Chapter 122
"Oh, Carla, stop that. It wasn't like that, but I sure did give her a piece of what she might get the next time she's around my man. I don't give a rat's ass about Cruella, and I just wish she'd disappear from our lives forever," I state and lean on Blake's bare chest.
Carla smiles. "Both of you look too adorable. Let me get back to work," she says and disappears back to the kitchen.
When I turn to face Blake, his eyes are focused on me.
"What?" I ask.
"Love you, babe," he coos and my stomach flips.
"I love you too, babe," I answer and he lowers his head and our noses touch.
After a moment of silence, he sighs and stands up straight.
"Kyrah, why weren't you picking up my calls? I called you a thousand times... well not literally, but it really hurt to know that you saw my calls and ignored them–"
I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips and he pouts.
"Look, I threw a party for Roxy, it was her birthday and I guess the excitement and all the activities made me forget about my phone. I had left it in my room, also I got busy ensuring that everyone had a great time," I say and purse my lips, excluding the part where I spent the night grinding up on Scott and ended up in his bed, super drunk, and the fact that the party wasn't at my house but at Scott's. If I dare mention Scott, that'll be like adding salt to a wound, Blake would get even more stressed than he is right now.
"Really? You weren't ignoring me?" he asks.
"No... You know what, I'm tired of everything that's been going on, Sabrina, your mom... Speaking of your mom, how's everything going on? I read the papers," I say, looking deep into his eyes and he blinks twice.
"I figured you'd know half the details and yeah it's true, and that's why the media has been all up in our business. Urgh! Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in this family, there's just no privacy and thank God for Carla, if it weren't for her, this house would be a huge mess... Can we go upstairs and talk?" his eyes beg loudly.
"Sure," I say and we head upstairs to his room. It's neat as usual, but way huge than my room. Books are neatly arranged on a shelf at one corner, his walk-in closet is wide open and I can see the well arranged shirts, coats and shoes.
I sit down on the king-size bed and signal him with my hand, to continue. He closes his eyes and sighs, opens them and begins.
"Turns out I don't know my parents too well. My mom has been selling drugs through our company, of which I had no idea, my dad went bat shit crazy when the whole thing got discovered, he didn't know, neither did I. We signed papers that we had no idea were meant for drug dealing. And then, the two fought two nights ago, my dad was drunk as hell and he tried to kill my mom right in front of me, with a gun! A real gun! It was around 3am when I heard my mom scream for help, Carla and I ran towards their room only to find my mom lying on the floor, blood oozing from her left arm. Her skin was badly cut, I swear I could see a bone. There was a broken wine bottle on the floor. Dad pointed the gun at her and mumbled words but what I heard, had something to do with divorce. I can't rate the love I have for them because they've always been absent in my life, but..." he sighs heavily, "they're still my parents and I'm their son and I don't want them to divorce. Mom doesn't want to but my dad said that he'd get the divorce papers ready as soon as all this drama cools down." He frowns and turns away.
"I'm so sorry." I stand up and move to where he's standing facing the wall. "But how did your dad not figure out anything about the drugs soon enough?" I ask
"My mom is wiser than an owl, Kyrah. Very witty. She'd planned it so well and hid everything from us, it was up until a friend of my dad's, who lowkey does drugs, thanked my dad for the bonus he'd got when he ordered some. Dad was beyond shocked when his friend told him everything. Rumor has it that..." he pauses and shakes his head while shutting his eyelids tight. His fists curve into balls at his sides and he continues, "my mom is cheating on my dad."
I gasp.
"Oh, babe. All of this is so... heavy, I'm sorry about everything and sorry I wasn't there for you," I whisper as I hug him from behind and he turns around and glances down at me. His eyes look teary but I doubt he'd let his tears fall in front of me.
"It's okay, you're finally here." He cups my cheek and I lean into his warm hand. "You have no idea how bad I needed you. I never thought I'd ever need someone's company as bad as I do right now. Your presence... your smile and your touch keep me sane. You're my everything, Kyrah. My one and only true love."
His words make my internal organs mushy. I can feel the temperature rising the longer he stares into my eyes.
"I want to make you relax, just like old times. Make you forget about what's going on, even if it's just for tonight." I squeeze his hand gently. "I'm all yours tonight, my love," I whisper and his frown fades, a smirk planting itself on his mouth.
"All night?" he asks and stares down at my entire body.
"All night. I'm not going anywhere till tomorrow," I say and bite my lower lip seductively as he lifts me off my feet, showering me with kisses. He then drops me on his bed carefully, brushing away the hair that covers my face.
Slowly he begins kissing my jaw, all the way down to my shoulder and without wasting time he pulls my dress off and my bra, leaving my titties yearning for his warm tongue. I cannot even explain the state of my knickers right now.
He takes a minute to appreciate the beauty in front of him and seconds later he's all over me like a beast devouring it's prey. The feeling is ecstatic! All I know is that I want him so bad.
I don't know when he pulled his pants down and put on the protective rubber, I must have gotten lost in my thoughts. He doesn't waste any time, this one. Within no time, he turns me around and pulls me to the edge of the bed, pulls my knickers down and he thrusts into me like a bull on heat, harder than he ever has. Each thrust pushes me forward. I know he's still angry that I didn't pick his calls and he's still angry about his parents, and from the way he's thrusting into me, I'll leave this place sore as hell! He thrusts even deeper into me and for a second I wonder if he's punishing me for not coming sooner.
"Blake!"
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