest someday, you know—and I'd love to see your paintings," she said.

"Definitely. I'd be honoured to show you, Your Majesty," I replied as we both laughed.

"Damn! I f***in’ hate this," she cussed, walking to and fro from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Absolutely nothing," she replied, looking nervous.

"You know you can actually tell me what's wrong?" I asked again.

"The delivery is yet to get here and it's almost past dinner time," she replied, looking totally agitated.

"You can't cook?" I asked, totally enjoying the look of confusion on her face.

"What? You don't like women who don't cook?" she replied, looking feisty as I began to laugh.

"Really! You should have said that," I said between laughter.

"God forbid a woman says she doesn't know how to cook," she replied with a smile, then joined in my laughter.

"Let's go and cook," I said after our laughter subsided.

"Really? You can cook?" she asked in total disbelief.

"I won't say much—let my work speak for me," I said with a boast, as we both went to the kitchen while she chatted about how surprised she was knowing I could cook.

"I have a lot of questions for you," I said as I watched her bring out the ingredients.

"What's that?" she replied.

"Who the hell stocks their kitchen with so many ingredients without knowing how to cook s**t? And also—who invites someone over for dinner without knowing how to cook?" I said, looking at her with amusement.

"I'm taking classes. Laura is teaching me—" (Laura, who I later got to know is her friend) "—but she's not serious about it. And yeah, the delivery was meant to arrive minutes after you got here. I'm going to give them a bad rating and review, I promise," she said with anger.

"Let’s look at this on the bright side—you get to taste my food, which is a privilege," I said as she laughed.

"Yes, Your Highness," she said with a fake baritone voice.

"Can I try that?" she asked as I tried to fry the eggs.

"Sure, why not? Come over here," I said as she stood in front of me. I gave her the egg and held her hands from behind, guiding them in pouring the eggs. I felt my breath skip as my member pressed against her butt.

"F***," I cussed under my breath.

"That was pretty easy," she said, turning around.

"Hmmn, yes it was," I replied with a coarse voice, as s****l tension filled the air all of a sudden.

Standing on her toes, she kissed me. I returned the kiss—my shyness disappearing into thin air.

"F***," I muttered as I ravished her lips while my hands fondled her butt. Turning off the cooker, I cleared the table as everything came down with a crash while I lifted her onto it. Biting her lips slightly, I unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and pulled it over her head as she moaned.

"No panties, huh?" I whispered. "Why does it feel like a setup?" I continued, bringing my mouth to one of her breasts and taking the n****e into my mouth.

"Huh! Hmmn! It was a coincidence, not a setup!" she screamed in pleasure as I teased her n*****s with my tongue while fondling the other.

"You look so much like a painting—the painting I envisioned," I muttered as she pulled my shirt hastily over my head and I unbuckled my pants.

"I'd love to see a uuuhhh! painting of myself—ooh f***!" she gasped.

"Christttt! Harv, jeez!" she moaned as I inserted two of my fingers into her.

"I want to hear you moan my name," I mumbled, lips grazing her n*****s as she flung her head back in ecstasy.

"Harv!"

"Louder," I said.

"Harv!" she screamed again.

"I want to hear you say all the naughty things you want me to do," I said, fanning her neck with my breath while bringing my teeth down to her neck.

"Ooh s**t, Harv! F***! I want you inside—uhh! Uuh! Jeez!" she moaned.

"Inside where?" I asked, taking my fingers deeper, teasing her continuously.

"I want you inside me!" she screamed.

"Me? Inside you? What am I? You know I can't possibly be ins—"

"I want your ck inside my psy!" she shouted.

"Good girl," I muttered, satisfaction written all over my face. "So," I continued, "what should my c**k do inside of you?" I asked innocently.

"F*** me, Harvey! F*** me, please!" she replied, frustration written all over her face.

"You’ve got a condom?"

"I'm protected," she said as I lifted her butt, spanked it, and guided my c**k inside her.

"You are so f***ing tight," I muttered as I began to move faster, and she moaned.

"Oh God, Harv! Deeper!" she moaned as I went deeper and deeper.

"Ooh my! Hmmn! Yeah! Christ, Harv—you are going to be the end of me!" she groaned as I set her wobbly feet to the ground and turned her over, making sure she held the table counter, and I went in from behind.

"You are no f***ing nerd!" she screamed. "You are a naughty boy!"

"Yes, mummy!" I teased as I held her breasts, ramming her from behind.

"s**t! Ooh yeah! I’m cummin’, Harv!" she screamed.

"Hold it in," I encouraged as I went faster.

"Hell! I can’t keep it any longer—Harvvvv!" she screamed as she came all over the floor.

Going faster and faster into her, she turned and faced me as I kissed her and continued to f**k her while she held my butt.

"s**t!" I groaned as I pulled out immediately, spilling my seeds all over her thighs and the floor.

"Easy, easy!" I said as she collapsed to the floor.

"You taste salty," she said weakly as she scooped some into her mouth.

"Let me see," I said as I kissed her and fondled her breasts.

"Let’s clean up—I’ll go finish the food," I said as I picked her up and walked out of the kitchen.