23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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I came back from the bathroom with a towel around my waist and lotioned then wore my dark grey skinny jeans and my grey sweaters since it was a cold day. As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't stop thinking about her... who? Fatima. And it baffled me because I didn't even like her yet I couldn't seem to stay away from her. I lusted on her and it was getting way out of control.
The way she was just a puddle when I touched her, the way she reacted to my touch, it drove me crazy and I couldn't help wanting to take her and claim her for good. My plan was to make her fall for me and then I'd embarrass her for the world to see but it looked like I was the one who couldn't get enough of her, her kisses, her arms around me, fingers stroking my hair and most of all, her moans.
Her moans were like sweet music in my ears. I got immediately hard every time I touched her. It was just so confusing and frustrating. I needed to get away from her, I needed a distraction, maybe get a bimbo to get rid of the tension. I'd seem to get hard every damn time I thought of see her and it was driving me nuts. She needed to get out of my head.
Getting one last look at myself, I decided that I was satisfied with my look. I took my phone and wallet and left my room. I went through the corridor, descended the staircase and made my way to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
Fatima was in a red tank dress with a high stiletto shoe that I was sure I'd break my legs if I dared to try them on. Her hair was loose, straight not curled this time. Her makeup was perfectly done, red lipstick and all. Oh she was done turning me on, my blood boiled at the sight. Just when I was planning to stay away from her. Her dress hugged her body perfectly, revealing the curves, her slim waist and all. It just ended above her kness revealed her beautiful smooth legs.
She hadn't seen me, she was making coffee. I cleared my throat and she gasped a little, she didn't expect anyone to be in the kitchen. Mira hadn't arrived, I assumed. She turned and looked at me with a weak smile on her face. I took my time to analyse her, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning...no she was breathtaking.
"Good morning." She said.
"Morning." I replied, taking a step closer to the counter. I put my elbows on the counter and stared at her some more. I couldn't control myself.
"Coffee?" She asks.
"Yes please." She took another cup and got busy, all the while I was focusing on her, well...her body most of all her ass. "Going somewhere?" My curious got the better of me and I just had to ask. I just hoped she wasn't going to see that douchebag Anthonio, I would lose it for real.
"Yep, got a job so it's my first day today." She replied, pouring my coffee.
"A job? Where?" There was no way I'd allow that. I was a billionaire for God's sake and no wife of mine would work for anybody. Was she trying to humiliate me?
