Chapter 17

The tech alert on the wall rings telling that someone is at the door. Oh fucking goodness! Why should he come at this time? It's pretty annoying. This is what I said that he shouldn't be called at first, how bad it feels to be disrupted at the point of orgasm. I breathe in my sorrow.

"He's here!" Romeo mutters.

"So sad, we can't get to complete this. I asked you not to call him so soon, anyway that's past." I rise up from the bed and head to the wardrobe. "I got to dress up now, I wish we could continue this," I repeat. "I can't get enough of you."

"Sorry, I'm the type of person you can never get enough of." He growls in a sexy tone.

Yeah, that's true. Though he's been fucking me constantly since I came upon him, I haven't gotten tired of him. I'm always eager to have him inside me, at anytime, all through. He has become my obsession.

"I'm gonna do what basically today? So sad I've let sex occupy my mind all these while that I didn't care to ask about my duties before now."

"You studied management in college, right?" He asks making me a bit embarrassed. I remember I told him I bagged a first class in my course, implying I should know it all but theoretical knowledge is quite different from practical, it's practical I need now and not theoretical.

"Yeah, I did." I snap not wanting him to go further. I rush to the adjoining room where my towel was on the floor, pick it up with the one I had on my head and hurry to the wardrobe hanger where I hang it. It has a heat up and it would dry in the next second.

I stand over my wardrobe thinking of what I should even wear, I got to look splendid. Finally I decide to put on an immaculate white suit with it trousers, donned with a black shirt underneath and a black heel shoes. It just took a day to have my wardrobe filled with the most expensive and assorted dresses, shoes and accessories, here I realized money can do almost everything.

I take out my makeup box from the drawer, I'd love to have a make up which is neither heavy nor light. Something that is professional would do and that's exactly what I give myself.

I take a look at myself at the large mirror attached to the wall, I look like the perfect goddess of beauty. I know some people feel it unethical to praise yourself but I don't fail in this, it has been what kept me happy during those moments I had no one to sing my praises or appreciate me when I did something great, I can't leave this self-appreciating attitude now. It boosts my confidence.

By the time I'm done, Romeo is already behind me dressed up although casually, with a slight grin on his face. I smile back then focus on applying the last touch on my hair, I got to straighten it to a very perfect state.

"You look so beautiful in white, like an angel."

"Awwnn, thanks. Actually you are the one who made me beautiful this way." I respond with a smile.

"How?" He asks amused, as he walks closer.

"Because you spent your money, much money in purchasing me all these and I'm very grateful."

"Hmm," he smirks playfully like he expected me to say something more serious. "You know that's nothing, I want you to look splendid and the attraction of many men." I widen my eyes into like real? He nods. "I want your sister, whoever knew you and looked down at you before to be ashamed, above all I want you to look pretty for yourself and I." He gives me a perk on the cheeks. I look at him with teary, grateful eyes. If someone told me that this lonely guy who has been alone and rejected for long is this romantic, I wouldn't believe it, I'd cast it as a lie. It's only now I realize he has an excellent personality on normal occasions when he's not angry.