After that day, Fawaz seemed to develop some kind of hate for me. He did not say it, but I could feel it. He never held conversations with me unless I asked him questions, and the way he responded was always so bland that his disinterest in my questions was often clear for the blind to see.
For the rest of that week, I felt so bad because I knew exactly what I had done that had hurt his feelings. Now, I was too proud to apologise, and the best I could really do now was to be half naked in the house almost every time and see whether it would spark his interest in me.
Because truth be told, I would really love for him to fuck all that disgust for me out of my system. That was the only apology I was willing to offer.
But, how would that happen when he barely even looked at me, even on the occasions when I went to his room with nothing but a loosely fitted nightie that showed my cleavage and nipples. In the mornings, I timed breakfast to when he would open his door and one time, I caught him fresh out of the bathroom.
He was in nothing but boxers, and that was when I finally got a brief idea of what his penis looked like. The thing was there stretching from his crotch down into his thighs, thick as hell and well strapped to his body thanks to his boxers.
My hands shook as I dropped the food on his table, and before I turned around, he had already made himself decent by draping a towel over his body.
I felt so pained, especially because the thoughts of walking over to him to seduce him crossed my mind, but the way he stared me down revealed that he would embarrass me if I tried, and I also did not want this matter to leak to Ruka – I had promised that I would have nothing to do with her son.
I walked out of his room, hoping that he would take pity on his slutty host and bang me. Even though we had never done anything, I was really sorry for making him feel bad with my affair with Alhaji the other day, and I tried to make amends.
Even though Ezekiel had resumed and I was horny, I did not invite him to my room to service my pussy as usual, even though we had to stop at a hotel two different times for him to service my hot pussy for me because I just could not bear the hot boy in my house not wanting me.
Those two days happened to be the day that Fawaz came out of his bathroom in boxers and another time when I caught him still sleeping, and his hard penis was just there, very visible through his boxers.
It was I who wanted to tease this boy with nudity but it seems now that he was the one who had me hooked on him.
A new week had started, and I was just happy that Alhaji was not around because then he would come to fuck me in the house again and try to mark his territory to Fawaz and further deepen the tension already existing between us.
To distract myself from him, I tried to focus on planning the threesome for his mother’s birthday and also helping my naïve apprentice because a badass baddie like myself.
Even with her new sexy clothes, Dara was still in the talking stages with our customers, unable to tell them that they could test the potency of the herbs on her, and I was not going to help her in that aspect. It was something that she needed to develop on her own, or else she could just remain hopeless, watching porn and dying from konji.
On my way to the shop today, I realised that Fawaz was home and not off to school as usual. We exchanged greetings, and I left.
The second day, it was the same thing, and we exchanged greetings again.
After walking to my car, I paused a little and walked back to the house with my heart racing in my chest, hoping that I would not regret what I was about to try. Fawaz was on the same couch I had left him on moments ago.
I calmly asked if everything was okay with him and why he was not going to school. For the first time after a whole week, he asked me a bit better and explained that their school had enforced a week’s break due to protests from students in the school.
I stood there and asked whether he had anybody to visit him or whether he had anybody to go and visit. He shook his head in the negative, and I felt this was probably the best time for me to try and bridge the gap between us.
I asked whether he would like to come with me to my shop then. He could help my apprentice with making herbs since he already had the idea of the skill from learning at his mother’s shop.
He looked at me like I was crazy, and I almost instantly regretted making him such an offer. He calmly got off the couch and headed for his room before his silky voice told me to wait for him in the car because he would join me soon.
I felt so happy and waited right there in the room because I felt that if I left the room, he would not join me as he had said. It did not take long; the door to his room unbolted and Fawaz returned, this time, in a pure white round-neck, a sweet-scenting perfume and glasses that had no rims.
I nearly collapsed from his aura! This kind of boy on my hands would be a great catch. I had never fallen in love all my life, but now I was quite confused whether what I felt for Fawaz was still pure lust or if I was beginning to fall in love with him.
All I knew was that if we went to an occasion and people saw him with me as my boyfriend, they would gossip about the age gap, but still, they would have no other choice than to accept that I was a classy sugar mummy, cougar or young-blood lover.
What’s there not to like? The boy was handsome, taller than me, had an excellent fashion sense and was also well-educated with a good command of English. I should beg his mother and seek his hand in marriage. When he collected my handbag, and I felt his smooth palm crawl over my skin? I nearly wet my panties, and it was just too early in the morning to be doing that.
This boy has dressed too hot for me to handle, and now I must match that energy. I would not look like an old cargo beside him. I asked him to go and wait in the car for me and rushed back to my room.
I stood in front of my trusty mirror and stripped naked. After looking at my sexy body for a moment, I finally walked to the dresser and picked new outfits. It was made of see-through lace materials that were sewn into buba, and the wrapper made to complement the buba was intentionally made very short for sexy purposes.
I put on sexy underwear because they would make appearances from time to time through my lace. When I was done, I let my hair down and used my headband to hold it all in place. I was about to step out when I remembered a tiny detail. I stepped back and picked up my fancy glasses to complete the mix.
I know this must turn Fawaz’s head because the last time I wore it to a party with Alhaji and his friends, they could not take their eyes off me, and I made a lot of money – they could not stop spraying me on the dance floor, and Alhaji gleefully talked about it all the way home.
He watched me in my attire and refused to let me take it off. He made me lie down on the bed and found a way to push my wrapper up from the hem, and like that, he fucked me before I also made him lie on the bed and ride his penis.
I walked out of the room, hoping to see Fawaz in the sitting room the same way I had waited for him, but he was not there. I confidently walked out of the house and moved toward the car, where I could swear that I saw Fawaz adjust his glasses as I moved closer.
I got in and made him scoot to the other side of the car before I made myself comfortable. The ride was a quiet one, but I could feel Fawaz’s eyes constantly peeking at my exposed, fresh thighs.
I just wondered whether he noticed my eyes peeking at his crotch too, especially with the way his penis was growing in his pants. As we got close to the office, my phone began to ring, and it was Alhaji.
It dampened my mood a bit because I had no idea what he wanted. When I picked, it turned out that he wanted to come to my office to chill.
I took a look at Fawaz, and I just did not want to ruin a day that had started with so much promise. I told Alhaji that I would come over to his place instead because the office was going to be crowded that day and I would be distracted.
When I got to the office, another problem awaited. It felt like we had all decided to dress to kill that day because whatever I put into Dara chose the wrong day to come full circle.
This was not my apprentice behind the desk – this was a slut that just finished night shift at the club. Why did she come to work braless in spaghetti straps, fully knowing how firm and big her breasts are? Her cleavage was too clear, and I thought that was all to see, but then, she walked out of the desk to come take my bag, and her skirt was just too short.
If I were not the one who had bought these wares for her, I would have sent her home for indecent dressing.
As much as I loved the growing confidence from her, I could not help but feel uncomfortable because I had brought Fawaz with me. What if he developed an interest in her?
Now, I could not even take him into my office because Alhaji could just show up anytime, and I did not want to leave him with Dara to go and see Alhaji, nor could I take him with me to go and see Alhaji.
I finally decided that he would stay with Dara at the reception while I decided how the rest of the day would pan out. Then things just started to get wicked.
Written by Reezy Sama
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