The Last Kiss is rolling…
THE LAST KISS
Omar parks his car in front of a semidetached house and steps out.
He is wearing a cream jeans shorts, a black t-shirt that hugs his body perfectly and Sketchers sneakers to match.
He walks to the small gate of the house he has just parked in front and presses the doorbell.
And he waits but nothing happens.
He moves closer to the small gate, ready to bang on it and realizes it is slightly open.
He pushes the gate inward and enters.
The compound is neat but the flowers seem to be crying for water.
He walks to the balcony and presses the doorbell.
After thirty good minutes, he hears the rattling of keys and the occupant opens the door to a fuming Omar.
“What took you so long? Are you hiding someone in there?”
“Hold your guns, will you? Why should you care about what I do, huh? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything like that. I don’t want any sentimental nonsense this beautiful day? Why are you here this early anyway?”
“I need to speak to you.”
“Come right in then.”
Omar enters the living-room and takes a seat.
The place is semi dark with the huge curtains that hang from wall to wall.
Cynthia puts on the light and sits beside him exposing what’s left of her thighs in the mini negligee she is wearing.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked seductively running her hands through his hair.
The fact of the matter is that she had expected him to pass by as soon as he found out about what she is doing to Curtis and she is very ready for him. He had always fallen to her seduction and she has planned a grand one for him.
Omar tries to move a bit away from her but she closes in.
“What do you think you are doing to Curtis? Why would you accuse him of rape when all you ever wanted was for him to bang you? I don’t know why you are still wasting your energies on him when he’s made it crystal clear that he doesn’t want to be with you.”
“Is that the real reason you came here, Omar? Or is it that you missed having sex with me? Come here, let me pamper you. I’ve perfected a few positions, let’s try them out.”
Cynthia says and puts her hands through his T-shirt and touches his nipples.
Omar closes his eyes as his desire for her mounts.
She runs her tongue on his earlobe and Omar is lost in his passion and need for her.
He pulls her to sit on his lap so she is facing him and kisses her hard and full.
He kisses her face, her neck earlobes and the space between her breasts.
Cynthia moans in anticipation and pleasure.
She pulls his T-shirt off and kisses his nipples.
Omar’s body is vibrating from the pleasure that is running through him like a tornado.
He tears off her negligee and buries his face between her breasts as he moves his other hand over her citadel.
He touches her clitoris and rubs it gently between his fingers.
Omar feels her wetness and feels dazed as she brings her mouth to cup his in surrender.
He admits Cynthia has a special way of blowing a man’s brain into pieces when it comes to the act of having sex.
“Today, I want to feel you very deep in me so let’s start with the wheelbarrow position, then we will do the Pirates Bounty and finish off with Lap of Luxury. Trust me, you are going to enjoy the best sex of a lifetime.”
Cynthia gets to her feet and pulls Omar up too.
She pulls down his shorts and touches his member which is standing tall and proud already.
She feels the rush of blood through it and smiles.
Cynthia gets on her hands and knees with her behind facing Omar.
Omar lifts her back-half by ankles, pulling her legs apart so they rest at the sides of his thighs.
He enters her and they both moan in pleasure that hits them simultaneously.
[stextbox id=”black” caption=”GRAB YOUR COMPLETE COPY”]
These Premium PDF Books are ready now. Grab your Copy, Ghc 20 each.
BORN BAD: The New ChrisEffe Romance
RHYTHMS OF LOVE: A sweetly-banging love story that will leave you breathless!
WhatsApp Eunice for your copy on:
Cynthia moves slowly forward after a few minutes as Omar thrusts and moves to follow her lead.
By the time the two finish up their three-tier afternoon rendezvous, they were both spent. They lie naked and fulfilled right in the middle of Cynthia’s living-room.
It is when Omar is putting on his T-shirt that he feels a burning sensation on his abdomen.
He takes a long look and sees the scratch mark which runs all the way from his left breast to his navel.
Cynthia smiles sarcastically.
“Don’t try to double cross me, Omar. That is something for you to remember not to go against me. Omar, I can tell the court you came here to beg me to drop the case against Curtis and you tried to beat me up when I wouldn’t budge. And I can even tell them you raped me too. Look, I have your DNA all over my body and it’s going to stay there for a long time. Just keep your cool and I will be nice to you. I’m sure you enjoyed yourself pretty much, didn’t you?”
Omar just stares without uttering a word. He has been played big time and stupid as he was, he has fallen for it like always.
Meanwhile, Jude Albert, Curtis’ lawyer is in his study going over the evidence he has gathered so far. He is aware that in cases like this one has to do his utmost to punch holes and create doubts in the minds of the jury. He has to work with Cynthia’s statement and evidence presented to his advantage.
Omar has agreed to testify and tell the truth about purchasing the ticket for Cynthia after getting the flight details from the Executive Secretary in Curtis’ office under false pretences.
He has the pictures Cynthia had sent to Alicia and the voice file on her call indicating she was having the time of her life and even going as far as telling Alicia that they made sweet love the previous night.
There is also the voice file the day she charged Curtis with rape after calling Alicia for her misplaced underwear.
He knows he can use that to paint a picture of unrequited love blues which forced her to raise those charges against Curtis.
He has also managed to get the security guard in the hotel who was paid to allow Cynthia into Curtis’ room the day they left the hotel to travel back to Accra. This could buttress his argument that no rape occurred the previous night otherwise the victim will not pay to enter the same room she was supposedly raped.
The Security Guard who was called to escort Cynthia from Curtis’ room is also on standby for further instructions.
The only thing he has a problem with is the doctor’s report.
He knows that the report has been doctored somehow but he needs to prove it otherwise it will not wash down.
Jude makes a mental note to dig more into the doctor’s background and see if there is a prior connection between him and Cynthia.
And then he takes the doctor’s report and goes over it again.
He makes notes in his journal and gets up. Slowly, he walks to the window and looks out.
The sun is up so most of the birds are perched on the trees lazing about.
The door to the study opens and his beautiful wife walks in with a tray.
“Thought you would care for some freshly cut watermelons”
“Thanks, honey. You’re so kind.”
She sets the tray on the small table near the sofa and sits.
Jude Albert joins her.
The two enjoy the plate of watermelon together in silence.
By the time the plate is empty, it was time to feed the animals in the little farm they have created for themselves so the walk hand in hand to the animal farm.
stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
Join Our WhatsApp Family.