Rose laughed with happiness and took a step nearer to Chris.

“At your service, CB,” she said mischievously. “What do you think now? I looked for you when I was eighteen, but by then Alf was dead, and you were a big-shot lawyer no longer in my lane.”

“You two obviously know each other,” Ivy said, her voice conveying her curiosity.

“Oh, yes, ma’am!” Rose said enthusiastically. “CB, erm, sorry, Mr Bawa here was a friend of my older brother, Alfred. They were in the same secondary school, and Alfred was in the sixth form when Chris came to form one. My brother took Chris as his ‘school son’ as they put it, and some vacations he brought Chris home because he was an orphan, and had nowhere to go.”

“I see,” Ivy said quickly as she was sharply reminded of the role she had played in rendering Chris Bawa an orphan.

Effe saw the sharp pain that flashed briefly across Chris’ face, and she wondered why she felt that sudden bout of guilt again.

“I had such a crush on him!” Rose said with a laugh. “I once walked into his room naked when I was fourteen and demanded a kiss from him, and he advised me to wait, that he would marry me when I turned eighteen. Alfred died in a car crash shortly after entering the university. We had a rough time, but soon, when Chris started to get rich, he found my parents and bought a house for them, gave them money too. With that, I was able to go to school, but he did not come around, you see? He preferred to help us from a distance. Thank you, Chris. Your generosity kept my family afloat.”

“Your parents accepted me, Rose. I will forever be indebted to them.”

They looked at each other, then Rose put her arms around Chris and hugged him tightly.

“Glad I’ve seen you again after so long, CB,” she whispered tightly. “Mom always asks of you. Please, come and see them soon.”

“I will, Rosie,” Chris said softly, and because he was no longer angry, but happy, his face reflected his inner joy and transformed him into such an amazingly handsome and appealing man that Effe looked away quickly.

Rose tried to lead Chris to one of the sitting areas, but he hesitated.

“I don’t want to be near these people,” he said quietly. “The farther away, the better.”

“Damn it, Bawa!” Steve exploded because he had noticed how Effe looked at Chris and bothered him. And of course, his nose was still sore from the punch Chris had given him the last time. “Would you belt it? Damn, grow up, man! Stop your whimpering and whining!”

Chris fixed his cold eyes on Steve, and Ivy quickly pointed to a partitioned area beyond them.

“You belt it, Steve!” she said quickly, afraid that Chris might descend on Steve again. “You can take him to the sleeping quarters, Rose.”

Rose cast a dark look at Steve and took Chris’ hand.

As she led him towards a door that opened out into a beautiful area beyond, replete with two comfortably-cushioned beds, Effe’s eyes followed them, and her brow was slightly puckered.

Chris gratefully put his laptop bag on one of the glass-topped low tables and dropped on one of the beds.

“Care for breakfast and a drink?” Rose asked as she stood near him. “It is an approximately nine-hour flight to Palace City, the Kingdom of Eden.”

“I’m not feeling hungry, Rosie. Too early. Later, maybe. But I would appreciate some water, please, if you don’t mind.”

Rose spread her arms and gave him an elaborate bow.

“At your service, my handsome prince charming.”

Chris smiled as she headed to the small refrigerant and returned a moment later with a small bottle of water, a tumbler, and a box of fruit juice on a beautiful tray. He murmured his thanks as he opened the water, poured half into the tumbler, and took a drink. She opened the fruit drink, poured some into two slim glasses, and handed one to Chris.

As they drank, she looked deeply into his eyes.

“I’m supposed to wait in the hostess’ cabin for your summons, CB,” she said. “You press this little white button anytime you need anything.”

“I’ll do that, Rosie,” he said softly. “Thanks for everything.”

She drained her glass but continued to look intently at him. He noticed how her breath quickened, and how her hand shook a little when she was taking the tray away.

When Chris was alone, he pulled out a hard-backed exercise book from his laptop bag, opened it, and began to look at words he had written in it and made coloured circles around some. This was how he brought cases into perspectives, and soon he was engrossed in writing other words and making circles around them, and joining others with thick arrows or thin lines.

The jet began to taxi, and soon they were airborne.

Chris continued to make inputs into the book. An hour later, he put it down, unstrapped himself, took off his coat, tie and shoes, and stretched out on one of the beds. He began to doze, and when he came awake suddenly, Rosie was standing beside the bed with a strange expression on her face. Her coat was off, and her shirt was about three buttons undone, giving him an eyeful of her small breasts jailed within the confines of her white brassiere.

“Rosie!” he cried and tried to sit up, but she slid smoothly against him and wound her arms around him.

“CB, don’t!” she whispered frantically. “I fought it, but I couldn’t!”

“No, Rosie!” he said softly. “Surely, you have a boyfriend!”

“No, I don’t!” she murmured. “I haven’t settled into my job yet, and I do not want any complications. Actually, the last guy Uncle Cupid brought my way turned out to be an impatient prick who wanted a maid, and not a partner. Fidelity was bullshit to him, so he cheated on me regularly. When I became fed up, I walked away and told Cupid to go fuck himself. Yeah, it was fuck-love for me from then. I’ve been on the mend for two years now. Please, C.B, I’m hungry to kiss you! This feeling for you has haunted me for a lifetime. I don’t want a relationship with you, no. I don’t have time. But I’ve always wanted to kiss you, and I’m going to kiss you.”

“Rosie,” he said softly. “We can’t do this. You’re like a sister to me, girl. Alf was my brother!”

“I ain’t your damn sister, Chris Bawa!” she whispered gutturally. “If your sister is lost, go and bloody look for her!”

Her lips descended on his, and he was lost. His arms went around her, and she moulded herself into him, so soft, so complete, so much a woman.

Her lips tasted faintly of mint as her tongue eased into his. Chris collapsed on top of the bed, and she came with him, fitting snugly between his legs. His hunger peaked suddenly as the pressure of her lips increased, and her hands moved across his chest desperately.

“Rosie!” he moaned softly, and she lifted her head and looked down at him.

“I saw the pain in your eyes, C.B,” she whispered tremulously. “Are you being unfaithful to any woman?”

He sighed worriedly.

“I don’t know,” he said softly. “There’s a woman I thought I loved. We parted rather painfully, and now I don’t know where we’re headed, or if I’ll ever be able to get back with her. I’m hurting bad.”

She nodded, her expression serious.

“Chris Bawa, if you ask me to marry you, I will, but I’m not ready for marriage yet, or a relationship. But, I’ve always wanted you. It is nine hours to our destination. When we get there, I might not see you again. This moment, Chris, is for us. So, please, stop fighting me.”

“Don’t be so damn impossible to deny!” he groaned weakly. “Alf was a good brother to me! Damn it, Rosie! You’re like a sister to me!”

“I already told you my opinion on that,” she said gently and with a naughty smile. “Go find your fucking sister somewhere else, CB’

She got off the bed, and he thought she was angry at him, but she walked to the settee and suddenly pulled her shirt off her shoulders. With her back to him, she peeled her skirt down her gorgeous hips. Her derriere was being worshipped by the sheer, lacy, white panties. She turned slowly and moved the straps of her white bra off her shoulders, then slowly pulled it off her chest.

Her breasts, firm and pouting, gazed at him with the supreme invitation. His breath came in short bursts as she peeled her white panties off her hips and kicked the panties off with a flick of her right foot.

She moved towards him slowly, gyrating, a picture of rhythm in motion.

Their lips met violently this time, and he did not hold back. Overcome by a frenzy that shocked both of them, she kept her lips on his as her feverish hands helped him take off his clothes. Her lips blazed across his chest as her hand dove into his boxers, brought him out, and then she gasped when she saw him.

Her lips descended on him expertly, making him grind his teeth as waves of pleasure soared through him. She straddled him and impatiently guided him into her.

She gasped and eased herself slowly down on him before intensifying the thrusting movements of her waist. His big hands moved across her breasts, gently caressing her nipples for a while as she grunted and moved hard on him.

Chris then gripped her waist and held on for dear life as she turned frantic, suppressing her screams as she worked that waist on him, arching her back and moaning as she as rode him.

After a while, she slid on her side, threw one sleek thigh across his thighs, and invited him in. His thrusts fused them, and their soft moans merged and rose slowly as they built up towards that moment in time when their souls would be lost to the sweet madness of tumultuous explosive inner cravings.

She screamed and bucked violently in front of him as she became tighter around him with the ascent of her orgasm.

“Wait, C.B, please, not now… I-I want you to… feel it too, with me! I’m too near… wait, Chris, love, don’t move – oh, damn you, Chris – don’t move, dooooon’t mooooove, or shit, shit, shiiiiiit!”

She hit violently as her orgasm ripped her apart!

She bucked and flooded him, thrashing with her whole body, contracting around him deliciously. He held her as she gasped, moaned, groaned and almost died, as it were.

Rose held his upper arm tightly as she rode the gentler waves, and after a moment, she quietened.

“Oh, Chris!” she whispered with a shuddering groan. “This has never happened to me before.”

His hand crept up and held her breast.

“Orgasm?” he asked softly.

“No, darling… this… this squirting!” she whispered. “Always scoffed at it but… it was so amazing! Sorry, I left you high and dry. I feel so sleepy all of a sudden. Must be that amazing squirt!”

They both laughed softly.

“I’ll bring you home in a moment, darling,” she whispered. “Just let me get this drowsiness off my eyes. Just a little sleep, darling, and I’ll bring you home.”

“Don’t worry, Rosie,” he said gently. “Was awesome for me too.”

“But you didn’t hit,” she said drowsily. “I left you hanging. Don’t worry, my love. It is a long flight, and I’ll bring you home.”

A moment later, she began to breathe softly.

Chris smiled and slowly slid out of her. He was still hard, and he sighed. He was glad she was happy, but he was suddenly slammed with a mighty feeling of guilt he could not push away. Carefully, he slid out of bed, picked up his boxers, and quickly slid them on. He moved to the refrigerator and poured himself a cold glass of fruit juice.

He was walking back to the bed when the door opened, and Effe came in with a brown folder in her hand.

“My mom wants you to…”

Her voice trailed off when she noticed Chris was almost naked, and her startled eyes went to the bed and saw the naked body of Rose stretched out luxuriously on it.

She looked into Chris’ calm eyes, and suddenly, her beautiful face was filled with total consuming rage!

“Oh, you bloody bastard, Chris Bawa!” Effe cried furiously as she glared at him. “You bastard! Jesus, I thought you were different! This was all you wanted from me, wasn’t it? With your stupid claims of love, you were just after one bloody thing, you bloody Casanova pig!”

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