Chapter 19

Good morning ma'am", I greeted the unknown woman before turning to greet the model.

I greeted the model and went on to say, "Sir Frederick is not yet home".

"Who are you?", The model asked me.

"I work here as a maid. Can I get you both something to drink?", I replied With a smile.

Hmmm, I'll have a glass of water, the unknown woman answered.

"How about you ma'am, what would you like to have a drink?", I asked the model.

I stood for almost a minute waiting for an answer from the model. She didn't say anything so I took that as a cue to get going. I headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water. 

After serving the unknown woman water, I went to sit at the dining table. I kept looking at both of them. The model seemed confused and irritated about something. 

It was up to 50 minutes and Frederick wasn't back home yet. Maybe, he was unaware of the visitors he had. So, they both stood up and left the house. 

I sighed and went to continue the movie I was watching. The movie title is "Royal Treatment".
The movie is all about a New York hairdresser, Izzy, who seizes the chance to work at the wedding of a charming prince. "When sparks start to fly between the two of them, love and duty are put to the test as the time of the wedding draws closer."

I finished and decided to practice meditation, it was one of my favorite ways to destress. I started by sitting in a cross-legged position. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to dream of the most beautiful places with the most beautiful people.

I don't think I had meditated for up to 20 minutes when I opened my eyes and found Frederick staring at me. I stood up immediately and uttered, "welcome back sir". I was scared that he would complain about relaxing in his parlor.

He walked up to me and stared into my eyes. 
"How is your son?'' he asked.

I was confused and gave him a perplexed facial expression. "I do not have a child", I answered.

"So, who is the little boy you took to the studio a few weeks ago?'' he asked again.

"Oh", I answered and smiled. "I was babysitting him. He had a kiddies photo session that day".

He kept looking into my eyes and I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. He was an angel. He had smooth skin, luster beards, and perfectly shaped lips.

He came closer and kissed my lips. I couldn't resist so I let him play with my lips. His tongue was wet, cold, and long. Damn, this man knew how to kiss so well. I allowed him to use his tongue to caress my tongue. I put my hands through his hair and then felt him squeeze my buttocks. This felt like heaven on earth.

I was already wet and I wished for him to use his fingertip to gather the wetness in my coochie. And then, I felt him leave my lips and the next thing was a feeling of wet soft kisses being planted on my shoulders.

I couldn't help but say a soft ouch, when he used his tongue to draw circles on my shoulder.


Kharis POV
It was 6:00 am on a Thursday. I lay on my bed reminiscing about everything that happened last night. It was hard to get such a moment out of my head. 

From the kisses to the teasing, and the squeezing, I could tell, my heart stopped racing. I wished it was only both of us in the universe bound together by burning desire and love. 

I wanted more with Frederick. But, I had scars that I couldn't reveal, a story I couldn't share. I was vulnerable around him and it scared me to death. What if this vulnerability was meant to unlock another episode of torture and pain. He was already torturing me, to think about it.

The fact that I wanted him so much but I couldn't have him was torture. How can someone be within your reach, have the power to unlock most of your emotions, but yet, seems to you as a fantasy you may regret. 

His touch was heaven. His body was fire. He was everything I had dreamed of but the fear within me was intense.

I loved the way he made my body, especially my coochie feel- wet.

With my back pressed against the bed, I parted my legs, bent my knee, and ended with my foot on the bed. 

I took my middle finger to my clitoris and rubbed it gently six times. I bit my lips. I thought of Frederick licking my left nipple while I dipped my finger into my coochie. I grabbed the sheets at this action. I wanted Frederick more than anything at that moment, he was over clouding my mind. 

I took my finger out slowly and pushed it back in. I could feel my fingers gathering wetness. And then again, I took the finger out and looked at it. I could see a white discharge like cream at the end of my fingers. I licked the cream greedily. I was horny.

I was about to take the finger in again to fuck myself when my alarm tone stopped me. It was time to go prepare breakfast for Frederick. I didn't want to lose my job all because I wanted to satisfy my horny self. 

I stood up and went into the bathroom to bathe. I kept rubbing my breasts while bathing. I even took the shower so close to my coochie so I could feel the water there, it was sensual.

After bathing, I wore a tight top with Jean trousers. I went straight to Frederick's door and knocked. 
Kpom kpom… I kept knocking till I saw a sleep-stricken man appear in front of me. He was putting on just shorts and was bare-chested.

I stammered…
"Goo goo good morning sir. Please what would you have for breakfast"

He smirked and said you. "I want you for breakfast. You, Kharis".

I looked at him and didn't know what to say. I wasn't ready yet. 

"The fridge is empty, I'd like to do the grocery shopping today", I immediately changed the topic.

He excused himself by raising a finger and then returned after a minute. He handed me a credit card and asked me to go shopping.

"How about breakfast, what can I prepare for you?", I asked him

"A cup of coffee would do", he answered.

I gave him one last stare and walked away. I looked back to see him still looking at me, with a smile imprinted on his face.
I moved to the parlor and played music but I didn't make it so loud just because I didn't want to disturb Frederick.

I shook my body and kept nodding my head in response to the music. 

"Just coffee", I muttered to myself and folded my hands.
It seems like someone is going to starve today . I decided to make a plate of sandwiches and hot tea for myself as breakfast. 

Immediately I served myself, I heard footsteps on the stairs. That must be Frederick, I thought. I rushed to the kitchen and made the coffee.