CHAPTER 3: THE RED LIPSTICK
2103 Words
Drake leaned against the door, watching Naime recline on the bed with a gaze that beckoned him. He started by unbuttoning his polo shirt, each button methodically undone until the shirt slipped to the floor. Next, he removed his belt, followed by his denim jeans and underwear, leaving himself completely exposed. He stood naked, fully exposed and eager. Naime playfully bit her lower lip and beckoned him with a flirtatious gesture of her forefinger. He responded, moving closer to her as she had silently invited.
In bed, he wasn’t in charge. Her seductive eyes and lips sent shivers down his spine. Naime’s expertise was undeniable; her movements were fluid and captivating as their bodies pressed together. Her warm breath heightened his desire, intensifying his eagerness to connect with her.
They were lost in the moment, but in bed, they found each other, their desires and lust aligned with equal intensity. Drake began to kiss her neck. It was not just a simple kiss because she could feel his tongue gently sucking her soft skin. His hands are now gently massaging her breasts that lifted her body—asking for more. Her hands are playing with his hair, stroking, pulling, and moaning that fire them up even more.
Her deep-set eyes widened each time he found a sensitive spot on her body. They were consumed by their passion, delighting in each other's touch. Drake’s lips are now on her breasts, still gently leaving marks with his kisses until it reaches her n****e, and he started sucking it. Like a vampire who’s hungry for her blood, he slid his middle finger to his womanhood that makes her moan louder. Slowly, gently, discover each other body and flesh. Her hips follow every stroke he makes with his fingers. She never thought she would enjoy having s*x with Drake. It was a pleasure she’s been looking for, a kind of pleasure that can satisfy her.
Drake’s lips went down to her abdomen. He was licking and sipping every inch of her skin. She blushed as her femininity was already in front of him. He raised his head to look at her. She can also see the trace of her hands on his shoulder because he has white skin—even whiter than hers.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, please…”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you. Please, make love to me now.”
Drake immediately immersed his face in her femininity. His tongue is now playing her c**t, searching on her flesh and wetness. He sucked on every corner; he didn’t want anything out of his tongue. It wasn’t the first time he had eaten p***y, but it was the first time he had lasted. He liked Naime’s strange fragrant smell; he is addicted to it. He inserted his tongue into the hole and sucked it hard.
Fortunately, his Pad was soundproof because Naime couldn’t stop her loud growling and shouting every time his tongue moved inside.
“Please, own me now... I need you inside...” she desperately whispers.
“As you wish!” his pet is furious. He immediately inserted it into Naime’s hole and pounded her harder and harder. Moans slip on their mouth as they dance to the rhythm of unexplainable bliss.
Together, they reached the climax and exploded.
But it was just the beginning.
When Naime woke up, she stared at Drake, unable to count how many times they had been intimate. They had made love on the floor, in the bathroom, on the sofa, and back in his room again. She couldn’t resist his charm and s*x appeal. His physical attractiveness, combined with his wealth, body, and presence, made him irresistible to her.
But she knew she couldn’t fall in love again, not this time.
She glanced at the small clock on the bedside table—it was already two o’clock in the morning. As she began to get up, Drake stopped her with his arm and looked at her lazily, still radiating an undeniable allure. She shook her head, trying to wake herself from what felt like a dream.
“I’ll take you home,” he offered.
“No, thank you. I’ll drive myself. And also—what happens here, stays here,” Naime said, meeting his gaze firmly, seeking confirmation of their mutual understanding.
“Exactly,” he replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss her shoulder.
“Drive safely.”
“And no more sweet talk,” she interrupted, determined not to risk her heart again.
Drake chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. She was different—most women relished his sweet words and compliments, but not Naime. As she got up to take a shower, he watched her with interest. When she emerged, drying herself with his towel, he silently observed her. Without a word, she dressed and left his room to retrieve her clothes. Soon, he was alone again, but not lonely.
When Drake woke up, he received a call from Clifford, inquiring about the events in his office. Drake simply claimed he had been too drunk to remember. He had no intention of discussing the deleted videos, aware of the hidden security cameras in his office. He had already paid someone to erase the recordings from that day.
The groceries he had requested from Melanie were waiting outside his pad. Before leaving the building, he sent a good morning message to Zhinkee, letting her know he was on his way to pick her up for the day. He wanted to get to know her better, this time for real.
When Drake arrived at the Waltons’ house, he was greeted warmly. Mansions and grand homes were nothing new to him, but the Walton residence was still impressive. The sprawling, elegant house was filled with pristine white décor, expensive furniture, rare plants, and striking paintings. The pure white Narra sofa set, in particular, caught his eye.
He settled into an Eames sofa he found in the corner, waiting for Zhinkee to come down.
One of the helpers approached him and asked, “Sir, would you like some tea?”
“I prefer black coffee. Thank you!” Drake replied.
He picked up a magazine to pass the time. As he flipped through the pages, he came across a spread featuring the Walton family, renowned as one of the most influential families in the country. Just as he was about to set the magazine aside, a particular section caught his eye. Clifford and Naime were featured in an article from two years ago. The images showed them looking genuinely happy and in love.
Clifford appeared immensely proud, detailing their meeting and expressing how fortunate he felt to be with her.
Drake couldn’t help but reflect, recognizing that not all seemingly perfect love stories have a happy ending.
Drake tapped his fingers rhythmically on the glass coffee table as he waited for Zhinkee, a habit of his when waiting for something or someone beyond his expected time. After a few minutes, Zhinkee finally descended the stairs.
“Hi! Sorry for the wait. Shall we?” she asked with a warm smile.
Drake was instantly captivated by her appearance. She wore a fitted black dress that stopped above the knee, complemented by a matching yellow clutch and two-inch heels. Her loose hair and silver jewelry added a touch of elegance, and her sweet smile was a perfect finishing touch. Despite Drake’s natural charm and good looks, which made it easy for him to impress women, he was genuinely impressed by Zhinkee's beauty.
“You look amazing!” Drake said, his admiration clear.
Zhinkee’s smile broadened, and she lightly touched his arm. “Thank you. Should we take my car or yours?”
“Whichever you prefer, I don’t mind.”
“And with or without a driver? I know safety is important.”
Drake chuckled at her concern. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”
“Hmmm, so no bodyguard then?”
“Seriously?”
Her smile grew, and she blushed slightly. “Just kidding!” Her soft voice and melodic laugh were music to Drake’s ears. Is he—no, it’s too soon to say!
“Wow, you have an amazing car!” Zhinkee exclaimed. “This is a Ferrari 458 Italia!”
“Yes, and I guess we’ll be taking mine,” Drake grinned. He noted her orange Lexus RC F, which complemented her vibrant personality. They headed to Greenbelt 5, one of his restaurants, for breakfast.
“It’s been a while since I was here. It’s changed a lot,” Zhinkee remarked as she took in the surroundings.
“Yes, they serve an incredible demi-pound burger here. I’m sure you’ll love it too.”
Drake had a particular fondness for the demi-pound burger, featuring a massive Angus patty topped with onions caramelized in Prosecco and served with Cambozola sauce—either for dipping the fries or as a burger accompaniment. It was known as one of the most expensive burgers in Manila, but he felt it was worth every peso.
“Thank you!” Zhinkee said, her delight evident.
Drake could tell she was enjoying it, her smile widening with every bite. They finished their meal faster than he anticipated.
“I’m glad you liked it. Cheers?” he offered.
Zhinkee smiled playfully. “Cheers!”
They spent the day visiting some of Zhinkee’s friends and places she missed before her move to New York. Her lively and easy-going nature made the day enjoyable, and Drake felt a strong connection. He admired her independence; she didn’t need a man to complete her, and she was already content on her own.
“Thanks for today. I had a lot of fun!” Zhinkee said as they arrived outside Walton’s house.
“You’re welcome,” Drake replied. Zhinkee stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek. In response, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Their lips and tongues danced together as they explored each other. They were aware of a hidden CCTV camera nearby, so Drake pulled back from the kiss before things went further.
“Should we head to your place?” she asked.
“Are you sure?” he replied, his voice soft.
In answer, Zhinkee kissed him again. “Is this enough?”
It was Drake’s first time bringing a woman to his pad since Naime. As soon as they entered, he and Zhinkee shared a passionate kiss. Zhinkee was the opposite of Naime—she responded eagerly to his touch but didn’t initiate it. She settled on the sofa immediately, while Naime would have sat on his lap.
Why was he even thinking about Naime? What the hell!
He began to undress Zhinkee and kissed every skin on her body. His lips reached her erect and hard pinkish n*****s. She gasps; it’s been a long time since she had s*x. She’s not a virgin, but she feels like one with Drake. She’s not an expert, but she knew her body was enough to make him horny.
As Drake focused on her, Zhinkee's hand accidentally brushed against something on the sofa. She picked it up and discovered it was a red lipstick. Surprised, she gently pushed Drake away.
“Hey... why?” Drake asked, looking puzzled.
“What’s this? I know it’s lipstick, but from whom?” she asked, holding up the lipstick.
“Oh...” Drake realized it must be from Naime. He remembered her bag was left on the sofa. “That belongs to my Nanny. She must have dropped it while running errands,” he said, standing up to take the lipstick from Zhinkee.
“I’m sorry...” Zhinkee said, biting her lower lip.
“It’s okay,” Drake reassured her, handing her back her clothes. “Let’s take our time and not rush things.”
Zhinkee nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Drake. You’re such a nice guy!”
“I know!” he replied with a grin. He then headed to his bedroom to take a shower and collect his thoughts. “Damn, lipstick!” he murmured to himself as he glanced at the red lipstick.
He sent Naime a message: *"You left your lipstick here. I’ll be gone for a week, so feel free to drop by."*
After sending the message, Drake sighed as he stared at the lipstick. Zhinkee had already left; the Walton’s family driver had picked her up after dinner. Their conversation had been pleasant but uneventful, leaving Drake feeling somewhat indifferent.
He composed another message: *"I want to f**k you. Come over."*
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